MONOLITH

Let me start off by saying that I've never posted anything here before but I'm fairly certain I'm not breaking any rules. Also, I'm not familiar with any site-specific lingo or jokes as I rarely visit here. This is a true story with barely (if any) small exaggerations. I'm only posting this on here because it's the only experience of mine that feels like a creepypasta story. The names in the story have been changed to conceal identities. Thank you for reading and if anything is unclear or awkward please let me know.

I live in a relatively nice house with my two brothers and my parents, but like any paranoid fool, I can't shake the feeling there is something else occupying our home. It happened last spring, if my memory serves me right. There was no school the next day. Probably a weekend or some holiday. I know this because I went to bed late, after everyone else had gone to sleep. It was a calm and restful night, crickets were chirping outside my open window and a cool, gentle breeze flowed through my room. I remember being quite tired and happy to be getting some rest. I finally fell asleep a bit past midnight. There were no dreams floating around in my head that night as I slept and to the best of my knowledge everyone in the house laid asleep in their respective rooms.
Something awoke me some time between 2 and 4 am. I was still curled up in my blankets, safely placed in my bed lying on my side. I will wake up in the middle of the night in this fashion quite often only to look at my alarm clock and return to sleep. But this time was different. When I opened my eyes, I saw a black figure standing directly in front of my face and less than a foot away. The figure made no movements and made no sounds. Chills ran down my spine but I tried to maintain some form of composure. I rotated my neck to look up at the face of this entity. Through the darkness I could tell that this was none other than my older brother, Jim. Jim stared into my eyes without moving a single muscle in his body. I could barely make out his features through the dark shroud that was that moonless night. After almost five full minutes of a deadlock staring contest, I gathered up my courage and made a bold move. “Jim?” I said to him, my words seemed to echo in my mind, as if I had merely thought them. Jim made no reaction. He simply stood and stared at me with absolutely no expression on his face. He did have a history of sleep walking. I removed my leg from the cover of my blanket. At that moment, the leg felt like it had frozen. The room was significantly colder than I remembered it. I told him, “Jim, get out.” Still, he stood and stared with his stagnant visage. “I’m going to kick you.” I threatened him. After about a half minute of waiting for a reaction, I thrust my leg at him with as much force as I could conjure up. While my leg went in to impact, I saw Jim dissipate into thin air and vanish right before my very eyes. I ended up kicking the empty air where the ghost of my brother stood but a split second ago. I reeled my foot back in and forced myself to return to sleep. I told myself that it was all a vivid dream. Maybe it was.
The next morning, I woke up, warm in my bed. I had all but forgotten the events of the night before. My clock read somewhere around 9 am. I completed my morning routine and strolled downstairs for some breakfast. Usually I wake up before everyone in the house and Jim usually sleeps until the afternoon. Jim was awake and eating cereal at the kitchen table. Suddenly, the memory of the night before returned to me. I looked at Jim strangely and asked, “Were you in my room last night?”
He looked up at me from his meal and stared right into my eyes. Without any expression he told me, “No.”

Cool story, bro. But seriously, lay off the shrooms.
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In all seriousness, that's pretty damn freaky. I hope for your sake it was just a dream, because when shit like that happens, it usually means some kind of spiritual force wants something with you.

I didn't read your story. I just wanted to point out how pointless it is to change names to "conceal identities." Whether you told me your brother's name was Jim or Jeff or Cornelius, it's not giving away who anybody is. There's a lot of Jims and Jeffs and Corneliuses . .. Corneliusi .. Cor.. I should've picked a better third name.

Either way. That was silly.


... Actually, while typing this comment, I decided to read your story. Am I the only one who feels this is fake simply based on the way it was written?

Either way, there was no ghost. It was a vivid dream or a cheap hallucination. The fact that you had completely forgotten it, but seeing your brother made you remember a silly amount of details about it. If it was that fresh in your mind, I'd think just seeing your alarm clock would make you remember. Were the slight exaggerations you mentioned in the beginning a reference to some of the details?

Even if it's all dead on accurate and true and you weren't dreaming or hallucinating, my eyes play tricks on me in the dark when I wake up all the time. I can stare at my guitar in the corner of my room and swear it looks like an animal, and stare at it for minutes on end without realizing that I left my guitar there. After I move or shine a light on it to prove it was nothing, I can't make it look like a creature again if I try. Perhaps it was something similar.

I'm not disputing that it could have been a dream or my mind playing tricks on me but usually when I have a weird hallucination (like the guitar example) I will usually be able to reassure myself that it was some other object, but the only object behind him was my tv and that's back against the wall. Whatever was there was right at my face. I suppose people could misjudge distance in hallucinations but I had to look practically at my ceiling to see his face. Also, I know it's silly to "conceal identities" but I know of a few people I know that read these regularly and there are possibly other people I know that I would not care to share this with.

Says the guy who swapped out his own name in the story he posted on here that he wrote when he was 8 years old.

Oh snap.

I knew someone was gonna bring that up. I did it for a different reason. Not to conceal my identity, but because I don't want you little creeps running around calling me by my actual name. I prefer to keep myself comfortably distant from the internet, leaving my internet persona separate from my real one. If I were to become integrated with this website by having you refer to me as my real name, I would probably bleed some of my kindness onto here, and Lord knows I don't need another place like that. =]

I posted my real first name on here and have yet to see anyone call me by it once lol. I don't think you'd be in any danger.

This, only I read your story from the beginning and it's dumb.
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Your story is dumb because that wouldn't be scary in any way. I hallucinated my share and saw things worse than that. Or awesomer, I guess that depends.

Dumb? That's your critique? Wow. You sir, deserve an award. Best. Comment. Evar! The truth of this story is that it was most likely NOT a hallucination. In which case, that is extremely "shit myself" scary. Or awesome depending on whether or not someone likes the idea of being haunted by a demon or ghost or whatever the hell it was. I have also hallucinated stranger things but every other time I was able to see that it was a hallucination.

Remember. This isn't the creepypasta section. This is the true story section of the site. So we really can't critique him because it isn't scary or just not awesome.

We can say he's batshit.

We can say I don't believe you.

We can say lay off(get better) shrooms.

We cannot say we've had a better experiences then him, because that's just saying you're better at being batshit than him and everyone has their own unique batshit clogging their psyche.

That being said why would you want to exaggerate a little bit in a true story? If you want to have your creative way with your experience turn it into a full blow creepypasta like CaptainYeti did that one time.

The exaggerations weren't anything substanstial. Basically, it's only exaggeration in the sense that I was clearly freaked out by this experience so I may have a bias to make it seem scarier than it was. I tried not to do that, but had to comment on it.

It's obvious it would be scarier to you as you experienced, you don't need to tell us that. You did that by posting the story.

Edit: You're right. What was I thinking? Clearly obvious? That was unnecessary

Alright fine. That was a bit unnecessary.

i will read this when you use your enter key more than once. until then teal dear