User:FurbyTubby

Hey,I wanted to keep this a secret...it was so traumatizing...No. I cant just keep this type of thing a secret...i NEED to tell somebody.*Sigh* I will tell you, but ONLY this once, and only because i need some type of closure...or any type of closure at that. It was a monster, notice how I say IT because I KNOW it was not a human, it was a THING.

It all started as a young boy in St.Louis Missouri. Happy, Fun Loving, Crazy, if only I knew how much my life would change in the next 10 to 12 years. It happened at night, now remember that word...NIGHT. When the moon surpasses the sun and the light of the gods shines down on us mere mortals. When I woke up it was quiet, how it usually is in my house at 12:00 AM in the morning. I never woke up this early, i ALWAYS woke up just on time. Something must have woken me up. I slowly got out of bed to see what had woken me up so early.

That's when i saw it.

Tall, muscular, pure white, and unusually big eyes. I thought it was an an alien at the time, because I was so young and innocent I had no idea what EVIL could be lurking...or what evil even was. When I thought of evil i thought of super-villains, The Joker, The Riddler, if I had just known what evil actually was.

I started doubting the fact that it was an alien when it started furiously tearing at my bathroom door. "STOP!" i cried out. "STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!"

I couldn't have put my life in more danger from that point on.

I called out to my mother perhaps for some backup. She was in her twenties or thirties at the time and was always the one that I called when i needed help with something or was scared. When she did not come i got very worried. The reason? The monster, RIGHT after I had called my mother had stopped scratching and was just standing there...

Motionless.

I ran as fast as possible to my mothers room and what i saw...WHAT I SAW...will never...EVER BE ERASED FROM MY MIND. She was dead. More motionless than that horrible thing perhaps on its way to kill me as well. I couldn't believe it, my mother at the time was my role model. She was like Wonder Woman to me. The first thing that I had done was what ANY boy my age would have done seeing his OWN MOTHER DEAD...I started crying. I cried and cried and cried. That's when I remembered.

It.

I needed to escape that house right away or else i would end up like my mother. I tried to crawl out of my window and it was locked. That's when a HORRIBLE thought slithered its way into realization. I was trapped. I needed somewhere to hide as it was my only chance of