He's here.
You want to run but you can't.
He's controlling you.
You walked downstairs, the darkness engulfing you.
You disobeyed me. His voice boomed.
Time for your punishment. His red glowing eyes emerged through the darkness.
Hold out your wrists, he insisted.
Your breath hitched as you knew what he was going to do.
Run now.
Don't look back.
You held your wrists out.
One by one he cut them.
One cut.
Two cuts.
Three cuts.
He stopped.
You looked down at the blood trickling down your arm.
Hide.
Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead.
It was almost 12 midnight.
You knew what you had to do.
You had no choice.
They called the mental hospital on you.
You weren't mental.
You walked back upstairs.
You told your family you made something and that they had to come downstairs.
They followed you.
You all walked down, the darkness engulfing you all.
The red eyes met you again.
Your family went wide eyed.
One by one backing up towards the wall.
He slowly made his way towards them.
This was it.
One by one he stabbed them.
One by one he ripped their organs out.
One by one he put a knife through their head.
One by one they fell to the ground.
This was it.
He slowly came over by you.
You gulped air.
The knife went through you with a blink of the eye.
Blood started filling your vision.
One by one you could hear him tearing apart your stomach.
The darkness took you.
All that was left was him.
