[ WP ] [ Horror ] You and your roommate wake up one morning with a sense of impending doom . Taking the dog out , you see a letter posted to the front door . It reads `` someone is coming to kill you '' with no signature .

I looked at Mark, then back at the letter. The writing seemed strangely familiar. We looked at each other again, and I forced a smirk. 
 
 `` This is a weird prank, man.'' 
 
 `` What?'' he answered. `` I did n't write that...'' 
 
 `` Oh, well, must have been some dumb kid trying to mess with us,'' I said, trying to ignore the feeling of doom. We finished walking the dog, buying our groceries in the meantime, and returned home. 
 
 As I was putting what we had bought away, I noticed the box of cereals had something written on the back. The letter was shaky and hard to read, but I tried. 
 
 `` Leave the House'' 
 
 I called Mark, now quite a bit more worried, but when I showed him the box, he just laughed it off, saying, 
 
 `` Really now? It's obvious you wrote that! The'T' is a bit curly, just like yours!'' 
 
 I had n't written it, but he was right. What's more, If I recalled correctly, the first letter's handwriting *was* eerily similar to mine's, too. I put away the box, saying nothing, as my roommate would n't believe me, but I was far more worried than before. The feeling of doom just would n't leave me. 
 
 I walked to the living room, where Mark was watching his usual show. I tried surfing the web on my phone, checking Twitter, anything to put my mind off of the two letters, but nothing seemed to do it. I was about to go to my room, to look for more effective methods of distracting myself, when the show's commentator looked straight at the screen, and said, 
 
 `` We have an urgent message: Mark, David, if you're watching this, leave the house if you want to live.'' 
 
 Now I knew something was very, very wrong. Mark looked at me, with a shocked expression, but, somehow, it immediately turned into a huge grin. He laughed. 
 
 `` Wow, man, that was amazing. You really got me for a second there! How did you even manage to get him to say that? That's a lot of dedication for a simple prank.'' 
 
 `` I did n't do anything.'' 
 
 `` Oh, come on! Are you saying that a random guy just decided to call him and said our names?'' My sense of doom began to grow. 
 
 `` No, I'm saying we should get the fuck out of here.'' The sense of doom grew further. 
 
 `` Please! I know you're very committed to this joke, but ca n't it wait until the show's over?'' The feeling of doom was unbearable. I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. 
 
 `` Will you just-!'' 
 
 `` Get down, now!'' 
 
 That was my voice, but it came from somewhere else. I immediately obeyed, and threw myself on the floor, even as a large, lizard-like creature materialized in front of me, and broadly sliced with some manner of scythe. Mark fell to the floor. I braced myself for a follow up attack, but then I heard a strange noise, and the sound of glass shattering, and the lizard-man was no more. 
 
 `` Close your eyes, and do n't open them until I'm gone,'' my voice said, and I blindly, maybe even stupidly, obeyed I heard it walk toward me, and as he got closer, the feeling of doom became more and more intense. It was unbearable. 
 
 Then, suddenly, it was gone. I sat down, and opened my eyes. In front of me lied MArk's dead body, and, closer, there was a bag full of many, some strange batardization of a stopwatch and a letter, reading, 
 
 `` Hopefully, you'll figure out something better.''
