This is not mine, my parents told me this the other day, so I don't know where this story came from.

You awoke to the sound of heavy footsteps outside your door. You figured it was your parents checking up on you, but that idea was gone when the door swung open, revealing something that shook you to the bone.

A murderer was carrying your parents dead corpse into the room.

You quickly closed your eyes, your heart beating like you just ran a marathon. Once you gathered the courage to crack open your eyes, you saw the man prop the dead bodies on the wall, and he wrote a sentence in their blood across the wall above them.

Your eyes didn't have time to read because the man chuckled darkly and slid under your bed.

You were scared beyond belief, you couldn't read the writing on the wall, and you knew the man that killed your parents was hiding under your bed.

So like any child, you pretended to have slept through the whole scene.

You hear the breathing in the man under your bed, and you may as still as a statue, not wanting any movement to indicate that your awake.

An hour passes, and your eyes adapt more to the almost complete darkness that you, and the psycho under your bed lay in.

You strain your eyes harder, and gasp when you finally make out the bloody words.

I know your awake

Then you feel something shift underneath your bed...