Short Story
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I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not 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 screwed. I'll 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, run outside, and 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 5 hours ago hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise, I took a peek outside my bedroom.

There was blood on the carpet. I got very frightened and bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that.

It propped my parents against the edge of the bed, and made them face me. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what would probably be called a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can 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.

"I know you're awake."
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#2
So that's what it's like in Mexico.

nice story <3
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#3
Gave me shivers.
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#4
same here. i like it.
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#5
You should learn lucid dreaming and kick that creatures ass!
Cheeky bugger killing my parents, you gonna take that? i'd be all up in his grill bro. lol.
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#6
Nice stuff. Had me freaking out till halfway through when you doubled up on the word masterpiece. A word like that should be used less in order to maximize it's effect. You're describing something awesome, something special, something that can be summed up all in one word... a masterpiece! You want to create that dramatic feeling and let it glow from its home deep within your story instead of renting it apartments all over town. I don't mean to do any downing ya, just some constructive criticism is all. I really liked it. Drew me in right from the beginning and had me hooked until I hit the three masterpiece's. Can't wait to read more man!
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#7
Haha thanks MK, though it's not mine. I found it and thought I should share it with the community, gave me quite some goosegumps as well :)
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#8
http://creepypasta.wikia.com/
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