Day after day, night after night, I could feel something watching me. When I'm at school I feel like there is something hidden in the shadows.
I always stay near light.
I'm scared of the dark now.
I know pretty silly right?
I'm a sixteen year old girl who is scared of the dark.
Oh well, every night I stare at my window at the creature.
He just stares at me.
He looks thirty, hungry.
I decided it's a he, just because when I think of a demon with red glowing eyes and bluish blackish skin I think of a male.
I named him too.
Wodniw, the other side of the window.
Well, the next day I went down to the library.
It was the 19th of February.
My birthday was only two days away. I searched book after book on demons and night watchers, nothing was to be found, so I went home and got onto the computer and looked up this house.
There used to be an old abandoned house here.
A serial killer lived in the old house until he was eaten alive in his sleep by a pack of thirsty silver blood wolves.
Well it's been well over 200 years and no one has ever found the body.
They say a cop found it and then he turned around and it was gone.
No one has seen it since.
They say the silver blood had morphed him.
Made him a monster that feeds on human flesh and blood.
His name is Redrum.
Well now I knew I had a demon serial killer after me, but, why me?
I was home that evening and had dinner with my parents who by the way still don't believe me.
They've taken me to many sessions of therapy.
I know what's real and what isn't. They didn't change me a bit.
They finally gave up.
Well by dinner with my parents, I mean I grabbed my plate off the table and I went back upstairs and went on my computer.

"Come on!
There's got to be something here!"

It grew dark outside and as I looked at my screen I heard a knocking at my window.
I saw him.
In almost that breathy smokers voice, kinda raspy, well you get the idea, I heard him call out two words.

"Help me!"

Did he just call for help?
I didn't know what to think.
I quickly searched on the internet and there were no such things as words coming from any demon at all.
I put my hand on the window right over his.
His eyes blazed with fury and his sharp teeth came into view.
He tried to close his mouth, it didn't work.
I looked at him carefully.
I'm not afraid anymore.
I had some left over steak on my plate and cracked my window ever so slightly.
I gave him a piece and he devoured it. I put the rest of the food out there and it was gone in a flash.
His boney body started to fix up a little and his eyes became a little less red.
I was happy.
I think I was helping him.
So I decided to let him in.