Painless...Stainless...Emotionless...

5;35 am...

It's 5:35 am and I can barely sleep. The thuds from my closet kept echoing through my room. A single bed, empty walls. Gripping the blanket, I was scared...the lights were out, thunder was striking. I got up from my bed, placing my feet carefully onto the ground, trying not to make any noise. They were looking at me, with those...empty eyes, bloody mouths..chopped up fingers, toes, and huge smiles on their faces. I guess they really wanted to play the "one little piggy went to the market" game...

My father was propped up on my bed, as if he'd watch every step I take while out of bed, my mother, propped up in a chair, casually, a book sitting in her lap

Pretty normal, right? well, the smell of rotting flesh was messing with my brain, the banging continued...

Going up to my door, carefully opening it, it slammed back shut...he doesn't want me to leave. He just keeps staring at me with those empty eyes

I can't help but look back...his mouth opens, bugs crawl out.

"Let me out!" I shout loudly, the sound of the alarm waking me up.

I was sweating, crying, blood on my bed. What have I done last night?...Looking down, I noticed cuts on my wrists, he was still there...

Looking in the mirror, I saw their reflection, a reflection that only a murderer can enjoy...

A smile spreading on my face..

did I....really kill them?...Did I really play?...

Did I won the "hide & seek", sick game?...