User:SoLongAndGoodNight55

I rubbed my eyes as I stabled to bathroom. It was early morning and too early for my liking. I reached the bathroom and grasped for my hair brush with my eyes still tightly shut. I started to brush my long black curls and felt a vaguely cold air against my ankles. My eyes shot open in terror. "What was that? There shouldn't be anyone else in my house. I'm alone. Atleast... I think I am", I thought my terror growing in my chest. In one swift movement I hoisted myself onto my counter top to escape the supposed being on my floor. I glanced down and saw nothing. But... there had to of been something. I swore as I jumped down of the counter, the feeling of terror deflating slightly in my gut. "It was just my imagination. Nothing more nothing less.", I thought continuing my daily routine, almost entirely forgetting the scare that had happened moments before. Almost.

I began to make breakfast for myself. Concocting up an omelet better than any I had ever made before. But all too soon I began to hear a groan from upstairs. I stoped dead in my tracks, spatula hovering slightly over the pan of my meal. The sound repeated itself making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening", I thought denying everything that was happening. But then a loud crash sounded from upstairs turning my doubt into confirmation of my worst fears. Then I heard loud heaving footalsteps slowly making their way down the stairs. The owner of the sound seemed to drag one of his legs as he descended. I began to whimper realizing that I should've ran out the door long before now. The door was behind the stairs just out of reach to get to in time. I knew it wouldn't end good. I just wanted it to be over with. As the last thus of a footstep rang out from the house I lifted my head to the most terrifying sight I had ever laid eyes upon. The creature that stood before me could not have belonged to this world. It had the form if a human but that's where the similarities ended. Pale skin that covered it's body was covered in blood and markings. He held a knife completely engulfed in blood that dripped onto my marbel flooring. He smiled with a sense of winning showing off pointed bright white teeth also covered in a layer of blood. But the most frighting thing of all were the eyes. He stared at me so intensely that I wanted to vomit. They were completely white. No other color in them. He steed at me for what seemed like eternity. Then began to advance forward. I stood frozen. My feet chained to the ground. He stopped just a few feet in front if me, layed his hand against my cheek, and lifted his knife. I stared wide eyed trepidation filling my being. Then everything went black.