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The clock stared at me with its red eyes, shouting to me that he would arrive soon. He always comes at the witching hour. Of course I didn’t know that the witching hour was three in the morning till I told my friend about my night time wanderer. The witching hour is the time of night when God is at his weakest and all the imps and minions come out. This man was obviously not a three horned demon, nor was he an evil servant of the devil. He looked old, and lonely. I felt bad for him. He was probably homeless with no family or friends to speak of.
Every night he’s there, just sitting in our backyard. Every night I want to go outside and talk to him, but I can’t seem to work up the courage. He just sits on the tire swing, muttering to himself. He looks so lonely. Luckily I have no trees near my window, or anything that could block my view of him. My friend says it’s a trap to lure me outside. He says that a little kid like me isn’t thinking straight this late at night, so obviously; this prince of darkness wants an easy meal. He just wants me to come outside and, wham, I’m a nighttime snack.
Maybe he has a point though. Not about the evil part, but about the unsafe part. The old man might be crazy. I’m sure being homeless takes its toll on your body. I can’t see him that well from window either. I’ll sleep on it, maybe tomorrow night I’ll go and see if he’s harmless or not.
The bed looked so comfortable I couldn’t help but to flop down onto it. I lay there, waiting for the sand man to put his special dust in my eyes to carry me off to dream land. The wind was blowing really hard outside. I could here a tree branch tapping on my window. I bet the man was cold. I wonder if he is smart enough to find shelter. My eyes began to become extremely heavy, but the tree branch’s tapping kept drawing me out of my inner peace. I stared blankly into the cold darkness, when a sudden chill traced its way down my spine. I don’t have a tree anywhere near my window.
I continued to lie in my bed, and stare at window at the far end of room. I didn’t know what it could be. A werewolf? Dracula? Demon? All my childhood fears ran through my mind. There was a full moon out tonight. What did my friend say about the witching hour? When all the evils of the night came out? AND it was full moon? This is doubly bad.
The shadows of the room started to gather around my bed, ready to carry me to whatever terrible cave they called home. A thought occurred to me…Shadows. I looked to the window where the moon was shining its light from, my vision followed to where the light met the ground, and my heart sank. There on the ground was the dark outline of a man’s upper body. A new fear ran through me. One that wasn’t as ridiculous as creatures of the dark. The crazy man outside. Maybe he was the Prince of Darkness like my friend said. No, now I was acting like an eight year old, instead of the teenager that I was. My senses came back to me. He probably just wanted to get away from the wind, and saw me up in my window. So he climbed up the side of the house to the third story to tap on my window to get my attention.
My heart was beating out of control .Its rhythmic pace was thrown into chaos. Fear held me paralyzed, but I needed to know what was on the other side of that curtain. A battle between survival and curiosity was raging inside of me. Survival won. I merely took a step back from the window, and slowly made my way back, never taking my eyes off the window. When I finally reached my bed, I threw my covers over my head, and prayed. Prayed with all my might that I was just dreaming. I asked for a sign that I was going to live through the night. God let me know he was listening by making a knocking sound on the door to my room. A slow rhythm, a constant tempo. It never slowed, nor quickened. I sat and listened for a few minutes. It seemed the more I waited, the louder the knocking became. It almost reminded me of the tapping on the window. Then a terrifying thought donned on me.
I threw the covers back over my head, and shut my eyes as tight as I could, and kept trying to make them tighter. I covered my ears with my pillow trying to block out the knocking. I sat there in my cocoon for what seemed a life time. My body finally started to relax, and my mind began to wander off into dream land, but something wouldn’t let me go to sleep. It wasn’t the knocking. It was the silence. The knocking had stopped. Maybe it went away. I hoped it went away. I sat in silence, wrapped in my cocoon, trying to fade off to sleep.
A new noise started, it was not rhythmic like the last two sounds. It was the sound of someone walking, someone who was quickening their pace with every step, someone in my room. The footsteps stopped at the edge of my bed, and I felt eyes boring holes into the back of my head. I could hear the rain drops dripping onto the floor. I could smell the dirt on his shoes. Taste the mustiness of his clothes. Feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I knew then, that I would not survive the night.
Then I heard a deep voice, maybe multiple voices speaking together: “Come with me.”
I was staring at the man the whole time, and his lips did not move, but I knew the words came from him. They rang loudly inside my head. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to hide under my covers until he went away. Then he, or they, said the words that would forever change my life, “We are not the ones you should hide from, but if you wait here, they might find you”. The use of the plural coming from this man with many voices frightened and confused me. I had so many questions, but first I had to confront my current fear and follow this thing.
I rose from my bed and looked at the man. He stared back into my eyes, no, through my eyes. Again the voices spoke, “Do not fear us, we shall make you see, follow us.” With that, the man turned, and jumped out the window. I felt compelled to follow. I closed my eyes and leaped after Him.
Down and down I fell. Three stories is a long way for a person of my size. As the ground neared, I expected the fall to slow, till I landed perfectly on my feet. I waited for the man to reach out his arms and catch me. I waited for something magical to happen. The cracking noise of my bones hitting the ground was not what I expected. I laid there on my back, I could feel the blood running through my head, and dripping out my ear. My vision started to blur, and the cold started to set in.
I saw a figure standing over me. The voices said their final words to me, “This was the least painful way we could help you, please forgive us. The only true place you can hide and never be found is death.”
Posted in Beings & Entities
September 19th, 2008 at 6:11 pm
love it!
September 19th, 2008 at 6:22 pm
Wow, this was really long. I enjoyed the ending, although tightening it up some would probably help the overall effect.
That, and correcting the tense changes.
September 19th, 2008 at 7:19 pm
I really do like this one, it seems kind of sad at the end. The only way to be saved was to be killed. Unless it was actually the devil, lying to the end.
: D
September 19th, 2008 at 7:36 pm
Ok, I feel weird because I honestly didn’t like this creepypasta. It just seemed to…. well imagine seeing creepy pasta from like 1940 (if such a thing existed). I’ll relate this one to it. Modern day pasta would be much more severe, mindfuckier (I realize I just made up that word), and altogether grimmer than one from sixty years ago. Compared to most other pastas on this site, this just seems like an incredibly mild, almost childish pstory.
September 19th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
story*
September 19th, 2008 at 8:23 pm
I’dve beeen royally PISSED OFF.
Shit, this one pissed me off anyway, where does that guy get off on killing that kid? For his own good? BEING DEAD DOESNT HELP MUCH EITHER, PAL!
And why the hell did that kid go with him? He shouldve called the cops.
>.<
September 19th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Wow that’s a horrible ending… I love it but I feel betrayed. :/
September 19th, 2008 at 9:31 pm
i actually liked this
i liked the not knowing, that was really good
well written pasta…but i never trusted that old man
it was probably a ploy…but…yay…he saved her from death by killing her.
for some sick and evil reason i kinda laughed at the end…i dunno why =\
September 19th, 2008 at 9:31 pm
yeaaah, this one was totally worth it. hate reading the long ones (always do neways). wasnt too creepy, but the ending made it a nice scary story.
September 19th, 2008 at 10:50 pm
Hello.
In tenebrae esto perpetua.
September 20th, 2008 at 12:18 am
THEN WHO WAS MYSTERIOUS STRANGER?
September 20th, 2008 at 12:32 am
It’s been quite a while since a pasta has scared me like that.
The ending kind lessened the fear, but it was still excellent.
September 20th, 2008 at 12:40 am
Hmmm. Well now I do feel like the odd man out.
September 20th, 2008 at 12:46 am
Wasn’t bad. Felt like it had a bit of a needless preamble though. Also, WHO WAS TAP?
September 20th, 2008 at 2:36 am
Wow I liked this one! <:D
September 20th, 2008 at 4:18 am
I liked the idea, and the ending was half-decent, but man, the writing annoyed me. It was just… inconsistent. One minute the narrator is already in bed, and then it says he’s standing by the window and proceeds to go to bed; he’s supposed to have his eyes shut as he hears the old man walking around in his room and then in fact, he’s been staring at the man the whole time and notices the man’s lips don’t move when he speaks. Minor details, but annoying.
September 20th, 2008 at 4:30 am
I liked it, but it sounded like it should have been the beginning of something alot bigger. Something more epic. And the ending kind of turned me off, I was hoping the narrator would get sent to hell, but no.
September 20th, 2008 at 5:39 am
nice story, kept the suspence until the end.
September 20th, 2008 at 6:22 am
I’m kind of surprised at the responses. I was disappointed as the protagonist ends up somewhat safe, albeit dead. I was expecting him to wake up in Hell. Instead this was anticlimatic and not that creepy.
September 20th, 2008 at 6:28 am
Who dies from a third story jump?
September 20th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
I liked this one a lot, up until the ending. It was a good way to work up, but the end was very…”lol wut”
September 20th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
>>20
People have died from jumping out of second story windows. It all depends on how and where you land.
September 20th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
maybe there really was something much worse coming. like something that would torture the kid and keep him alive for awhile. a simple quick death would have then therefore been the best thing.
September 20th, 2008 at 5:12 pm
my cusine fell out of a two story window when she was 3 but she landed in a bush so she lived ya
i liked this story alot and the end isnt really suckish because if you think bout it that could be the begining of some horror movie or he could of servived and been parinoid for the rest of his lif
September 20th, 2008 at 5:41 pm
shit! he really was a crazy old hobo!
September 20th, 2008 at 5:46 pm
The ending was the ONLY good part of this story. The writing was a bore for the rest of it. Inconsistant, repetitive, boring, etc.
But decent ending.
September 20th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
oh, and @20…Honestly, if you fall the right way you can die leaping from a swingset.
September 20th, 2008 at 10:08 pm
In the words of me:
“Meh.”
September 21st, 2008 at 12:37 am
The protagonist should have read “Don’t Open Your Eyes.”
http://www.creepypasta.com/dont-open-your-eyes/
September 21st, 2008 at 3:20 am
Lol, he became an hero.
September 21st, 2008 at 12:33 pm
THEN WHO WAS FALL?
September 21st, 2008 at 1:03 pm
I’m sorry, I just had to LOL at this.
“YAY! I’M GOING OUT OF THE WINDOW WITH A MAGIC MAN TO A LAND OF HAPPINESS…”
*splat*
September 21st, 2008 at 1:32 pm
@: 30 XD I hadn’t even thought of that.
September 22nd, 2008 at 1:01 am
Lol, great story.
September 22nd, 2008 at 3:44 pm
This was stupid. Not only did the inconsistencies bug me, but the overall idea of some old man sitting outside in the backyard, this kid knowing about it, and being too stupid to tell the parents anything.
Not only that, but the kid stays silent, even after this strange man is in his/her room. Then she trusts this guy even though he’s probably trying to kill him. (which he does)
stupid.
A
September 22nd, 2008 at 7:23 pm
There was a part two to this floating around 4chan like 3 nights ago.
did anyone get it?
and anyone know who wrote it?
September 23rd, 2008 at 2:29 pm
>>20
MY OWN CLONE
NOW NEITHER OF US WILL BE VIRGINS!
September 24th, 2008 at 10:40 am
Bless you Truan. Now I don’t feel anywhere near as bad.
September 24th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
This was ok. I liked the ending, it was sorta sad.
September 24th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
i would never stay home alone again if i saw an old man outside the window
September 24th, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Woah… I liked that.
September 26th, 2008 at 6:36 pm
I thought it was… ok
The inconsistancies would have remained unnoticed if it wasn’t for reading other peoples’ comments.
I tend to skip some words, meaning stories flow together oddly for me, so, I thought this one was ok.
I liked the ending, as Miss Betterdone aid, it was “lolwut”
September 26th, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Said*
September 27th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
i was like
D:
September 29th, 2008 at 9:59 am
Crap writing
September 29th, 2008 at 12:35 pm
agree with #26
Writing sucked, but nice ending
October 2nd, 2008 at 10:47 am
Then WHO WAS WINDOW??
October 4th, 2008 at 4:30 pm
Bah! I think the writing sucked too, and the ending was so grrrr >.<
October 6th, 2008 at 3:00 am
Lol, *is scarred for life*
I liked it though, kept my attention, and it’s very interesting, in a creepy way!
October 8th, 2008 at 12:48 am
That was sad
October 8th, 2008 at 4:06 pm
brix=shat
October 13th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
I hate the morons that got mad because the kid died… It’s a horror story, there are no happy endings!
October 13th, 2008 at 3:53 pm
Thats creepy but very cool.. my friends and I really enjoyed it.. I love this site!!
XD Keep making more!!
October 15th, 2008 at 5:58 pm
i didn’t expect you to jump out the window after me? WHO DOES THAT!? WE WERE THREE STOREYS HIGH YOU IDIOT!!?
October 18th, 2008 at 4:23 pm
I thought the ending was perfect, and very, “OH SHI-”.
Good pasta.
October 21st, 2008 at 5:33 pm
I’ve read a lot of pastas, and this one was the first toscare me. Awesome.
October 25th, 2008 at 12:11 am
Wow, did not expect that ending.
I liked it (:
October 26th, 2008 at 3:16 am
Huh. I liked it, for the most part, but I think I would like it more if it stopped after “I don’t have a tree anywhere near my window.”
October 30th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
The kid’s reaction to most of what’s going on in this story just annoyed me. Old man in the backyard? Tell your parents. Someone tapping on your bedroom window? Get the hell out of there and call the cops. Why would you go back to bed?
November 1st, 2008 at 7:20 pm
Ehh… at first it was like the kid was actually a kid. Then he turned out to be a retarded teenager.
November 7th, 2008 at 12:17 am
HOW DARE YOU SAY I LOOK LIKE AN OLD MAN. D<
I HAVE THE APPEARANCE OF A VERY HANDSOME YOUNG MAN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Although I rather enjoyed that one. I love getting creative with my job. : D
November 8th, 2008 at 12:15 am
BUT THEN WHO WAS KNOCK?
November 12th, 2008 at 7:22 pm
“I closed my eyes and leaped after Him.”
O_o
This is basically saying the guy is God.
Which is disturbing.