The night, silent and obscure.
2:56 ; witching hour was near.
My mind wasn't sure,
and a dragging pierced my ears.
My mother,
my father,
dragged by a stickly, monstrous figure.
It placed them in my room, creating
a masterpiece.
On the wall, he used their blood
to write a message.
As it hid under my bed,
my eyes twitched open
to read the horrific message on the wall.

"I know you're awake."