The fear came in ripples. Even in a house full of people, phone fully-charged, doors open, it came downMy parents aren you assure yourself. ll come running for on the Internet, reading up on Creepypasta after Googling the absolute shit out of it. /x/, Creepypasta Wiki, all. Just something to do because you didnre too lazy to get any actual work done. You blink, hard. The screen distorts itself, blazing momentarily, and you wonder if it is a trick of the mind. You mustre suddenly aware that if you close them, something will grab you from behind. You mock yourself inwardly, almost sustaining a laugh, but figure against blinking. That stufft have the courage to break the barrierIt you say to yourself, and, just to prove how wrong you are, you look towards the right. Your eyes widen.
The door. Bland white wood, bland silver doorknob. Same state as when you came int really remember closing it. you insist to yourself, trying to recount your past activities. 9 PM, enter room. Between 9 PM and 3 AM, close the door while reading horror stories because you know that helps you feel safe.
Nausea washes over you in waves, and you try to still your heartbeat, about to close the browser and maybe look up something on Youtube. Your hand slows. What if They switched your wallpaper for images of dead bodies? Of a demon? Of something horrible, something so indescribably terror-inducing that youre being such a wimp. Another thought comes over you.
What if, whatever you type into that box, just one site comes up? Ititt 3 AM the witching hour?
Something creeks behind you, uneven and slow.
You freeze up, your heart slamming in your chest. The breath you take hurts your stomach, and your hands freeze up on the keyboard. In front of you is a picture from your latest read: A thing (itre certain Itre gone from existence. You desperately ache to turn off your computer and just go to sleept be that hard.
Your phone is next to you, ready to be opened and used to call someone, anyone, just so you can have company. You canll come in and, just like when you were five, theys 45 minutes past 3 AM, so the witching hour thing is 15 minutes away from over, and you probably shouldnve got school and yous hair. Long womanll be black. And big black eyes will be staring back at yout feel like homework after all. Your body feels too tight and tired, and you want to sleep so badly that itll have nightmares, all vivid and memorable and inescapable. Youre in a coma and youll turn off life support and you will be a goner.
You wonI read these all the time,Im fine, Im just scared because I It doesnre an unconvincing liar. You know Its under you. You know if you stare up at the ceiling that Its fall and theres a ghost. A ghost is in your room, your parents are dead and your neighbors will be too slow to save you. Yours will be an isolated death, a lonely death. Itre creeping up on you, and They made you, They gave you the reason, the weapon, and you needed to because it was better than being in a room alone with Them. Out of the corner of your eye you see something. You cans pressing something against the window.
Theyll never even find your house. Itt want to look ridiculous but you want to scream. You cans just fear, the kind that ripples. Your legs go to sleep. Just fear, you say, and you agree. You type into the browser and instantly pops the usual website, the un-scary, video website, and you watch the hell out of some comedy videos until your fears abate. The sun rises, as its nice to be able to stretch out after a long night of freaking yourself out. You wonder if you should go get an early breakfast, yawning contentedly, and then you see It.
A girl, small and in a white dress, her face white and rotted and oh, itt do anything and shes all you can think and she walks. Oh shet her hair. She was the one behind you. Then... Under your desk...
It grabs your leg. It has no gender. Hair, hair, hair, its got an interesting faces not a woman, no, you wish it were something, an existing thing, but its got you. With the only courage yous. This one mightt there and you imagine It just sucked on your parents or something, they look like theyre all reaching for you.
The window. If you can just jump, you can just jump, anything, let the window be okay.
Laughter echoes in your head as you realize your mistake. Yes, the demon was holding something against the window. Its face. Its face. The face is smiling and you realize theyve come to get you. They creak out of your closet. They slide out from under your bed. They smile at you and its light now.
You wonder why people always associate light with safety. You wish it were dark again. They always make the night look scary, always make the darkness intimidating, but you canre shaded, and they can be passed off as illusions. You canre all here, standing and accounted for, and you know it. No more convincing yourself. Goner, goner, the Donner Party landing. A funny thought hits you.
Maybe they were afraid of the dark.