[ TT ] All your friends and family are slowly changing . They do n't notice the difference , but you certainly do ...

`` DAD!! DAAAD!!'' I hurled my voice into hallway. I heard his footsteps pounding down from the bedroom. Why had I even called for him? 
 
 He barges through the door and flips on the lights as my ceiling fan swings violently about. He looks around the room, finds nothing of any worry and shoots a glare at me. `` You ca n't keep doing that, Sam. There is NOBODY in here.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry dad, I do n't even know why I called. I was asleep, and then just woke up yelling for you. I'm sorry. I'll go back to bed.'' 
 
 `` Good. Night. No more.'' 
 
 I had been calling him in my sleep for a few weeks now. I just wake up, extremely terrified and completely oblivious. Blind terror. I have no explanation for any of them, although my father had told me quite that the first few nights I said that someone was breaking into my room through the window. But it seems like ever since I started calling for him in my night, they were up to something. 
 
 I lie in my bed for the next few hours, fearful of sleeping because I might call for him once again tonight. That was already the third just tonight. After a while I get up decide to prep my day in my usual morning routines. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, and into my furry brown slippers and put my night shirt on. 
 
 I scurry down the stairs and head for the kitchen area to make some eggs for myself. My sister, Rosie walks into the kitchen a little bit after me, from her room downstairs. She looks at me with this odd, unfamiliar look that she had developed quite recently. 
 
 `` What are you making?'' She said in her bland, monotone voice. 
 
 `` Super Duper eggs. Want some?'' 
 
 `` What are those?'' 
 
 `` Are you serious? Super Duper eggs. Like, the ones Dad made every Sunday morning for I do n't know, the past 14 YEARS OF OUR LIVES!'' How can she even ask that. It seems like she just ca n't recall anything from her life. I just brush it off and continue making my eggs, I make a few extra for her anyway. 
 
 Things were silent until the eggs were served. At this time my father walks into the kitchen and too asks what I had made for breakfast. 
 
 `` I made your Super Duper eggs!'' 
 
 He too, shoots me a hesitant look. 
 
 I repeat the same conversation with my father that I had with my sister about these somehow mysterious Sunday Super Duper eggs. Once again, I brush the confusion off in conversation. How can I be the only one who knows what the hell these eggs are. 
 
 I finish my breakfast and turn the corner out of the kitchen to plop down and watch some morning cartoons. The TV immediately turns to static. My father appears from around the corner. I swear he just comes out of nowhere some times. `` Dad, the TV is n't working again. I think it's broken.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' He says in a voice matching my sister's characterless note. 
 
 `` Well, are you going to do anything about it?'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' 
 
 What is going on? 
 
 I leave the couch and head up to my room. Each step creaked on the way to the top, and every one felt like it was going to give out on my way up. I advance into my bedroom and firmly shut the door behind me. I place a classic Led Zeppelin record onto the phonograph and drop the arm on the beginning. I take out my journal and begin writing a bit. After a little while, I hear a violent beating at my window. I jump up and dash toward the window, wielding a small knife i kept by my bed at night. I look outside. Nothing. Not even a rabbit in the brush. I disregard the noise and get back to my writing. Just enough time passes to clear my head and enter my trance before I hear another rasping, coming from my door this time. I sit back into my bed, holding my blade close to me, ready to fight off any person that breaks through my door. 
 
 After about 10 minutes of sitting against my headboard clutching a minuscule weapon I roll out of bed and slowly open my door. The whole house is dark, not a single light on in the entire house. I wait for my eyes to adjust to this absence of light, and then head into the hallway. 
 
 `` Dad! Dad? Where are you? Why did the lights go out?'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' 
 
 `` Did you forget to pay the bill again or something?'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' 
 
 By this time I'm questioning his sanity, and walk past him. I proceed back into my hole in the wall and lock the door behind me. I turn off the record that I had left playing and decide to go to sleep. I doze off rather quickly, but I'm suddenly interrupted by a heavy beating on my door once again. This beating proceeds for a good minute or two, before it dies off for a short while. 
 
 I lay back down but am soon enough awoken, this time from a loud crash from the door. I shot up from under my covers and reached for my knife once again. After another stint of silence after being awoken, I lie back down for the night. 
 
 I'm woken up one more time by a loud crash from my door, but this one's even louder than the last one. I lie in bed, assuming this too will pass after a period of nothingness. Once I close my eyes I feel a tight grip around my wrists, and then again down at my ankles. I'm spread across the bed in a x-shape with someone or something spreading me farther and farther. 
 
 `` Dad! Dad come in here! Dad!'' I call into the night once again, still tied across the bed. 
 `` Yes, I know son.'' I hear from beside me, right before the constrictions get tighter across the mattress. 
 
 `` DAD! DAADD!!!!'' I shouted as I shut my eyes to be blinded from this horror that was about to commense. 
 
 I hear a loud pounding from the door once again, before my dad comes rushing in and I spring up from the covers. 
 
 He turns on the lights, and looks around the room hurriedly, checking the windows and my closet. 
 
 `` You ca n't keep doing that Sam, there is NOBODY in here!'' he said as he looked at me with a glaring look.
