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Hello, my name is John and i have not much time to you how much i need you're help right now. I'm in the closet hiding from.. i cant even explain what it is. Monster couldn't even be the word that can describe this.. thing that killed my parents.I instantly awoke in the middle of the night precisely 3:30am from a scream inside my Parents room. Without thinking i rushed out of my bed, her scream was.. truely horrific sounding like she was being tortured in the most inhumane way anyone could do to another person. The screaming litrealy tore me apart inside. I ran down the hallway and barged through the door. I couldn't beli- i cant even explain what i saw.
My parents, nailed to the wall above their bed, gutted with all there insides torn out and all in a pile on the bed. there was some duc tape on the floor too so i guess the it must of nailed and gutted them while they were alive. The thing that struck me the most was the the writing above them written in pure blood was the words "It's all you're fault John" I walked back with my hands around my mouth i was going to puke, the smell was horrendous. I retreated against the wall and stared at my parents mutilated body hanging from the wall blood still blood trickling down the wall. All i could i imagine is why anyone, any fucking thing could do this to a innocent human life. Tears leaked out of my eyes but before i could make a sound i heard something from downstairs, a sound like something struggling to resist from being held down. I was stupid enough to slowly walk out hand still around my mouth trying not to make any sound possible
I slowly walked down the stairs, the wood creaking untill i heard a massive banging sound, i ducked down and paused. I couldnt see a thing downstairs it was pitch black that what scared me the most, knowing something can probably see me and i cant see whatever it is. I despratly tried to keep silent, even if the smell reeked
The air of rotten flesh and that thought of my parents are dead and the thought that i will never see my Mothers smile, and my fathers positive, loving attitude every again made me want to vomit. I slowly got up and continued crawling down stairs, now i wonder why i did it, how stupid could i be to go downstairs. I looked to the right of me to see if anyone was there, right there staring at me behind the wooden stair railings, watching me all the time, was the thing that murdered my parents. He had white pale skin, eyes with no eyelids he must of cut them off as there is still blood stained under his eyes. We glared at each other for a couple of seconds i just wanted to lash out at him but i didnt know what it was campable of doing to me, finally he looked down at my feet and his face turned into a frown, then he looked back up to me and then gave me a psychotic smile and said the words that i will never forget, ever
"Wheres Momma and Poppa now boy" then started to laugh but it was no ordinary laugh, it was a mad mans laugh, i propelled myself up the stairs but he grabbed my leg, his hand was very bloody and had nails long as a pencil. I struggled as hard as i could as his nails tug into my skin i was bleeding everywhere. luckyly i got away and rushed into my bedroom slamming my door shut and locking it, and thought fast and dashed into my closet.
Please if anyone can hear me please, god please my lord please help me hes in the room and hes going to kill me..
The next morning the police had arrived at the murder thanks to the local paper boy that smelled the rotton flesh and investigated the scene the poilce only found a peice of evidence from the the the man who killed the loving family. It was a very disturbing photo of a little boy with a smile cut into his face in a dark bed room, with a sort of blurred out figure in the background, with its hand that had very long , old nails holding him
"Goodnight Mother, Goodnight Father you deserved all of this, and i enjoyed every part of it" was written in red ink under the photo.
Credited to Stumpy110
Originally uploaded on March 27, 2012
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