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I sat at my computer, watching Youtube. Just another night for me. I followed the same pattern every single day. I would awake at around 3 P.M, start up my computer, stay on it all day and night, fall asleep around 6 A.M. A horrible pattern, I must admit. Anyhow, it was around 4:49 A.M. when I heared a loud banging sound, as if someone had just knocked my door very violently.

I sat, frozen, too afraid to move. Though I felt safe, as my dog was outside of my door. She was a very large staff, and no doubt a good burgular alarm! I assumed it was her, running up or down the stairs. I began to surf the web once again. It was around. 5:26 A.M. that I heared another bang. Though this time, there were more than one. Every twenty seconds or so... Bang.. Bang.. Bang. I now sat again, frozen in my seat.

Someone was either knocking my door, or climbing the stairs. I was too afraid to investigate at this point. It was around five minutes later, that i grabbed hold of my baseball bat (Which I kept next to my bed, in case of this situation.) I had always visualised myself as being more heroic. I imagined if someone was indeed in my house, I would be able to overcome them. To be the hero.

Though in reality, I was way too afraid to move, let alone approach the person. I held my baseball bat in hand, opening my door quickly. The hall was pitch black, and my dog slept comfourtably in her bed, which was right outside of my door. I switched on the light, as I felt the cold sweat run down my cheek. I inspected the hallway.. Everything seemed to be peaceful.

I took a deep breath, relieved. Though I knew after this. I would not be able to sleep. I shut the door, then took a seat at my computer. I kept the baseball bat right next to me incase this occured once more. A few hours later, it was bright outside. I decided to finally go to sleep, since no one would break in my house during the daytime. Right?

I woke up after a peaceful sleep, at around 5 P.M this time. The memory of last night still lingered in my head. I was still very nervous of opening my door, though to my relief, I opened the door to once again.. Find my staff asleep in her bed. I decided I would go out for the day.. Or what was left of the day. I figured this would take my mind off of last night's events. I visited my city, did a little food shopping. I left the shopping centre just as it was getting dark, as I hated driving at night.. Anything could be lurking in the surrounding darkness. I arrived home. All seemed to be normal. I unpacked my groceries, fed my dog, then headed up to my bedroom. I switched on my PC. I was hoping everything would be fine tonight. I couldn't have been more incorrect. There sat on my desktop, one word file. The background had been changed to a simple black, and all of my documents had been deleted. A shiver run down my spine as I opened the text file. It read:

"TURN AROUND"

My heart skipped a beat, and began pounding violently, as I turned, behind me sat my wardrobe. I stared for around five seconds at the wardrobe, before it burst open. A most horriffic being, around six foot tall had thrown himself out. The creature lunged at me, and tackled me to the ground. He looked as though he had parts of flesh missing. All it wore were pants. It began to sink its long. Sharp nails into my chest. As it held me on the ground, all I could see was its face.

It looked as though it had been melted. Hardly any skin covered its teeth. It's sharp, rotted teeth, that pointed out like rusty nails. Its mouth was curled into a smile. The most demonic of smiles. It looked excited. As though he had just won a million dollars. Its eyes had no colour. They were simply dark pits that no doubt led to hell. It hair dangled down onto my face, and the stench of it made me want to throw up. It smelt like it had been dead and rotting for years.

I managed to stretch my hand and reach for my baseball bat, which still sat next to my computer chair and swung it as hard as possible at the things head. It rolled off of me, as its nails cut through my skin like butter, and left a large slice in my stomach. It was bleeding rather badly. It seemed to be in a lot of pain, no doubt from the bat, as it bolted through the door, and directly through a window.

I called the Police straight after, they arrived within ten minutes. While I waited, I held my hand against the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding. When the police arrived, they had also contacted an ambulance. The paramedics took me to the hospital, cleaning the wound, then dressing it. After this, the police questioned me, then assured they would find this... Thing as soon as possible. Before I left I was given a contact card for a psychiatrist. They thought that I had mental issues, after the way I had described the being. Though being in their shoes, I would have thought the same.

I arrived home in the early hours of the morning, it was just about getting light. I was still in major shock. I walked into my kitched and found a note on my table. It said three words:

"I'LL BE BACK."