Please note this is quite obviously FAKE, but it's cool. It's basically impossible to wake up on something this freaky... So happy reading! Hope I didn't scar any of you for life....
One day, once I woke up, I felt horrible. I walked downstairs. My cat meowed at me as usual. But now, it somehow sounded to me like my cat was saying very high pitched and sped up, "you will never make it." I simply ignored the spooky detail. I had no interest in getting on any electronic at this time, so I sat on the couch. Normally mom is up by 10, but it was 11 O'clock. I walked upstairs. But mom, she was not there. I ran downstairs as fast as I could. The cat meowed, and to me, it translated: "you lost". I was scared now, so I ran back to my room to get back to sleep. I heard a demonic voice that said: "Bad choice..." I was assuming it was about going back to sleep, so I ran downstairs. I saw a small amount of blood, and my cat's eyes looked like a human's, and they were bloodshot. Instead of white, they were yellow with green pupils. He said in a more clear voice: "Get out now." I figured that more strange stuff would occur if I didn't follow orders. I said: "Okay, god! I'm sorry!" My cat replied: "No. No you aren't." I replied: "WHAT DID I DO!?!" He said: "Your ghost killed you later..."
I tried decoding what he just said. The way I die in my future is death by my soul murdering me. But killed is past tense, so he already killed me! *?! I get it: somehow, he murdered me already, but due to him being a ghost, he failed. So he already killed me, but I felt it in the future. I walked outside, turning the doorknob slooooowwwwwlllllllyyyyy..... after the door opened, I ran outside. The sky was red and looked like there was a black thundercloud. I heard a screech. Blood splattered on me. It was Friday, so I ran to school. It was locked with a note: it read: "Dear Eyan, you will never escape."
I cried. I'd be here to live through this land without people forever. I ripped the note and the black thundercloud got smaller, the blood on me wasn't entirely gone, but it was cleaned a bit. "Screw youuuu.... Ey..." I heard the demonic voice I heard in my bed say. I ran back. I saw the pool. The pool was meant to be open-- as memorial day passed. It was closed. I raised one eyebrow and walked to the pool. I saw a bloody person on the seat of the lifeguard. I was glad to have known there was a person- but it was disgusting. I opened the pool cover. I saw a blood filled pool. I think- because I heard a small child screech, and I immediately slammed it back on the pool edge.I covered my ears. I could cover my ears, but no noise was reduced. I ran towards the sound. It was getting louder, but I had to see what it was. It was a house. I walked in the house, and I saw a small child. about to get murdered by a blood drenched, zombieified version of me. I fell to the ground, and I think I switched lives with the murderer. I killed the small child. I switched back to me, the zombie lost the blood on him, and blood fell on me. I ran out of the door, slamming it shut. Something told me- not the voice I heard-- to go to the next house. It was peaceful in there- and he didn't question why I was gory and bleh.. I just stood in the middle, smiling at me. I asked him- Hello? Do you know how to escape? He looked at me with a questioning look on his face. I replied to his face expression: "We're in like, hell right now!" He replied saying: "Take this." He gave me a knife and paper. It had letters scattered all over it. I tore it in half. My gore was gone. I heard my voice screaming in pain. The thunder cloud cleared out. The sky was blue, while it looked rainy. I heard Christmas music, everywhere. I thanked him. I ran home, and when I came back, the cat loved me again. But my parents and sister, they were gone. I ran upstairs. I ran back. My sibling and parents fell from the ceiling, and gore dripped off them. When it was gone, they hugged me and said: "You win! You saved us!"
Now that I went to bed... I heard a voice, a very faint, sad one.
"Eyan, you won. But I'll be back...."
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Uh.. Real Life? When is a creepypasta not set in real life?
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Andres-Vander wrote:
Uh.. Real Life? When is a creepypasta not set in real life?
when it is a my lil pony creepypasta
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*shiver* *shiver*
*hyperventilate*
*go to the living room, and see that the stockings moved*
*hyperventilate crazily*
*stop hyperventilating*
*look into the eyes of 777w's sig*
*hyperventilate again*
*hear someone moving in the living room WHILE NO ONE IS IN THERE*
*hyperventilate crazily*
I think something is horribly wrong.
EDIT: ALL OF THIS POST IS TRUE.
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