Fear was swelling from deep within me as I sensed that time was approaching when I was forced to jump in bed. I hated my bed and tonight I hated it even more. Ypsilanti, Michigan was prone to some damn good storms and this night was not to be out done. The room felt abnormally cool tonight and my senses were strangly peaking. I couldn't put my finger on it, hell I was only five.
We lived in a two row low rent appartment complex, the kind that looked more like a hotel setup and definitely something to be ashamed of if I was older, if you know what I mean. I could hear my mom in the other room talking with a neighbor of our. They were laughing about something that I didn't understand, grown up stuff.
The rain started picking up outside. The curtains were open, which I hated and I was too scared to get out of bed to close them. The things under my bed always liked to fuck with me when I left my legs down over the bed in this appartment so I hated stirring them up if I didn't have to. What ever the fuck they are I hate the way it feels when they touch me. It makes my hair rise and feels eerie like I'm moving through water. Things are tingly. Electric. That's when I notice it. Him. Outside my window. I sensed him before but wasn't sure what it was. It was so strong I didn't realize it was a person.
I wish it was a person. I was so scared. I tried not to breathe as I peared over my covers to get a better look. Something told me not to look at it, not to make eye contact. But I never listened. I never listened. I wish I listened. Of all the things I've seen, this one vision would set in motion a legacy of sick horrors no evil had yet unlocked.  
There standing between a small twig of a tree and the bedroom window, beneath the heaviest of rainfalls, were a pair of unblinking faintly glowing red eyes. I couldn't move. He kept staring at me, watching me, feeling me out. I felt as if he was wondering if I was good enough, if the stories his scouts had told him were true and he had to see for himself. He had an evil smile as if he were pearing into my soul, making plans for me. Long drawn out, agonistic plans...