Hey guys, before reading this I reccomend you don't read this if you have anxiety. It's creepy, therefore it may cause nightmares, if you're brave please play the track provided.

I was taking the bus home on a cold August afternoon. After arriving at my stop I noticed a man following me, I was oblivious to the fact he'd kept following me. I entered home and was greeted by my Father, I ran up to my room to do my homework. After doing my homework I ate a sad dinner with my family, nobody talked. After dealing with my Mother's death this wasn't much of a surprise, I shoveled down my peas and kept to myself. After dinner I cleaned up and got a few chores out of the way.

I soon went to bed, darkness swallowed me like death itself. Something wasn't right. I always charged my phone on a little ledge above my bed, the phone dropped. Worried I grabbed it from the ground and noticed a man underneath my bed! He had bushy eyebrows and a cold face, he looked like someone you'd see in a mental hospital. His blue eyes pierced the bottom of my bed, I didn't panic. His feet were facing away from my bed, he couldn't see me. I grabbed my phone and said "Ok Carly I'm taking a shower, see you later!" My little trick worked, I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

I showered, this way he wouldn't assume I was faking and actually calling the police, so he wouldn't do anything stupid. (I was actually stupid not to call the police) My Dad left his room for a midnight snack, he ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed him. I exited the bathroom to find my Dad leaning over a man with a knife clutched to his chest, his blood was splattered all over the walls, a few organs were visible. It was disgusting. I hugged my Dad and suddenly started crying. He said "It's ok, we're going to call the police"

An officer arrived with his file, he was a mentally ill sex offender. He'd molested several girls my age. He'd escaped from several mental hospitals. Terrified, I fell to the floor hysterical. What the hell would've happened if I opened that door? Why'd he go after me? All I know is I'm lucky to have a Father that's a former marine. I still can't sleep today, I picture that cold face staring at my bed with those lifeless eyes. Luckily, I was not his next victim.