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Again



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

The hallway was dark, just like all the other hallways she had staggered down. Unreasoning fear filled her mind as she ran. Gasping and crying she leaned against the wall trying to remember which way she had come from. But, the truth was, her flight had been so frantic that she had lost sense of direction long ago. For all she knew she had been running through the same few hallways in a gigantic circle.

The sound of metal scraping behind her renwed her panicked flight. Her hands grapsed the smooth walls trying to find something, anything, that would guide her, or at the very least that she could rip off to use as a weapon. But there was nothing. In fact the only thing she felt occasionally was nothing when another hallway branched off from the one she was in.

Finally, she ran full tilt into a wall. She would have seen spots in front of her eyes, she supposed, if it wasn’t so dark. She turned, ready to run back the way she had come. But the metallic scraping was close now and she knew her escape was cut off.

“Why?” she screamed into the blackness.

“Because,” a voice whispered back. “Because we are destined to be together, forever.”

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Fear forgotten and rage replacing it, she dashed forward, shoulder down, determined not to die crying in the corner. Her shoulder connected with her assailant and they fell in a tumble. But even as they did, her hands clawed and slashing around her, she felt something sharp dig into her chest, once, twice, three times. Shuddering she closed her eyes, feeling something blacker than the darkness envelop her, a sense of relief filling her. At least it was over.

She woke with a start and a hand on her chest. She shook her head slowly. A bad dream of some sort? She couldn’t remember, and the details were fading. Looking around she saw stairs leading into darkness next to her. As she stood up to look down them she heard the sound of something metal being scraped on the hall behind her. Unreasoning fear filling her mind, she plunged into the blackness below, the smooth walls her only guide.

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Credit To: Star Kindler

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23 thoughts on “Again”

  1. You’re all looking to into this. It’s vague for a purpose; use your own imagination. There’s no beginning because you can make up your details, go as far as making a plot. As for that its well written aside from what everyone else thinks. Albeit cliche, I liked the ending. Was expecting EMT or something goofy.

  2. I liked it. I thought it was interesting how she’s trapped in a never-ending loop. And details can sometimes ruin a story. Sometimes knowing nothing about something makes it scarier.

  3. I imagined this story differently from the ones giving it bad reviews. My mind made the ordeal into hell, she reliving it over and over again and waking only to imagine the pain and terror being a dream. It was short and very sweet, this pasta left my palette satisfied.

  4. Wow!! It was very good, when I was reading it and I could really feel the fear the girl had when she ran down the hallway ,and when she died, and woke up and went through it all again, just amazing! would love to see more of your work. :D

  5. katie there is something wrong with what you said if you and your family have visited haunted places and you say they aren’t really haunted and its all in your head then why are they still doing it and saying shaun heres some advice your an idiot isn’t advice its an insult I think you need to lay off the canadian whiskey girl I am sure its difficult with you being canadian and a drunkard but I am sure you can overcome it

  6. Pssssh old news. My fam and I have been ghost hunters for years. We would tour all the ‘Haunted Ontario Places’, I lived in a Rectory full of dead Priests-I even visited old jails to find ghosts. And guess what…I AIN’T SEEN or HEARD ONE-it’s ALL in YOUR HEAD!
    Hey Shaun..here’s some advice: YOU’RE AN IDIOT. And also, go talk to some Native Canadians they’ll set the story straight for you. cheers :)

    1. *facepalm
      here’s some advice: JUST GROW UP. ’cause I bet ghosts don’t want to expose themselves towards IDIOTS like you.

      P.S.: never comment such crap on creepypasta cause jeff might rip your throat off….

  7. It was unclear what was going on, which didn’t make it scary, just confusing. What is hunting her? Where is she? Why should I care about her?
    The “And it was all just a dream… or was it?” ending is tired.

    2/10, try again.

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