I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5.10 AM there's not much I can do.
I'm in the same room as my parents. They're looking back at me and I can't help but look back and try not to scream or cry. There's this strong scent of blood and I feel paralysed.
Here's the thing. If I make any noise, any hint that I'm awake, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there will be nobody around to save me. I have thought of running, bolting for the door and screaming for the neighbours. It's risky, but if I don't I will definitely die.
He's waiting for me to see his work.
Perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, and you're probably wondering what's happened. Sorry.
About three hours ago I woke up to hear screaming from the other side of the house. I opened the door a crack and saw that the carpet was covered in red.
Scared, I ducked back in and hid under my covers, quivering.
Then I heard my door open. I peeked from under the blankets and I could see something dragging my parents into the room. It was definitely nothing human. It dragged them over to my bed and lay them there, propping them up so they were looking at me. Then it turned to a nearby wall.
It spread its hands over the wall, arms dripping with blood, and drew strange, pentagrammic signs and unusual shapes all over the wall.
It then scribbled something else underneath the symbols. It then turned and crawled under my bed.
And now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Past my parents bloody faces, I can see the wall. I can see the symbols. And I can see the small sign below them. And now my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can read it too.
"I know you are awake."