Creepy Pasta

Ch 1

Y/n pov

Thunder sounded very close and very loud. I wake up and sit up in bed.
My alarm clock reads 03.04 AM.

Fuck.

I wanna lay down again when i feel my bed being wet.
I did lock my window before going to bed, right?

Looking towards my window and silently cursing to myself.

Was i really that tired last night when i went to bed? That i forgot to fucking lock the window.

My bed is fully soaked now being next to the window.

I sit on my kneed and try to lock the window. After 2 Sleepy tries i succeed.

Well, the bed is soaked by rain now so good luck trying to sleep in that again.

Grabbing my pillow and walking to the hallway, i see my parents bedroom door slightly opened and a light still shining.

Weird, dad has to get up at 6AM so he should be asleep?

The thunder sounds again.

Walking over to their bedroom door and looking inside i see my dad on the bed. My mom on the floor, her feet towards the window and head towards me.

"Mom?" I ask and walk towards her. She doesnt respond.

"Mom." I try again. Kneeling down next to her and i see blood. There is blood coming from her stomach.

Shaking het i try to wake her up. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Dad help!" Looking over to my dad i see a bloodstain in the bed there too.

Thunder slams into the house and all the light gets cut off.

Its pitch black now and i try to touch my mom and feel her pulse. Is she still alive? Please be alive.

There are footsteps on the stairs. There isnt supposed to be another person here.

Mom doesnt have a pulse anymore and the footsteps close in.

I look around. Not really anywhere to hide. I can get under the bed but not for long.

Anything better than nothing. I crawl towards the empty side of the bed. The footsteps are nearing the door now.

Crawling underneath the bed i hold my breath. Willing my heart to slow.

Mom is dead, dad probably too, there is a stranger in the house and they probably murdered my parents.

Tears well up in my eyes and i close them. If tonight is going to bed my end i wont go silently.

Gathering my courage as i hear the person kneel down at my mothers body.

"Such a waste you fought me." A male voice sounds. Then.. what kind of sound was that?
Crunching?

Holy shit, is he... No no no. Tilting my head i can see his boots. There is something dripping down, atleast thats what it sounds like.

The smell of iron becoming stronger. I close my eyes and turn my head. Is there something useful here?

There was a flash of light and i see blood dripping down a mouth of a man. He is holding her fucking organs. Holy shit.

Tears well up in my eyes and the thunder sounds as a sob escapes my mouth. Please dont let him hear it.

Tears slide down my face and keep my eyes shut and a hand covering my mouth.

When i open my eyes again to see my mom he isnt there anymore.

I didnt hear him leave, where did he go?

"Found you." He says and i feel myself getting dragged away from underneath the bed.

I begin screaming and kicking. Trying to hurt him so i can run away.

He begins laughing and grabs his knife.

"So you got that fighting spirit from your mom hm." He says and dodges my kicks.

I get up and look towards him.

"Fuck you!" I spit at his feet and grap the nearest thing i can grab. A lamp.

I throw it at him. Not the head, that is easily dodged. But the shoulder? I might hit.

He is wearing a mask and i see the blood covering his shirt.

My stomach curls and i almost throw up. Looking towards the window that is also open.

He grunts and i look back, the lamp actually fucking hit him. There were pieces of glass inside of him. Holy shit.

I sprint towards the window and haul myself out, hoping the drop wont kill me.