It knows I'm awake. I'm awake. I've been lying down for hours now. It's 535 a.m.

and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about

my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me and I can't help but

look back and try not to cry or scream.

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 asleep

anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will 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 and

run outside the front door 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 on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart 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. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like

the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep,

that it was just some really vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door open,

like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under the blankets to see what

was going on. I could see something dragging my parents into the room. It was not human, I can

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