Violent Death

I imagine how gruesome and terrifying it must be to die at the hands of some psychopath. Your last thoughts of panicking fear and the pain, the excruciating pain of being shot or stabbed into multiple times. Or perhaps they fucked with you first and dragged your death out. And the last thing you see is their face, as you cry and scream for help.... It gives me chills.... 

I become paranoid sometimes; I fathom someone breaking into my house and murdering me while I sleep. I imagine someone coming in through a window and sneaking into the room I'm in, as I sit there unknowing of the doom that's upon me.

I imagine someone with long dark hair, a pale face, a creepy smile and demeanor creeping towards me with a shining silver blade. 

I tend to entertain the thought of creepy things because of my lively imagination, so I'm constantly freaking myself out.