Grandma's House; Eaten by Carrot-men

I am at my great-grandma's house, playing with my toys on the porch. Then, there are carrot men, with spindly legs and arms, and needly, jagged teeth, like daggers. I flee down the pathway and they chase me with an oddly-syncopated gait, that makes them look like they're dancing. I wake up and I'm about 4 or 5 years old, and I'm absolutely terrified. c. 1995