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Don’t Let The Cold Man In



Estimated reading time — 4 minutes

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.”

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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?”

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“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.”

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“‘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.


Credited to smilingjacks – you can read more of his stories at his blog here.

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159 thoughts on “Don’t Let The Cold Man In”

  1. That awkward moment when you are reading this and your door opens letting in a cold draft…. But it’s just your boyfriend >.>

  2. 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…

  3. 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.

  4. The Real ChillyItaly

    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].

  5. 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.

  6. I read this IN THE DARK, AT NIGHT, with a closet RIGHT ACROSS MY BED. I’m hiding under the covers now dammit

  7. 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

  8. 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…

  9. 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.

  10. Pathetic little ending. It was decent until the end. It was more of a "this is what happened, listen to this, the end".

  11. 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.

  12. 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.

  13. the hash slinging slasher

    “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 :}

  14. 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 :/

  15. 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.

  16. 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.

  17. 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.

  18. 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.

  19. 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.

  20. it got so cold in here when i started reading. still is cold. havent moved except for my hands in 5 minutes. raging paranoia.

  21. 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…

  22. that guy...yeah,him

    i find the comments more entertaining than the story but it was good nonetheless.i wouldve liked to know more about that phonecall though

  23. 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..

  24. 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.

  25. This seems like a pretty stupid thing to warn people about, it’s like warning someone about candle jack if you just di-

  26. pasta is a starchy food

    Lol at Cold Man’s comment…hahaha. That was great.
    Creepy story though. I know that feeling. Crap.

  27. 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

  28. 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-

  29. 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

  30. 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.

  31. 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.

  32. 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.

  33. 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.

  34. 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…

  35. 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?

  36. 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.

  37. 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.

  38. 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

    1. Sir please use proper grammar when trying to insult educated people so your directed audience may fully understand the malice intended behind your words.

  39. 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.

  40. 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.

    1. 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

  41. 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.

  42. 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

      1. Swirly Head Man

        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

        1. An Unwitting Accomplice

          Man, don’t bring logic into this. I can’t believe that someone started the Candlejack thing agai

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