Help Me... I Don't Want To Die!!!

It was the comforting embrace of the summer season, July 13th, to be precise, when a shy, misfit young lady named Mia Rain was abruptly jolted awake at 2:49 a.m. by an unseen, chilling presence that seemed to seep through the walls. The moon, a pale disc in the night sky, cast an eerie glow over the sleeping world, adding to the sense of unease that filled the air. 

When she was younger, Mia was like most children—innocent, full of joy, and simply awed by the world. She lived in an average-sized farmhouse with her loving family. Their love for her was like a warm blanket on a cold night, wrapping her in a cocoon of safety and comfort. Everyone loved her so. Her parents, siblings, relatives, and family friends all agreed that Mia was the most precious thing in the whole wide world. However, in a rather unfair move by fate, as Mia's seventh birthday approaches, she begins to experience a terrible nightmare of being taken away from her family by a Mysterious Pale Man In Black. This figure, with skin as white as bone and eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness, would appear in her dreams, a silent and menacing presence. When these episodes occurred, Mia would awaken and rush to her parents for help. For a short period, her parents figured everything was all right and that Mia was merely experiencing typical bad dreams, that is, until the bruises and scratches appeared. Concerned, Mia's parents decided to move out of the old farmhouse in an effort to protect their precious daughter. Sadly, this effort would be in vain.

Now, at the healthy age of nineteen, Mia awoke again to the same haunting presence. Her bedroom was cold and dark; the air felt thin and burned her skin. Mia's heart raced in her chest, a drumbeat of fear. She was confused when she found the window open, a chilly breeze whispering through the room. Then, as she climbed out of bed, Mia heard a faint chorus of hungry whispers, the sound chilling her to the bone. Frightened, Mia raced towards the window to see if anything was outside - to her horror, standing dead center of the backyard, gazing up at Mia with glowing orange eyes, was The Mysterious Man In Black, a figure that seemed to suck the warmth and light out of the room, leaving Mia in a chilling void of fear. Without hesitation, Mia ran as fast as she could to her parents' room for help. 

Her father, Paul, a skilled animal hunter, got out of bed, grabbed his double-barrel shotgun, and went with Mia back to her bedroom. Yet, when they returned, there was no sign of The Man In Black. Believing it to be nothing more than her imagination, Paul comforted his daughter, explaining to her that nothing would harm her as he helped her back to bed. Naturally, Mia pleaded that there was someone out her window and that she should not be left alone, to which he agreed. But only until she fell back to sleep.

Grateful, Mia climbed back into bed and, feeling a sense of comfort, began to fall back into sleep slowly as her father left. However, as Mia drowned in a false safety, that horrid whisper returned with stronger intentions. Terrorized, Mia sprang up from her soft bed with her eyes open wide and bright. Mia could feel a cold, dark, hypnotic mist surrounding her. There, right at the end of her bed, Mia saw the shape of The Man In Black within the fog as skeletal hands, ridiculous in their reach, extended towards Mia's innocent soul. She felt her body pushed back by an unseen force. As Mia attempts to scream for help, she tragically cannot; her essence is suffocated by fear's tight and uncompassionate grip. All she could do was watch and wait for the inevitable that the darkness had to offer. Mia's only company was her predator's undying whispers. Then, a terrible crashing pain stood upon Mia as she felt her bones and muscles squeeze into an ill paste. Her eyes boiled as two thin and razor-sharp nails were stabbed into the delicate tissues of her eyeballs; darkness took hold. Mia's skin continued to burn as bleach-like tentacles poured over a freshly deceased corpse, but the worst was yet to come. A new pain spawned within Mia's frightened, chattering jaws. Choking on her own blood, Mia's teeth cracked apart, only to be replaced by a family of unholy fangs - while simultaneously, her fingernails split into two as legions of fangs invaded her flesh. Then, finally, Mia was allowed to unleash an unspeakable and indescribable scream of anguish.

Awakened by their daughter's cries, Mia's parents leaped out of bed and charged down the hall toward Mia's bedroom. But no matter how fast they ran, no matter what they pushed out of their way, no matter how strong their effort was, they could not reach Mia in time. Their child could not be saved.