I've been having bad dreams. In each dream, my parents aren't mine anymore. They are monsters. Huge mounds of rotting flesh with arms and legs sticking out in every angle. When they walked across the hardwood floor, it sounded like a giant centipede. So many eyes covered their faces, most of them sitting above their mouth. Their mouths were filled with row after row of sharp teeth, each topped with jagged spikes. Each hand of theirs hand long curled claws, a bunch  of them dripping blood from the children they just slaughtered. They were always laughing at me, the sound similar to a person choking on nails and broken glass. And when they talked, it was always in a quiet whisper, and they always said, "What are you doing awake, sweetie? You should be asleep by now." I've told my real parents about the dreams, but they all laughed.

        And tonight, as I was sitting in my bed, I hear the sound of centipedes walking down the hall, a quiet hissing to acompany it. I knew what it was, I didn't want to believe it though. It was my parents. They reached a few of their multiple arms around the edge of my door, and I heard the quiet whisper, "What are you doing awake, sweetie? You should be asleep by now."

        Right now, I'm sitting in my closet. I am terrified. Please, if you are reading this send help- hold on a second, the door is staring to break. It can't hold them much longer. I hear them laughing. It sends chills down my spine. Please, help me! My parents are right outside the door, and I can't seem to get them to go away. Wait a minute, they are putting something under the door. A tube of something. Whoa, gas is coming out of it! It's getting hard to breath......I can't.....stay awake.....please......

        Send......Help.....