Silent hill

The exorcist. That shite messed me up.

Poltergeist and it follows scared the shit out of me

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It’s nearly 8:00 in the morning and I am terrified. I am all but trembling under the bedcloths. My nightgown is practiclly soaked through with nervous sweat. My heartbeat is thundering in my ears. I am trying very hard not to pass out from hyperventilation. I’ve been wide awake for four hours now. And he’s still there. Watching me. It started when I heard it. My mother’s blood-curdling shriek. My father’s dying yell swiftly followed. I threw the bedclothes off and darted out into the hall. The first thing I noticed were the dark red splotches on the new carpet. I looked up and saw a massive shadow at the end of the hall. I ran back into my room and threw the covers over myself and squeezed my eyes shut. Not a second later, I heard something heavy being dragged down the hall towards my room. I opened my eyes just a slit and saw the shape of a burly man fill my doorway. I saw him drag in a obviously full trash bag and two chairs from the dining room. He placed the chairs by the side of my bed and emptied the trash bag. He propped my parents up on the chairs; positioned so that their lifeless eyes bored into me. I quickly closed my eyes and attempted to roll over sleepily while trying desperately to unsee what I had just seen. I felt the foot of my bed go down slightly as if someone was kneeling on it. The next thing I heard was the slight scrapeing sound of fingers moving against drywall. For a moment, I was confused. Just then, something wet and sticky dripped down onto the back of my exposed hand. I opened my eyes another slit and instantly regretted it. My eyelids shot closed once more as I bit back a scream of terror at the drop of my parents’ blood on the back of my hand. He was writing something on the wall in blood! That’s when I began hyperventilating. The burly man retreated into a dark corner of my room. He has remained there for the past four hours. It was too dark to read the message when he wrote it. Now the early Saturday-morning sun shines in through the window, obviously making dark red visable against bright yellow drywall. I really don’t want to look, but I know it’s inevitable. I can still feel his eyes boring into my back. I know I have to wake up some time. I guess now is as good a time as any. I finally force my eyes open and read the the bloody message on the wall. “I know you’re awake…"