Don’t Let The Cold Man In
I had a dream last night. It was the kind that seems real right up to the point where you wake up.
Some things were strange about it…certain things were really strange about it, but it never occurred to me that it might not actually be happening. I’m still not prepared to say that it didn’t happen. I’m not spiritual and I don’t really understand stuff like that. I just feel like I’ve been somewhere and now I’m back, and I know something really happened when I woke up…and I think while I was asleep too.
I went to bed last night with a strange feeling. We all remember times when we felt like we were being watched, but this was more than that. I felt like there was someone there with me, but still I couldn’t keep from falling asleep.
I don’t exactly remember the beginning of the dream. The first thing I remember was starting at my house and walking. I was just walking down the road. All of my neighbors’ houses were gone. I was just on a long, empty road and there was no one around but me. I don’t remember what I had been doing at my house before, but I may have been there a while before I started walking. I just recall feeling a strong urge to walk.
I felt okay walking down that road. It was cold and dark and I felt a little lost, but I wasn’t afraid–not like I had been in my room.
I don’t know how long I was on that road. It felt like a long time. I mean like days long, but I never felt tired and I just wanted to keep walking.
The road changed after a while. It had been straight and nondescript the whole time, but eventually I reached a bend and then a fork in the road. When I reached the fork, I wasn’t alone anymore. A familiar voice called out to me from the side of the road.
“It’s good to see you,” the voice whispered. “I’m just sorry to see you here.”
I turned to face the voice, knowing who I would see. It was an old friend from my childhood–someone I haven’t seen in years. He looked just a little different from how I remembered him, but not by much. He was older than when I saw him last, obviously, but he seemed at least a few years younger than me somehow–even though we’re supposed to be the same age. He was also very pale. Unbelievably white, in fact, and he had deep circles around his eyes that were solid blue, as were his lips.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m here to warn you,” he replied.
Naturally, I was all ears.
“There’s a man in your house right now,” he explained.
“What do you mean there’s someone in my house? I was just there…I think.”
I didn’t actually know how long ago I had been there. I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking.
“You don’t understand,” my friend stammered with apparent urgency. “He’s really in your house right now.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was curious.
“Who is he?” I asked him.
“He’s the Cold Man. He comes to people at night when they’re afraid.”
The Cold Man? I’d never heard of anyone like that before. I wanted to know more, so I asked, ”What does he do?”
“He waits to be noticed, then he makes his move. You know that chill you feel on your back when something really scares you? That’s not just nerves. That’s him standing behind you.”
“What for?” I wondered. “What does he do once you notice him?”
My friend looked down and away. He wouldn’t answer that question.
“Just don’t let him in,” he cautioned.
“What do you mean?”
“He can be close forever,” my friend explained. “He’ll walk around your house at night and even stand in your room while you’re asleep…like he is in yours right now. He can know where you are. He can even be looking right at you, but he won’t find you unless you let him.”
“How does he find you? I mean, how do you ‘let him?’”
My friend looked to either side of the road like he was worried that someone might overhear. He leaned in very close and whispered, ”If you see him, if you hear him, or if you ever start to feel suddenly very cold…don’t move. Don’t talk to him. Don’t acknowledge him. Don’t ever let him in”
“I don’t understand,” I admitted. “How do I get rid of him?”
“You can’t,” my friend replied in a small, shuttering voice. “Look, I’m out of time.”
“‘Out of time?’” I repeated, not sure what he meant exactly.
My friend shook his head. His eyes were wide and he was shivering. Off in the distance I noticed a dark figure creeping up behind him, but something kept me from speaking.
“My time is up,” he stammered. “Just whatever you do, don’t let him in, and whatever you do…don’t answer it.”
Something pulled my friend into the darkness and suddenly I couldn’t see him anymore. Before I could follow after him though, I was startled awake by a loud noise. I was sitting in my room, fully dressed with my shoes on. I could swear I wasn’t dressed when I went to bed. My shoes and legs were covered in dust, my feet were sore, and I could hear a ringing noise right next to me. In the confusion of waking up from such a vivid dream, I didn’t immediately recognize it. I felt so cold.
Then, I looked down and saw my phone. That was the source of the ringing. Remembering my friend’s words, I didn’t answer it. Eventually, it stopped ringing.
The room was cold as ice. The feeling that I was being watched was as strong as it had been when I had fallen asleep. I could hear something moving inside my closet, but I dared not move. I just closed my eyes and waited. Eventually, I heard footsteps walking away, still from inside the closet. It was as if they were walking down some unseen hallway, though my closet is small and I couldn’t see anything unusual in there.
When the footsteps got far enough away, the cold lifted.
He didn’t get in this time. If my dream was true–if the thing in my closet was who I think it was–I must never let him in. I think he’ll be back tonight though. That’s when he’s supposed to come, as my friend told me.
I don’t know what happened to my friend, but I just hope people will remember his warning. If you start to feel cold while reading this, don’t be alarmed. If you hear something in your house, just ignore it. You can’t afford to let him find you. Don’t let the Cold Man in.
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Credited to smilingjacks - you can read more of his stories at his blog here.
chill shit nigger
It had the potential, but I am disappointed. Lame ending.
Pretty decent.
Lame, was not creeped out in the slightest.
2/10
in b4 BUT WHO WAS COLD MAN
The Cold Man? He seem’s like candlejack. But suggesting that would be redicul
BUT WHO WAS COLD MAN¿
Chill man, i was just going to ask for a aspirin…
Excellent. I loved it.
I agree with Lestat. Had potential, didnt meet it. Pity too.
I really like the phrase “Cold Man.” It sounds like something from a children’s horror story.
haha what happens if there’s a real intruder in your house and you think its the cold man and just sit there like a retard??
OH SHI
pretty good in my opinion
So THAT’S what he does when he’s ‘out with the guys!’
i got really into the story my phone vibrated it scared the shit out of me no i am afraid to turn around
BUT WHO WAS OLD CHILDHOOD FRIEND?
I though it was cool. The voice could have been better along with some more imagery, but it was a cool story. I think if you did some more editing you could probably make a cool sequel out of it.
cool story, bro
It’s really annoyingly repetitive in the beginning, we get it, it was weird, you felt watched, the stuff of all creepy pastas. But it makes up for it with a good ending, and I do like the idea of a cold man. Wish you’d written more about him though, leaving too much to the imagination with 0 direction other than, “well… he’s cold,” is just lame.
I really, really liked it. It was a nice concept and it had me creeped out for most of the story, especially the end. My phone was ringing, as I finished this, actually, which made me shit more bricks.
I liked it a lot. Proper paranoid now
Loooong and booooring.
Fuck these haterz, it was good. To the guys looking for perfect grammar, syntax and shit, go stick an English book up ur ass! Sweet story; 10/10
“Eventually, I heard footsteps walking away, still from inside the closet.”
I loved this sentence.
I liked it. It got rid of the terrible taste in my mouth from eating that “In the Land of the House of Night” (or whatever the hell) pasta.
Ehh the ending seemed dull.
Well done. Very creepy as I never fail to get a chill when I stay up too late reading creepy pastas.
suxorz. started good ended like shit. tho i agree with raven on you dick suckers lookin for perfect grammer
I’m starting to hate “I saw this in a dream” or “My friend warned me in a dream” kind of pastas only because they’re so overused and cliche.
I loved the Cold Man concept. I mean, all of us has probably felt cold when we’re scared or when we’ve read a good pasta. And I did feel it for this one. Wish it had been told differently though without the dream aspect.
This didn’t actually creep me out until I was trying to sleep last night. I woke up, and I heard a noise ,and I felt a kinda chill creep over me. Then my thoughts wandered to this pasta… Then my cell went off. My chill grew…
It eventually faded and I fell back asleep. I’m laughting about it now.
Power of sugestion, huh?
FUCK
Good concept. Good thing it’s not true, or I’d have a fight on my hands every damn night. I was born with my fight-flight-freeze thing set to fight, so yeah…
Is it just me, or have I already read this before on this website? Yes, I’m almost sure of it. It’s not a repost, is it?
I gotta agree with what was said earlier, the the fact that this is so child horror story like really pulled me in. Kind of like a secondary/evolution of the Boogeyman.
I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s another “warning” story, and there’s nothing fresh about it. To say the least, it’s trite, and to say more, it’s like the author didn’t bother reading over it.
I got a little frightened there.
I hoped it would be longer, but it wasn’t, and my fear faded.
This was excellent, in my opinion.
You don’t get too many child-horror-story-esque pastas anymore.
My room is always cold fuck..
Oh god, I was fucking scared once he said “He’s in your house.”
That’s when I realized that he was in a dream and that someone in his house was watching him, argh.
Decent premise, awful execution. The dialogue killed any chance of this being scary.
I found this to be terribly written. Like others have said, it obviously had potential but the ending was as poor as a Stephen King novel and the dialog killed the mood. The repetition was poorly used and there was not enough imagery of anything. “It had been straight and nondescript the whole time…” was a cop-out.
Lestat! i love your name! im reading Lestat the Vampire currently!!
It’s been done before, and it’s been done better. Not to mention, I didn’t much care for the way it was written. Reading it was more painful than it was enjoyable, but I guess it was an alright concept.
Score yourself, I’m too lazy. x/10
That was actually pretty neat. I didn’t mind it, it was a nice little story.
So we have a dude trying to take my job? OH HELL NAW, IT’S ON!
scared the shit out of me, it’s one in the morning and i’m on my laptop in this pitch black room lol
I liked it. Good job.
I actually liked the fact that the author didn’t or perhaps couldn’t explain what the Cold Man looked like, and also that the narrator followed his friend’s advice instead of being a retard like in most other creepypasta.
-9/10-
I don’t think it helps that I read this story on the day when it’s the coldest it’s been all year.
Can’t believe that this actually applies to this pasta… but WHO WAS PHONE?
Yes, bad pasta and we agree with Lestat.
WHO WAS PHONE?
We’ll never know. You didn’t answer.
That was a nice, creepy story.
(Going to have troubles going to sleep tonight…)
I liked this story a lot, dude. I had the chills at the end and was scared to look over my shoulder
The Cold Man? Waitaminnut…
Is he related to Jack Frost? Also, it’s cold in my room because it’s cold outside. Cold Man can go f**k himself
I thought this was going to be a story related to the Mothman… Anyone remember that movie? The entity that contacted Richard Gere was “Indrid Cold” or something. That’s what it made me think of.
Great, I just saw something out of the corner of my eye and felt a chilll.
9/10
the ending was sort of a drag but the beginning was good
Aright people. Quit bashing it was quite good. 7/10
WHY are people always asking WHO.?? the cold man is a monster!! lol
Lord McBain makes an epic post again.
Lol at Cold Man’s comment…hahaha. That was great.
Creepy story though. I know that feeling. Crap.
BUT WHO WAS HOUSE?
It was good! I wish he was here right now…it’s so hot!
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
Wait… That was me.
The cold man is fapping to you in the shower lol
while i was reading this there was a strong breeze from my window
If I hear something in my house I’m grabbing my .45.
If I hear something in my house I’m grabbing my .45.
brool story co
Aw man, the cold man beat me to your house…I swear, i’ll never be better than him ;.;