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I was asleep. With all the lights off and no music on, the glow off of my alarm clock was beeping a red light beside my bed. At 3 in the morning, it went off. Complete darkness.

I woke up and heard the most terrifying sound I have ever heard. I heard what sounded like a clown laughing. I saw the light outside of my door was on. The shadow under it looked like something was walking back and forth.

The next morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen. My sister had her head down on the table. I thought, "Man, she's tired!" and next thing you know, I realized it was Monday. "What the hell," I thought. I went up to my parents' room and nobody was in there. I went to the living room and passed my dad and said, "Stop hanging around!" I went into the bathroom and passed my mom and said, "I love you. Your heart will always be mine," then walked back into the kitchen and sat down with my sister. I then said, "Have a sore throat?" They must be playing a joke on me. I went to school and didn't think to much about it, till I came home and tried talking to them all again, and they never replied. I mean, dammit, dad's just hanging from the ceiling fan by his own guts wrapped around his neck, and mom is in the bathroom with her heart cut out, and my sister has her head down cause her throat was slashed open. Who's gonna clean all the blood up?

Sometimes, I wish my family would stop sleeping and bleeding everywhere.