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"Do not let madness come over you; control it and use it to survive in this strange world." - Lillastjerne (A user in Devaintart.) © 2014-2015 <createbox>Title of pasta here width=50 height=30 buttonlabel=Create </createbox> Proudly hosting 85 Creepypastas which are your worst nightmares since 2015. Writer's Workshop Just for You!New to writing or just want to help review stories by the site's authors? Then the Writer's Workshop is for you! The digital clock humming quietly on my nightstand was the only sound my ears could detect. The night was dead quiet, yet I knew he was there. Right on schedule, he would be lurking there, outside my window. He would knock. I, for reasons I wish I could explain, would open the blinds, a sense of dread flooding my body. He would stare at me, and I would stare at him. He would leave soon after, and I would stay awake until the sun began to rise. This was our routine. My mind was wandering a thousand miles away when he knocked that night, though my eyes lingered on the window. I told myself I wouldn't open the blinds. I told myself that tonight he wouldn't scare me and that I would get the rest I so desperately needed. He knocked twice more. I grabbed a pillow, squeezing it tight over my head, and began humming some old nursery rhyme from a childhood which, at that moment, seemed so long ago. He knocked once again, and this time, it was a helluva lot less courteous of a knock than usual. It morphed into a loud thumping noise. I finally threw the pillow off my head and opened the blinds. His pale, wrinkly face leered in at me. His lifeless, black eyes that shone despite their darkness peered into my own. His stringy hair fluttered a little in the wind. He seemed to be breathing somewhat harshly, and though it was hard to determine his mood as anything other than emotionless, I could sense an amount of animosity I had never felt before. |
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