It was 3 am in the middle of the night. I had woken up to use the bathroom, and was quietly slipping back into my covers. Suddenly, I heard a low moan, emanating from the hallway. It seemed to come closer and closer to my room. I pulled the covers over my face and curled up in a fetal position. My breathing was shallow, ever so soft. Even closer. The. The moaning stopped abruptly. I heard a creaking noise. I recognized it. I'd heard that many times. I had grown very used to that sound. It was the sound of the door to my parents bedroom. There was a pitch black silence following. After about 5 minutes, I heard two bumps coming from the room. There was a scraping sound, then followed by the same low moan. I started shivering despite the warm blankets covering me. Then the moan sounded from inside my room. Before my eyes was a gray, semi humanoid creature, grabbing both my parents with long, disfigured "claw" hands. I stared into their glassy, glazed over eyes. They were both dead. I desperately hoped it assumed that I was asleep. It raised its hands, and then stabbed them into my parents. The raised its bloody claws and started to write on the wall. The creature then proceeded to crawl under my bed. A few minutes later, my eyes finally adjusted to the dark. I stared at the wall, trying to read the writing, and finally it dawned on me. I gasped, and suppressed a shriek. "I know you're awake"
