I don’t have much time. I’m hiding in a closet, laptop on lap, typing my story. I have to be quick. The man is coming for me. Scary as hell. So, I have to warn all of you of this man. Here goes nothing.
Okay, so…. I was doodling in my notebook during class. I looked up at the clock. 2:30 p.m. The bell rang, and I quickly shut the notebook and the teacher finally shut up.
I took a quick glance at the window. I saw a strange man. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. Then, I looked back out the window again. The man was behind a tree, just where he was when I first looked. He wore owl feathers in his green- yes, I said green- hair. His purple -I’m not kidding- eyes showed brightly through his pink glasses. His yellow hood was pulled over his head, and his neon yellow jeans sagged.
I didn’t think he was a well-dressed man. But nobody else seemed to notice him. I tapped on my friend’s shoulder. She turned around, brown eyes shining.
“What is it, Sarah?” She asked.
“Skylar, do you see that-” I looked back out the window. The man was gone. “Never mind.”
“What’s up, Sarah? See something?” My other friend, Ruby, asked, blue eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, I did.” I replied, swiping brown hair out of my face. “A creepy guy… I think he’s watching me.”
“Who?” Ruby asked. Skylar looked at me like I was crazy.
“Sarah, you read too much Creepypasta.” She said. “There is no way someone is stalking you.”
I sighed. If they didn’t believe me, that was their problem. I had to hurry up and get home anyways.
Later on, around 8:30 p.m, my brother, Tyler, came into the room. He stood next to my window.
“Sarah, who’s that?” He asked, pointing to the man outside.
I shrugged. It was that man again! Honestly, he needed to get a life. But at least now I knew I wasn’t hallucinating. Tyler was seeing this man, too, and that was enough proof. But at least the guy wasn’t Slenderman. The guy disappeared. Tyler looked at me, then walked away into his room to play his games.
A couple minutes later, my phone went off. It was Skylar. I slid the answer button.
“Sarah? D-Did that guy you saw earlier have green hair and purple eyes?” She stammered, sounding scared.
“Yeah… Why?” I asked. “Did you see him too?”
“Yeah, he’s sorta watching me from outside.”
“Okay, I don’t know what he wants, but he needs to leave us alone!”
“He’s gone now.”
My phone rang again. Ruby.
“Ruby’s calling. Call you back later.” I told Skylar, then answered Ruby.
“Sarah, who was that guy? Did he wear yellow? And have green hair and purple eyes?” Ruby was talking fast. I could hear crashing in the background.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, already racing down the stairs.
“I-I don’t know.” She replied. She sounded scared, and I was losing connection. “I think he’s-”
The phone went dead. If a SmartPhone was supposed to be smart, then what kind of smart people let something go dead? But that wasn’t what I was concerned about. What if Ruby was in danger?
Then something began breaking glass. I saw a trail of blood from my 3 year old brother’s room. Holy shit, I thought, what the hell happened?!
The man stepped out from behind the island counter. I quickly dove into the closet and locked the door, and for some reason, had my laptop with me. So here I am, typing this story, telling you this before I die.
“Hey, there you are….” He snarled. But up this close, he didn’t have purple eyes. He had black ones. And he didn’t have green hair. He had black. And his skin- paper white. A smile carved into his face. His white hoodie was covered in blood. He held up a knife. “Go to sleep….”
I screamed. I whipped my phone out of my pocket after throwing my laptop at this stranger. I was so scared, I thought I was going to piss myself. This man killed my brothers, and my parents.
Bad timing, but I called up Skylar. She answered.
“Skylar, Jeff the Killer is inside my house!” I screamed into the phone, throwing granola bars at the killer. “He’s trying to kill me!”
“Sarah, your reading waaaaaay too much Creepypasta.” She replied. “I mean, waaaaay too much.”
“I’ll send you a picture!” I yelled, but it was too late. He had just knocked the phone from my hands, cutting my right forearm.
Quickly, I threw a can of Mountain Dew at him. Luckily we still had some in storage. I threw more and more cans, denting them, breaking them, and making giant Mountain Dew puddles all over the floor.
I slid under him. He was standing still in the Mountain Dew puddle, a confused look on his forever smiling face. I grabbed a kitchen knife, my cell phone, and my laptop, and raced out the door.
“Skylar, you still there?!” I yelled. “I can’t prove that now, because I just ditched my house and Jeff is in there, but he’s fucking in there!”
“Sarah, calm down!” Skylar told me. “Ruby was just in the same situation. C’mon over, with us.”
Silently, I walked to Skylar’s, and everything became okay.