Trevor Collins

It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing.

It walked like a caveman with its back slouched as it dragged my parents.

But this thing was much smarter than any caveman.

It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed and made him face me.

It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well.

It started rubbing his hands upon the walls, staining them with blood, and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it.

This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I couldn't read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing is now my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can actually read the message on the wall.

I don't want to look at it because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creature's masterpiece.

It says, I know you're awake.

The fact that you're like, maybe I can sneak out.

Maybe I can run.

Yep.

This one has stayed with me all these years.

I remember one of the first versions of this making it onto the internet.

I don't remember the original.