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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 03, 2016

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Submitted: December 03, 2016



It was a cold night. The boy lay wrapped up in several layers of warm, fuzzy blankets atop his bed. His room was very small, and the house they’d just moved into was an old one. The boy watched the pale moon through a small window on the far side of the room. He could hear his parents arguing in the living room down the hallway. Gradually the boy dozed off to sleep.

He woke to the sound of a scream. It was his mother. They boy lay in his room, terrified. Then he heard his father shouting, right before there was loud thud. The boy looked out the open door of his bedroom and saw a large man in black clothing from head to toe dragging the bodies of his mother and father down the hallway, presumably to the far end of the house. The man’s deep, heavy breathing permeated the otherwise chill silence of the old house. The boy heard the man’s footsteps approaching back towards his room once more. The man entered the room. The boy held his breath and lay still as a corpse, not making so much as the most insignificant sound. The man went to the far wall of the room, took out a large marker pen from his pocket, and wrote something on the wall in the darkness. Then, the man pocketed the marker, turned and hid below the boy’s bed.

The night wore on, several hours passed and the boy didn’t get a moment’s sleep. He simply lay still on his bed, fraught with terror. The man below his bed didn’t move and remained silent, so after a while the boy figured the man wouldn’t notice if he moved. The boy looked up slightly and illuminated by the moonlight, he saw what was written on the wall. It read: I KNOW YOU’RE AWAKE. Something shifted under the boy’s bed.


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