Trevor Collins

They keep looking at me and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open.

There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing, the second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked.

I will die and there's nobody around to save me.

I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside to scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me.

It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on.

I do get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house.

I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the bathroom.

Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first.

I could have gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions, but I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom door.

There was blood on the carpet.

I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was.

I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something like that, but I heard my bedroom door open.

Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room.

It wasn't human, I can tell you that.