I've been lying in my room for hours now.
It's 5:30 AM.
There's not much I can do.
You know what the worst part about my situation is?
I'm in the same room as my parents.
They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to scream or cry.
Their eyes 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 sleeping 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 will 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 tend to 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 thing -- the noble thing -- and investigating, I used the bathroom
first.
I could've gotten myself killed right there 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 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 to 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 my 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 its hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle
with the devil's pentagram in it.
The thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it off, it scribbled 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, my eyes have adjusted to the dark.
And since then, I can read the message on the wall.
I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about it.
But I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
I peek at the creature's masterpiece.
And it says...
"I know you're awake."