six-hundred and sixty six Nightmares

 Breath. The room is so bright. I can hear the sounds of the floor creak as the   wicked man looks for something to shoot. He knows me, he is inside of me, but I have never met him before in my life. I can see through the crack of my bedroom door him pull his weapon… Then out of the corner of his eye he spots my parents. Terrified. Unknowing if their lives would be wasted before my young little eyes.  The muffled crack didn't even startle me. I was barely awake. I could hear as my moms body hit the floor. Then crack. My father fell backward in his chair. The blood on his neck tricked down and stained his pajama shirt. The murderous man then started beating my father's dead and limp body arost the floor. He was completely hysterical. He was laughing so hard, the veins in his neck and head began to bulge out. He was toying me. Then he does the same with my 4 siblings. After that turns his attention to me. The man was no man at all. He had two blood red bull horns and pitch black bulging eyes that could pierce through any soul. It all went slow as he walked to me. His gun to my head. Then I had a spike of fear that turned my naturally dark skin, pale. he whispered in a unexpectedly soothing tone, “I am the devil.”