My own creepypasta ... Pretty proud of this The shadow Youve been feeling weird all day , you try to shrug it off but you cant ignore the weird empty ness in your head and the strange sightings in the Corner of your eyes. Almost consistently seeing a smudge of black to your left but only to find out theres nothing there. Its been haunting you for almost a week now but you havent mentioned it to anyone. The darkness teasing you but always disappearing when you try to look in its direction. To the left, always to the left. Its a pretty normal day as you begin to leave your friends house after an intense night of gaming. Its a long walk home and as winter hasnt long passed its pretty dark but you dont mind, its a route youve taken many times before and youre used to being on your own so it doesnt affect you too much. There is a slight chill in there air but you simply button up your coat, plug in your headphones and walk down the dark road towards the cycle path. It starts again. In the almost helpless light you still start to see it once again.. You try to keep your eyes on the dirt path in front of you but every so often you see it to your left. A shadow like curtain just on the outside of your line of sight. Your eyes drift off even though your gut says not to but each time there is nothing there. Half way home now. The lights from the road up to your right shine through the layer of trees creating a streaky path slightly lighting your way but you can still only see a mere 5 feet in front of you. The air becomes a bone chilling wind as you begin to walk faster trying to get home as soon as possible. You dont know why but you feel a sudden sense of urgency to get home. A fear, a dark feeling in the pit of your stomach that even though you cant see or hear anything you think something is behind you. You look back, nothing. Of corse there would be nothing. Who else would be on the cycle path at this time? but still the illogical thought of something remains so you continue to stride on up the path. The weather is getting worse and you are cold, wet and anxious to get in to the warmth of your home. Every so often a flash of lightning lights up the entire track and each time you try to ignore the looming darkness in the corner of your eye. Its just the light. something in your eye, thats all, right? For the last time you look to your left but this time you dont look away. Sprawled across the wet ground are two shadows. One a very familiar shadow of average height which you instantly recognise as your own but the second much more daunting. A tall silhouette of a scrawny human like creature with what seem to be blades for fingers stands beside your shadow. The shadow has sharp facial features and lumps that look vaguely like horns sprouting from the miss sharpen figure of a head. It is hunched back and it seems to be standing directly behind you. Your eyes slowly look down from the shadow but it abruptly ends and seems like it doesnt belong to anybody. There is no one behind you. Confused you look back at the ground and see the shadow still there next to yours and start to question what it could be from. The thin branches of a tree? The streaks from the railing above? A passing stranger on the road above? Maybe even a piece of litter deposited in one of the trees above spread out creating the terrifying image of whats bellow your feet. It moves. The dark silhouette raises its claw like hands and leans towards your own shadow, you look back but once again the shadow belongs to nothing you can see. In fear you look back at the shadow for the last time. It lunges and you see it rake its hands into your helpless silhouette and instantly feeling a short sharp pAin in your chest. You jerk out of bed in a cold sweat and look at the clock. Still in shock and slightly confused you decide to call your mate and talk about it. Before you grab your phone you see the darkness covering your left eye. In fear you jerk your head to the right and youre greeted by a body. A tortured and brutally mutilated victim leant up against the wall with a note nailed into its arm with words, seemingly wrote in blood. Its stomach was torn open and organs were clearly visible but not identifiable. The ribs had been Brocken and the face had beem mashed to a smoothie of blood and Broken bones. Its legs were not attached to the rest of the carcass and the entire corpse was soaked in blood. Out of fear and curiosity you pick up the note.... It read We all have demons inside of us at one point but its hell when they get out .... You look back at the terrifying horror to relies that .... The body was yours .... .... I miss you buddy:/
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 09:55:22 +0000
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