Their eyes are focused on me with their mouths 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 awake, 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 towards the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping that 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 years ago, I was awakened by a loud scream coming from the other end of my house. I got up and went to check out the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the smart and noble thing and investigating, I used the restroom first. I could have got myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom door. There was blood on the carpet. As any sane human being would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy cat I was. I tried to convince myself back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But 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 my room, obviously dead. It wasn’t human, I could 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 lifeless parents, but this thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my dad up against the edge of my bed and made him face me. Then it sat my mother down in a chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then it started rubbing its hands along the walls, staining them with blood, drawing a circle with the devil’s pentagram on it. 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. The scariest thing now is that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and since then, I could read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at it because it’s terrifying to think about. But I need to read it before I die. It read, I know you’re awake…