Doomed

I hear it outside as I write this...my last words.

I am not a hundred percent what “it” is that has come for me, but I can feel the malice it brings.

Holy fuck, I am so scared right now!

I’m going to die, and there is just so much I never got to do or say...

I wish I had been a better person, and... maybe this is happening to me now because I wasn’t; if so… I deserve it.

I... made a lot of shitty decisions in my life, like really fucked up ones.

I was a young, dumb kid and was stupid enough to go along with a few friends one night to a graveyard.

We were drinking, and one of my buddies started knocking over tombstones.

I felt it wasn’t right and called him out on it.

“Hey man, that is really disrespectful.” I said.

He laughed and shoved me in my chest.

Well, I shoved back, and that led to a brawl.

We fought like idiots with hurt pride, and what ended it was him knocking me into a tombstone.

Everyone laughed until that point...

The force of my impact had not only caused the stone to fall over and break but out of nowhere we heard a shrill scream.

My blood ran cold as ice, and all the hairs on my body stood on end.

I saw two of the guys who were facing the direction of where the sound came from piss themselves.

The others turned to see what had scared them so badly; I didn’t.

All I remember is hearing them screaming in agony... and that wailing noise.

That god-awful wailing!

I ran back home and told my parents what we’d done.

They called the police and went to search for my friends.

When we got there... we only found clothes.

No bodies, no blood.

The cops looked high and low, and I noticed the stones were all put back as if nothing ever happened to them... all but the one I had broken.

The cops passed it up, thinking it was some kind of joke.

We went back home, and I got a scolding from hell.

That was the last time I ever saw my parents alive.

I can’t believe that only about two hours ago I was normal and not about to die...

The banging is getting louder and that... that fucking wailing!

The wailing is driving me nuts and making it hard to think!

Whatever is outside my door...it killed my mum and dad.

It was not long after we came home and I got scolded that it happened.

First, it was just a few loud bangs at the door.

Then, our dog went to the door and sniffed it, and when my dad went to pull him back, he... he growled.

Not at my dad, but at the door.

As much as my dad tried to pull him away, he refused to budge and kept getting louder with his growling until out of nowhere he ran to the window and started barking there.

His bark was not the normal one; it was a warning bark, deep and vicious as if he was telling whatever was outside, fuck off or die!

Then it happened...my dad pulled the shades back, and I saw him freeze...and he pissed himself.

My mother ran to him with a look of concern and looked back at me...

Her face was... aging.

Her long black hair was turning white, and her skin was... decaying, it seemed.

She muttered one word.

“Run.”

I ran upstairs, but before going into my room I saw my mom’s body fall to the floor... she had turned to a husk!

My father was now white-headed and was almost a husk, like Mum.

My dog gave one last vicious growl and jumped through the window at whatever was out there.

As fast as he jumped out, something threw him back inside.

Something dark ran over to him and, like my parents, he too, he started to age and decay.

In utter horror, I bolted to my room and locked the door and covered the windows.

I am typing this out and hope that someone finds this.

I don’t know what is out there, but... please don’t do what I did.

I released something evil, and it killed my friends and family, and I don’t think it will stop or if it can even.

The banging is awful.

I put clothes under the door so it had no way of possibly slipping in through any crack.

I am under my bed, covered up with a blanket and my laptop.

It is wailing again; my ears feel like they are going to burst!

My ears are bleeding, holy shit!

The blood is making the keys sticky and hard to use.

I don’t know how much longer I have...

I had to cover my ears; the pain was overwhelming from that fucking scream!

I got fed up and yelled at it.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!” I screamed.

To my surprise, the noise stopped.

I felt a sigh of relief a bit.

I waited in suspense, and after ten minutes I felt it might be over at last.

The sun was rising; maybe that made it go back to whatever hell it came from!

Yes, yes, that had to be it!

Feeling confident, I am going to go outside and get my dad’s keys and drive to the cops again and tell them everything and pray they believe me.

I went to close the laptop. Then I heard a scratching sound. It was next to me.

I felt around under the blankets to see what it was, and it was something long and bumpy.

It must have been my drumsticks.

I laughed a bit and threw the cover off.

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