User:Prussian Alchemist

"Abigail, Its time to go to sleep" My mother whispered to me while I was reading a book I quite enjoyed. "But mom, can't I stay up a little bit longer?" I pleaded putting on a sad face. "I'm sorry but no. We have to wake up early tomorrow or else you'll be complaining in the morning." Mom argued in a kind tone "okay..." I let out a defeated sigh and climbed into my bed and watched as she left my room, shutting off the light before she exited my room. I shut my eyes trying to drift off away into total bliss called dreams. I heard a slight rustling coming from outside of my room. I sat up facing the door in total darkness trying to adjust to the black around me. Some female muffling was heard outside of my room sounding like my mother, I Wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Then it was heard again with slight fear in her voice, this made me pull up my covers up to my neck. I then heard a dripping of liquid. "M-mommy?" I asked trying to not sound worried. The doorknob was turned to the right and opened with a loud creak breaking the total silence. I saw a tall man with a gas mask and a black leather jacket along with a Nazi hat, the same hat people would wear and I would see walking through the streets of Berlin below my apartment. He had some kind of tool resembling a crowbar but with sharp edges at the bottom. "M-Mommy! Where are you?" I cried as he moved a few steps closer to my bed. "MO-" I heard a tear and a massive pain in my chest then saw him in front of me with the bottom of the instrument through my chest. I stared at his glassy eyes of the gas mask which covered his face. "W-who are you?" I choked out with blood spilling from my mouth as I said it. "A god." He whispered into my ear then pulled out the instrument from my chest quickly and scurried away from me and out of the room. The world was growing darker than my room which I thought wasn't possible. Mom, wherever you are, I'll be joining you soon...