Saturday, February 23, 2019
Creepypasta

Just Your Average Night

Please wait...

MORE TOP RANKED STORIES WE THINK YOU'LL ENJOY:

  1. Pica ★ 8.54 Rating (129 votes)
  2. Busking ★ 9.29 Rating (14 votes)
  3. Becoming ★ 9.22 Rating (18 votes)
  4. What Do You Like About Playing Under the Bed? ★ 9.19 Rating (62 votes)
  5. Something Was Off About My Freshman Roommate – Part Three & Epilogue ★ 9.18 Rating (17 votes)
  6. Two Double A’s ★ 9.18 Rating (34 votes)
  7. Maisie Went Missing Last Year ★ 9.14 Rating (163 votes)
  8. The Strange Case of Edmonson, Kentucky ★ 9.13 Rating (62 votes)
  9. The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Two ★ 9.12 Rating (17 votes)
  10. He Who Wanders ★ 9.12 Rating (364 votes)
  11. The Pass ★ 9.11 Rating (18 votes)

    Share this creepypasta on social media!
    Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

    Just Your Average Night
    By Julie Oliver

    “Ok, time for bed” … is what I said to the empty living-room. It was getting late, and the internet no longer amused me. I picked up my cell phone, rooted through the couch cushions until I located the remote, and turned off the television that had been nothing but background noise for the last few hours.

    I made sure the front and back doors were securely locked, walked around the back of the couch, and turned off the only light. A tap on the screen of my phone created just enough light to keep from busting a toe on an errant table leg.

    Because my cats have an evil tendency to lie in the middle of the hallway, I aimed the small amount of light from my phone directly in front of my tired and shuffling feet. I’d only covered a small distance before I knew, from many nights of this same regimen, that I was getting close to the bedroom door. At this point my arm started the slow upward arc that would eventually illuminate the now pitch-black opening to the comfort of my room.

    The light emanating from my cell was quite dim, and this action had become quite rote, so my arc was about waist level before I noticed a slight variation of the familiar black of the open doorway. At that point, and in a disturbingly short amount of time, five things happened nearly simultaneously:

    My arm, the arm carrying the phone, continued to rise in its predetermined arc, having been an object in motion which would stay in motion.

    I released a small gasp and exclaimed to my husband that his sudden appearance in the dark had startled the breath from me.

    I remembered that my husband was at work.

    The light arc reached its apex on a face of protruding nail-like teeth. A face suspiciously bereft of eyes, with a gaping, oozing, bloody pit where a nose should have been.

    The light went out.

    Credit To – Julie Oliver – Grand Pubaa of Shaddow Domain

    Please wait…

    If you enjoyed this story, please share it on social media!

    Click here to check out Creepypasta.com's official YouTube channel

    SIMILAR STORIES

    RANDOM PASTAS YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY

  12. Pica ★ 8.54 Rating (129 votes)
  13. They Just Won’t Move ★ 7.88 Rating (267 votes)
  14. I Believe in the One ★ 8.28 Rating (249 votes)
  15. Monstruo ★ 8.17 Rating (180 votes)
  16. The Valentine House ★ 5.16 Rating (140 votes)
  17. Box Fort ★ 8.89 Rating (336 votes)
  18. Give It Everything ★ 8.09 Rating (147 votes)
  19. Trailer ★ 8.33 Rating (278 votes)
  20. Drippy ★ 6.7 Rating (216 votes)
  21. I Hunt Down the Government’s Mistakes ★ 8.98 Rating (296 votes)
  22. Patron of the Arts ★ 7.98 Rating (170 votes)


  23.