http://x.datchan.org/index.php?title=Squidwards_Self Delete
Oh holly stuff i remember reading that one and being on the verge of tears. On another note here's something from another one of my threads
I've been lying down for hours now it's around 5 in the morning right now and there's really nothing I can do. I'm in the same room as my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I'm paralyzed with fear.
Here's the thing though, the second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore I'm completely forgeted. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of some way out of here but the only idea I've had is to bolt for the door and scream for help hoping a neighbor or passer-by hears. That's really risky, but the thing is if I stay in bed there's a 100% chance I'll die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.
Now you're probably wondering what's going on and even how I'm telling you this. Well I do tend to get ahead of myself sometimes so lets back up a bit.
About 3 or 4 hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of my house so naturally I got I to investigate. I had to go to the bathroom. So instead of doing the smart thing and investigating I went to relieve myself... But I could've gotten myself killed right then. I did my business and then peeked out the bathroom door and saw blood on the floor and base of the wall and that's where I started to freak out. I ran back to my bed and pulled the covers over my head hoping it was just a really lucid dream or something like that.
But then I heard my door open... Like a terrified child I peaked a single eye out from under the blanket. There was something dragging my dead parents into the room. It's not human I know that much for sure. It's hairless, no visible eyes and it's not wearing clothes I think. It walks like a caveman, sort of limping and moving like it's uncomfortable with legs. But before you make an assumption it DEFINITELY was NOT a caveman, it was aware of what it was doing.
Then it propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, it snapped my dads neck and made the head face me. Then it sat my mother on the desk chair and turned it towards me. It dragged it's hands on the wall leaving a bloody mess behind it, it drew a circle and the devils pentagram then wrote something on the wall that I could not read because it was so dark. This is what it would call it's masterpiece if it could talk, I'm sure of this. At this point I remembered that my iPod was on the charger next to me so I slithered my hand out and pulled it in with a finger so I can write this.
Then it slithered under my bed and waited for me. The scariest thing though is now it's been about an hour and my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can read what is written on the wall. I peek out to see the things masterpiece.
"I know you're awake."
