I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.
are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent
of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The
second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll
die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a
way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside,
and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I
stay here, I'll surely die.
He's waiting for me to wake up and
see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get
ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from
the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise
before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the
smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I
could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I
actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was
blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to
my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to
convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird,
vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and
like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to
see what was going on.
I could see something dragging my parents
into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that
much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a
caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this
thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my father against
the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in
the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started
rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood. This thing
had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it
off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the
darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since
then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at,
because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before
I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
'I know you're awake.'