ok. So some guy/gal sent me me this on my email. And also sent it to me twice through tumblr as an anon. I figured it was creepy so where else post it? Creepy pasta ofcourse. Nothings been changed this is the exact message below.
-Youre Sitting Alone In Your Room In The Middle Of The Night. You Hear The Slight Chirping Of The Insects Outside, And The Tapping Of The Tree Branch On Your Window. Of Course, Your Parents Are Out For The Night And Left you To Watch The House Alone. You Turn On The T.V. And Surf Through Channels. Nothing Good To Watch. You Turn The T.V. Off And Head To The Kitchen, Opening The Fridge For A Midnight Snack. Scoping Through, You Only Manage To Find A Bunch Of Bread And Veggies. none Of Which Look Appetizing. So You Decide To Head Out To The Store. Going To Your Room, You Slip On A Fresh Pair Of Pants And A Random, Seemingly Clean Tee Shirt And Grab Your Wallet. You Check To See How Much You Have, And you Have Just Enough To Buy Yourself A Small Meal From The Fast Food Place down The Street. You Walk Outside and Lock The Door To Your House. You Make Your Way To The Sidewalk But Stop As You Hear Footsteps Behind You. Cautiously, You Turn Around, But See Nothing But Cars And The Trees In Front Of Your House. You Turn Around Slowly And Continue Walking. Being Night Time, Less And Less Cars Pass By, Eventually Leaving You Walking On An Empty Street, Lit Only By A Few Dull Lights. You Take the Back Streets To Get There Faster, And Pass By Old Abandoned Little Houses. You Pass By One And Listen To It Creak As The Wind Blows Roughly,And Get A Faint Smell Of Something Horrid From Within. You Ignore It And Continue On The Dark Path, Still Having A Way To Go Till You Reach Your Destination. You See what Looks Like A Persons Shadow Reflect From Behind You And Turn Quickly. Nothing… Perhaps Your Eyes Are Playing Tricks On You… You Continue Walking, Feeling Goosebumps Cover Your Arms As The Chilly Wind Blows Again. You Walk Faster And Finally Reach Your Destination, And Buy A Small Meal, Taking About An Hour To Rest And Eat. You Then have To Make Your Way Back Home. You Take The Back Streets Again, Looking At Your Phone for The Time; 3:17. It’s Quite Late, And Dark. You Need To Get Home And Chill. You Walk Slower Thit Time Around Though, Because The Meal Has Made You Tired. You Are About To Pass Up That Horrid Smelling House Again. Man, That Place Gives You The Chills. Youre Directly In Front Of It And Examine It For A Bit. The Roof Has A Hole And The Shingles Are Falling Off. The Front Windows Are All Broken, With Only Weak 2×4’s Covering Them. Its An Old Brownish Color With A Black Boarder. And The Front Steps Are All Cracked. You Feel A Breeze That Sends Chills Down Your Spine, But Also, Blows Something Into View. Someone Lost A Twenty Dollar Bill And The Wind Just Blew It Into The Yard Of That Shabby House. You Want That Money. Against Your Better Judgement, You Hop The Rickety Gate That Surrounds The Old House And Lunge At The Bill, Only To Have A Strong Gust Of Wind Blow It Right In Front Of The Door. You Cautiously Make Your Way To The Steps Of The House And Examine The Porch. The Roof That Once Added Shade Now Has Holes And Webs And Theres A Mildew Scent Coming From It. you Hop Up The Steps And Grab The Bill From The Floor. Curiosity Catches You Though, As You Hear A Click From The Door And See It Creak Open About An Inch. You Think Of Going Straight Home, But You Decided, Hey, If Anything, You Have A New Place For You And Your Buds To Hang Out. You Slowly Step Inside, Noticing Nothing, For Its Too Dark To See Anything. You Pull Out Your Phone And Activate It, Using It As A Light Source, And Glance Around The House. Theres Furniture There Still, Covered In Sheets. Chairs, Tables, Hatrack Right Beside You, Stairs Right Ahead Of You. With A Door Underneath. You Take A Step Forward, Towards The Door Under The Stairs, And Hear A Slam As The Froont Door Shuts Closed By What You Assume Is A Great Gust Of Wind. You Ignore It And Turn To The Stairs Little Door, And Turn The Knob. Sadly, The Knob Doesnt Open The Door So You Have No Access To The Room You Could Have Used For Little ‘Sessions’. Instead You Wander Up The Stairs, Nearly Falling As One Step Gives In Under You. You Proceed Quickly Up The Rest, But Hear A Shuffling Below. You Turn Back Quickly, Noting In Sight. You Examine Below, Everything In The Same Place, Except The Hat Rack, Which Seems To Have Fallen Due To The Wind? For It Was Now Lengthwise One The Floor, Nearly Out Of Sight. You Ignore This And Continue To Your Wandering. Up The Stairs, You See Four Doors. One Directly To The Right, And Three To The Left, Down The Hall. You Open The Door To The Right, Feeling As Dust Is Blown To Your Face Due To The Broken Windows On This Floor Too. Slowly, You Stap In, Listening To The Creaking Beneath Your Feet. The Room Is Mostly Empty, Except For A Bunch Of Crayons And Paper All Over The Floor. You Pick Up One Of The Papers. All That Is On It Is… A Drawing Of A Faceless Man That Looks Like It Was Drawn By A Child. None The Less, It Has An Eerie Look to It, And To Crumple It And Toss It To The Ground And Exit The Room. You Go To The First Room To Your Left, But Jump As You Hear Steps N The Stairs. “Hello?” You Whisper Into The Faintly Lit Hall. “Whos There?”… There Is No Reply, And You Hear The Steps Continue Until You See The Head Of A Man. “Who Are You?” You Ask Shakily. And Turn The Knob Slowly To The Door You Are Right In Front Of. The Man Looks At You, And You Stare Back In Horror. You Are Only Able To See His Head, For He Has Not Gone Up Many Steps, But His Head Is All You Need To Know Something Is Not Right. You Quickly Run Into The Room And Close The Door, Locking It From The Inside. You Cant Believe What You Just Saw. It Was Disturbing, To Say The Least. The Man You Saw, He Was Freakishly Pale, Almost White. And He Was Bald.. But That Wasnt The Scary Part, No. The Scary Part Was His Eyes… Or… Really… It Was The LACK If Eyes That Was Scary… What Was That?! He… He Had No Eyes, No Nose.. And… You Only Saw A Thin Line Where His Mouth Would Go… Just What Was That!? You Look At Your Phone.. Something Is Wront. The Screen Is Acting Up, Going.. Static? And Dark.. And, The Room Smells Weird. You Try To Use The phone As Light, But It Shuts Off Before You Can See Anything. “Oh Fuck” You Whisper As You Hear Footsteps Continuing Up The Stairs. You Get Up And Ease Forward, Wondering What That Smell Is. You Make It To A Wall, And Search For A Curtain Or Something, smiling Slightly As You Find One. You Yank It Open And Simultaniously Yell Obscenities As You Hear The Knob To The Door Jiggle, As If That… That THING Was Trying To Get In. Luckily For You, The Moon Lets In Plenty Of Light To The Room, And You Look Around… Horror Is Written On Your Face, For The Room (Which Turned Out To Be The Bathroom) Was Covered In… In… Blood?! You Stand There Shocked, Listening To The Door Knob Shake Forcefully. You Look Around For Any Weapon.. Nothing, All You See Is Useless Junk. But The Shower Cuurtain Is Closed.. Maybe… Just Maybe.. You Might Find Something? You Cautiously But Quickly Make Your Way To The Tub, Freaking Out At The Whole Door Starts To Shake. That Thing Really Wants You. You Pull The Curtain Open And. . . . . Oh God. You Fall To The Floor, Holding Your Hand Over Your Mouth, Ready To Puke.. There.. There Was A Body.. A.. A Decaying, ROTTEN Body In The Tub.. And The Tub Was Filled With What You Assume Was.. The Persons Blood. You Stand Up Quickly As The Door To The Room Breaks At The Hinges. You Run To The Window As That Creature Comes To You Slowly.. That.. Tall THING.. “GO AWAY” You Yell To The Monster, To No Avail. You Attempt To Climb Out Of The Window, But Something Catches Your Foot. Its A.. A Vine? No.. It Is Coming From That Thing. “LET GO” You Yell, Trying To Get Loose.”HELP, SOMEBODY HELP” You Yell Out The Window. “HE-“ You Got Cut Off As The Hand Of That Monster Covers Your Mouth. You Try To Get Loose But He Is Too Strong. He Leaves The Room, Letting His Tentacle Like Vectors Cover Your Mouth And Carry You As He Makes His Way Down The Stairs. You Try To Escape. To No Avail. He Carrys You To The Room You Couldnt Open, Under The Stairs, And Opens It With Ease. He Slowly Walks Down, As You Manage To Wriggle A Hand Free, With Your Phone. You Are Only Able To See The Time Before The Man, Creature, Thing, Smacks it Out Of Your Hand, And Crushes It Beneath His Foot. The Time Is 5:52… And You Are Dead….. You Were Met…

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