Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25135723-20140703165717

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:30 am, and there's nothing i can do. Do you know what the worst part about my situation is ? I am 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, their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood. I feel so paralized 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, run outside the front door and scream for help. Hoping any neighbours 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, and i do get ahead of myself sometimes. About 3 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 need to go to 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 peak outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room hiding under the sheets like the pussy i was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was some really vivid dream or something. But i heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child i was, i peaked from out of my blanket to see what's going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into my room. It was not human, i can tell you that. It, it was hairless. No eyes, no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it drug my parents. But this thing, was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing. It popped my dad up on the edge of my bed, made him face me. Sat my mother on a chair and positioned her towards my aswell. Then started rubbing its hands upon the wall, staining them with blood, and drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall, that i couldn't read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike. The scariest thing is, now my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then, and i can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it because it's terrifying to think about... But i feel  the need to see... Before i'm killed... I peak at the creature's masterpiece:  „i know you're awake“

Note from the poster - This creepypasta is not mine, i did a transcript of mrcreepypasta's coverage of this story because i didn't see it anywhere. If the original writer reads this, or someone knows the person who wrote this, please let me know.

  