They’re Coming For Me
I am sitting on my bed, shaking with fear. They’re coming tonight, I know they are. They’re coming for me. I can’t stop them, there are too many of them. All I can do is stay here and pray they don’t find me. I could run, but that would only make them try harder to find me. They would track me down wherever I go. If I run, it will only make things worse. What was that? A noise from downstairs. The front door slowly opening. Footsteps, creeping quietly across the floorboards. This is it. They’ve come. What can I do? I could try to defend myself, though I don’t think I stand a chance. I reach out in the dark and my fingers curl around the object next to me. Maybe this will stop them. As quietly as I can, I stand up. I creep down the stairs. The front door is wide open, letting in the cool night air. I can see a shadow moving inside the living room. Just one shadow. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. I step inside the room. There is a figure the shape and size of a man standing over the dead bodies of my parents. He turns around when he hears me enter and stares at me without saying a word. Immediately, I lift the gun in my hand and pull the trigger. The loud noise seems to fill  the whole house. The man stands there for a moment before dropping to the floor, dead. I don’t think he was one of them. I think he just came to see what the loud noises earlier were. If he had been one of them, he probably would have been wearing a uniform and told me I was under arrest. Copyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on Creepypasta.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed under any circumstance.