So i was in this hotel...

I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. 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 the 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 the front door 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 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 restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could’ve gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. 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.

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 was not human, I can tell you that. 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 then started rubbing its 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 could not 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 since then and 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.”

ok this one is actullay real..

Pne time i was in his room and a heard this weird noise and i pooped myself the end.

The digital clock humming quietly on my nightstand was the only sound my ears could pick up from my surroundings. The night was dead quiet. I know he was there. Right on schedule, he would be standing outside my window. He would knock. I, for reasons I wish I could explain, would open the blinds. He would stare at me, and I would stare at him. He would leave soon after, and I would stay awake until the sun began to rise. This was our routine. My mind was wandering a thousand miles away when he first knocked, though my eyes stayed lingering on the window. I told myself I wouldn't open the blinds. I told myself that tonight he wouldn't scare me and that I would get the rest I desperately needed. He knocked twice more. I held a pillow over my head and began humming an old song I used to sing in elementary school. He knocked again, and this time, he had done it a lot less courteously than he had in the past. It had become a loud thumping noise.

I threw the pillow off my head and opened the blinds. His pale, wrinkly face leered in at me. His lifeless, black eyes that shone despite their darkness peered into my own. His stringy hair fluttered a little in the wind. He seemed to be breathing somewhat harshly, and though it was hard to determine his mood as anything other than emotionless, I could sense an amount of animousity I had never felt before.

After what seemed like hours, he turned around and was on his way. I faced the ceiling and wept. This had been going on for more than a month. I had tried to talk to others about it, but I could never finish my sentences. They'd degrade into quiet mumblings and whispers. I was so tired, and I had even begun to wonder if I was losing my mind. I had tried sleeping pills but even they couldn't help me to sleep though the night. The weirdest part is that I always woke up abou five minutes before he knocked. I knew, instictively, that he would be there. I was so tired. The next night, I told myself that under no circumstances would I look out the window, I didn't care if he was on the verge of breaking the glass, I would not give him what he wanted. I would not feed him. He'd have to find someone else to terrify. He'd have to leave me alone.

I woke up, and I instantly knew what was going to happen. It's funny, I was anticipating his knocks, and yet I still jumped a little when I finally heard him. I lay in my bed quietly, as if I hadn't heard anything. He knocked again, and I hid under the pillow once more. He knocked again, even louder than he had the night before. I whimpered, but remained under the pillow. He knocked twice more. After that, things got quiet. I no longer had the feeling I was being watched. I pulled my head out from under my pillow and slowly looked out the window.

Nothing. Just my backyard.

I laughed. I laughed so hard that little tears began to slip out of my eyes. He was somebody else's problem now. I looked at the clock, noticed that I had only been awake for about fifteen minutes, and turned over to go back to sleep. I had just gotten to that area where dreams mingle with reality when I heard the distant click of a door. My backdoor. Someone had just entered into my house from the outside. Something from my backyard. I knew it was him. I listened quietly as his footsteps made their way from my kitchen, to my dining room, to the short hallway outside of my bedroom. He was walking slowly, patiently, and was not attempting to hide his presence at all.

He knocked on my door and I almost vomited. I wanted to do something, anything. I was paralyzed with fear. He knocked again. Trembling, I pulled the pillow back over my head. All that could be heard was the sound of weeping, knocking, and a digital clock humming quietly to itself.

I was so tired.

I work in an old mill, built in the mid 1800s for a booming textile town on a railroad.  Eventually the mill shut down, was sold and chopped up but all the buildings are still here, many filled up by shops and such but most are empty and have wierd shit like wells, old elevator shafts that go into the ground, etc...  We used to break in as kids and run all over the place- through the underground tunnels, play football on the roof, etc.  HUGE place, really old and creepy too.  I work a lot of hours and many times I'll be the only person in the mills when I leave, which had never been a big deal before.   

I'l take pictures tomorrow, but there are a huge row of buildings on the backside of the place that I know for a fact there are only four businesses in.  One night in the fall after I was working late, I'm driving out the back way so I can burn a bowl and I see one of the overheads in an unused back building open with a light on.  I'm like "wow someone else is here?  It's like 9:30, that's wierd"  So while I'm driving MAD SLOW by the overhead I look in to see whats up.  Very dark large room, but only one little dim light near the door hanging from the ceiling so you couldn't see shit, so I just stopped. 

Now we have a homeless problem in the mills, so I call out to Louie the maintainance guy, who I figure has got the door open and the light on- or a bum that broke in and who will run.  Nothing.  I yell out again, leaning out the window a bit and trying to peer into the dark.  I can't see SHIT.  So reach into my backseat for my maglite to see if I can shine the light and see a bum or something that shouldn't be there.  When I turn around to look back out the car window I nearly shit my pants-  Someone was standing right under the light staring at me, the light slightly behind him so his shadow totally blocked his face and his whole front- just a silhouette of a huge dude with a cap on.  I fuckin half freaked, it was nobody I've ever seen but he looked like he was there working or something.  He never moved, he just stood there for a second and stared at me while I shit my pants staring back at him not saying anything.  Then I dropped my bowl which scared the shit out of me again, making me look down when it tumbled down my console.  When I Iooked back up, there was nobody there.  Now I'm really freaked.  I click on the flashlight and point it into the door- just a bunch of rusty, dusty antiqueish industrial shit piled up covered in cobwebs.  Nothing.  I just kind of held the flashlight up and kept watching for a second, listening for anything.  BANG!  I hear what sounded like a hammer strike on metal come from inside, still no lights no movement and no shadowy dude so I'm like whaaaaaat???...  SO I listen more.  BANG!  I hear it again, like 15 seconds later.  Now I'm riveted, like wtf is going on.  BANG!  sooner than last time- now I'm thinking holy shit I should get out of here it's speeding up.  BANG!  again, but sooner.  Ok, I think.  Now is a good time to go.  Kind of scared to stop watching the door with the flashlight, I start to roll again while I'm shining it in the door.  As I'm moving away I can hear it getting faster and louder, faster and louder, and as soon as I click the flashlight off, the light in the room went out.  I shit myself and gassed it, but when I looked in my rearview I SWEAR THERE WAS THE BLACK SILOUETTE SOMEONE IN MY BACKSEAT.  I literally screamed and jumped to turn around- nobody there.  I think I smoked ten bowls on the way home, I've never been so scared/freaked out in my damn life and didn't drive down the backside of the mills for a long time.  I'm sitting at work alone freaking myself out right now just thinking about it.  Shit guys, wish me luck on the way out!