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.
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The cold never bothered me anyway….
Lololol
Well, I’m always hot when I go to bed. And I don’t like it!
OP: I’m not really that spiritual…
Me: *sigh*… Should I even keep reading?
Naw man i’m cold myself. Let me in (:
I’m cold now
That awkward moment when you are reading this and your door opens letting in a cold draft…. But it’s just your boyfriend >.>
I will never get the “be warned that there is a monster but it will only harm you if you realize he’s there”. Not only because it’s pointless behaviour from the monster, but also because if you warn me about something that I have to ignore, whose friend are you, mine or the Cold Man’s? Everybody knows that “whatever you do don’t think about a pink elephant” has the only result of making people think about pink elephants…
that was really great! it gets me thinking. i feel that way sometimes, and now, i wont move! thanks haha
cool story but who or what is the coldman
nice story I shat my pants but the ending could be changed.
This one is truly creepy! It is so relatable.
Reminds me of candle jack, was a pretty good st
Yeah cold man is like candle jack I liked this story well do
OH MY GOD, I JUST FELT COLD AIR! OH CRAP! Oh, wait that’s becuz my fan is on. sorry false alarm
I loved this creepypasta. Well done.
I got real into it good job :3
Alright for allyou people who say candlejack’s name, hes not real or how could u click subm
I was just gonna pick up your mom for date night… Shit
I really like this story. Nice work.
This is lovely.
I love how it read like one of those “Scary Stories to tell in the Dark” books I always read when I was a kid.
Good Times.
I am hiding under a blanket because I heard noises coming from my basement. I heard a basket fall. Then I heard wild noises that sounded like nothing of this world. Yesterday I found a new specious at the beach. It looked like a gray Armadillo with six legs. It was digging under the sand. If you know what it is or you think you know what it is, email me at [email protected].
This is not scary to me, it’s kind of comforting, because I don’t scare easy
Though it’s June, my house has been oddly cold lately.
Actual conversation I had with my mother;
Me: So, Mom, where would you like to move to?
Mom: Why are we moving?
Me: Fuckin’ Cold Man up in here.
And I started to feel cold…. You suck man…
I dont get this candlejack bullsh
THE SECOND I FINISHED THE LAST SENTENCE MY PHONE RANG WITH SOME NUMBER I’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE.
Well what if your in the room with your sister will Candlejack come for yo
I read this IN THE DARK, AT NIGHT, with a closet RIGHT ACROSS MY BED. I’m hiding under the covers now dammit
well.. i’m just glad i’m sweatting like a pig :3
That was creepy. I don’t often get creeped out by pasta but when I was reading this, I got a cold, lingering chill down my spine and was afraid to even move for the rest of the story. Haha.
I think though, that with such a creepy idea, this could be done so much better. Could be more detailed.
Then again, leaving so much unanswered like the fate of Old Childhood Friend and not knowing if the narrator ever ‘lets the Cold Man in’ adds to the mystery.
Good job. 8/10
Psst i need you to let you know something… im the cold man… im not something to be taken so lightly… just know one thing if you let me in… I can not be stopped, If you let me in… your heart will stop, if you let me in… your soul will freeze… if you let me in… you… will… die…
So you must be my ex-girlfriend.
let me get this clear..you want me 2 let you in becuz you are fake?
what if it’s winter?
On my honor, this happened to me. I’m scared it will happen again.
My phone is out of battery and it vibrated. HOLY CRAP IM FUCKED!
YES YOU ARE!!!
Pretty creepy for me, considering I’m in a tiny bathroom taking a dump at 6 A.M. It’s hot as balls in here, so any breeze feels cold…And there’s creaking ALL over my house…FUCK.
Pathetic little ending. It was decent until the end. It was more of a "this is what happened, listen to this, the end".
Nice story. I like the concept and it’s creepy to think about. It probably would’ve been a lot scarier if I read this at night and not during school.
Well that scared the living crap out of me seriously sent chills up my spine. Really good pasta :)
You artists better start working on some concepts for him. that would be awesome
SHIT, so when you feel like you’re being watched, DON’T turn around? This story scared the crap out of me. My kind of pasta. Fantastic.
Great pasta. Genuinely creeped me out
I got chills right after!:}
i just hope my phone doesn’t ring XD
“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.”
freaked me out so bad. the ending was disappointing though :( i was anticipating something freaky. I overall liked it though. i’m going to read it again as soon as it gets dark out :}
I liked it. 8/10. It was really giving me chills and making my heart race. At least until the end. It kinda fell apart :/
Pretty good premise and good writing style. Nothing particularly stand-out but good. I assume the friend was taken by the cold man? 7/10.
I really have to stop reading these alone, at night & in the dark! 9/10
But who was his friend?
I thought Friend was Cold Man
Hot Coldman?? RELEASE THE PEACEWALKER
Lame ending. Sorry.
I was freezing while reading this even though it’s like, 100+ degrees F outside right now. And I heard a noise in my house D:
Oh, right. Air conditioning and my mom talking to me.
Good potential, subpar execution.
Very good, gave me the chills, I like it very much. After I had read this I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and started to feel very cold, so I stopped and listened. Made me very paranoid.
wolol my fan is staring at me I DONT REMEMBER TURNING IT ON HIGH WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN? jumping jesus on a pogo stick i\’m uncomfortable.
silly readers, it’s not the cold man, it’s……..pedobear:D
is he…THE KOOL AID MAN?
i really liked this. it was eerie.
For some reason it felt overwhelmingly… trite. And I mean, OVERWHELMINGLY. Had potential, but I felt the dream sequence was the point in which the story jumped the shark, as the old timers would say. Copypasta or not, I felt a disconnection from me and the two characters. I usually LOVE stories shrouded in secrecy, but it was ill-utilized in this story, meaning that I couldn’t even get my mind into the two characters and the “creature”.
The other problem is the dialogue, or, more accurately, the pieces shoved between the parts where the two characters spoke in the dream sequence (which was, contrary to what some have already said, tolerable in and of itself, in my opinion), not only cutting the conversation into annoying bits that pull the reader\’s attention away, but also only further frustrate when one realizes that the conversation could have easily been cut into a few sentences. Easily.
The character’s in-between is down right excruciating, leading me to actually roll my eyes once. It really reminds one of those downright awful conversations in slasher movies in which the characters are painfully oblivious, and seem to stretch out the conversation to girthy lengths by repeating what has already been stated, but not in a way to suggest anything about the characters themselves.
It was frustrating, and the fact that the character in the main character’s dream was a “childhood friend” and not one that she fraternizes with on a daily basis seems to be a strange choice in the writing. I find that pulling a random guy from her past (no matter HOW CLOSE she felt to him while she was younger) made the story kind of meander along like an old dog with an injured leg. Wouldn’t it have been stream-lined and more interesting if the person she met in her dreams had been someone from her everyday life?
Really, the whole thing seems a bit… abortive, I suppose, quick and without much substance. Too bad, seeing as I really wanted this strange monster story to really get off the ground. I felt that it never really did.
1/10, although it contained no grammatical mistakes that stalled me in my reading.
it got so cold in here when i started reading. still is cold. havent moved except for my hands in 5 minutes. raging paranoia.
I liked it, it actually mad sense to me. So may not believe but long before i read this i have felt like i was being watched in my room. It was slight at first until one weekend i was over at a friends house i started to fall asleep in the chair when i felt something else in the room staring at me. So if you believe me or not it actually happened to me…
i find the comments more entertaining than the story but it was good nonetheless.i wouldve liked to know more about that phonecall though
lame….
Holy shit.. This along with the door and shower ones have officially fucked me over.. it is now 3:36 and I have been reading creepy pasta for 4 hours.. one of my favorites..
Don’t listen to your friend. Let Cold Man in. If you manage to kill him, YOU GET: ICE WALL.
Then you can kill Burner Man for me.
This seems like a pretty stupid thing to warn people about, it’s like warning someone about candle jack if you just di-
WHO WAS FORK IN ROAD?
BUT WHO WAS CLOSET?!
Aw man, the cold man beat me to your house…I swear, i’ll never be better than him ;.;
brool story co
If I hear something in my house I’m grabbing my .45.
If I hear something in my house I’m grabbing my .45.
while i was reading this there was a strong breeze from my window
The cold man is fapping to you in the shower lol
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
Wait… That was me.
It was good! I wish he was here right now…it’s so hot!
BUT WHO WAS HOUSE?
Lol at Cold Man’s comment…hahaha. That was great.
Creepy story though. I know that feeling. Crap.
Lord McBain makes an epic post again.
WHY are people always asking WHO.?? the cold man is a monster!! lol
Aright people. Quit bashing it was quite good. 7/10
the ending was sort of a drag but the beginning was good
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 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 :D
I liked this story a lot, dude. I had the chills at the end and was scared to look over my shoulder
That was a nice, creepy story.
(Going to have troubles going to sleep tonight…)
WHO WAS PHONE?
We’ll never know. You didn’t answer. :(
Yes, bad pasta and we agree with Lestat.
Can’t believe that this actually applies to this pasta… but WHO WAS PHONE?
I don’t think it helps that I read this story on the day when it’s the coldest it’s been all year.
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 liked it. Good job.
scared the shit out of me, it’s one in the morning and i’m on my laptop in this pitch black room lol
So we have a dude trying to take my job? OH HELL NAW, IT’S ON!
That was actually pretty neat. I didn’t mind it, it was a nice little story.
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
Lestat! i love your name! im reading Lestat the Vampire currently!!
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.
Decent premise, awful execution. The dialogue killed any chance of this being scary.
Oh god, I was fucking scared once he said “He’s in your house.” :x
That’s when I realized that he was in a dream and that someone in his house was watching him, argh.
My room is always cold fuck..
This was excellent, in my opinion.
You don’t get too many child-horror-story-esque pastas anymore.
I got a little frightened there.
I hoped it would be longer, but it wasn’t, and my fear faded.
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 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.
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?
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…
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?
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.
suxorz. started good ended like shit. tho i agree with raven on you dick suckers lookin for perfect grammer
Well done. Very creepy as I never fail to get a chill when I stay up too late reading creepy pastas.
Ehh the ending seemed dull.
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.
“Eventually, I heard footsteps walking away, still from inside the closet.”
I loved this sentence.
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
Sir please use proper grammar when trying to insult educated people so your directed audience may fully understand the malice intended behind your words.
Loooong and booooring.
I liked it a lot. Proper paranoid now
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.
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.
How could he be described if once you see him, you’re dead as shit?! You know what, you win, I’m just going to describe him right now. Well, he’s kinda tall and–god is he freezi
cool story, bro
i see what ya did there..;)
Don’t do it again!
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.
BUT WHO WAS OLD CHILDHOOD FRIEND?
i got really into the story my phone vibrated it scared the shit out of me no i am afraid to turn around
So THAT’S what he does when he’s ‘out with the guys!’
Don’t tell my mom…
you just said that after 4 years
pretty good in my opinion
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
Lol’d.
haha…crap…
I really like the phrase “Cold Man.” It sounds like something from a children’s horror story.
I agree with Lestat. Had potential, didnt meet it. Pity too.
Excellent. I loved it.
Chill man, i was just going to ask for a aspirin…
take me with you! i wanna be evil too!
Lmao or a warm compress, perhaps?
BUT WHO WAS COLD MAN¿
The Cold Man? He seem’s like candlejack. But suggesting that would be redicul
You say he seems like a candleja-
No man, your’e supposed to say candlejack’s whole name, or else he won’t ge
A: He couldn’t have gotten you, because you didn’t say his full name.
B: Why would you add the dash? He’s supposed to get you suddenly after you write the name. So why did you have the time to press the dash button? That’s stupid.
In short, you really need to read the Candlejack story if you’re gonna make those comme
It wasn’t Candlejack who got him, it w
Sorry to say but, CandleJack isn’t r
Wow. So many souls, I could hardly keep up.
Looks like you’re gonna need more rope.
The plot thickens, how would they of pushed the enter button either?
Man, don’t bring logic into this. I can’t believe that someone started the Candlejack thing agai
in b4 BUT WHO WAS COLD MAN
um, that would be me…
Beautiful! now get out ’cause I won’t let you in….
you were supposed to ignore him!
Pretty decent.
It had the potential, but I am disappointed. Lame ending.