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It was a regular Friday night and I was up late chatting to my friend Bradley on this virtual chat room we had found online. He told me and the other guys who we had just met, that he was able to stay up as late as he wanted, because his parents were away until the weekend and he had the house to himself. We stayed on there for a few hours having fun with these random people, and I noticed Bradley had taken a liking to one girl in particular. Soon enough, my mum began calling out for me to go to sleep. As I was about to log off, I asked Bradley what he was doing tomorrow, thinking he might want to stop by my place. He didn’t reply for a while, until:
“Bradley is typing a message.”
Then it went blank.
“Bradley is typing a message.”
Nothing again.
“Whatever man, I’m going to bed we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” I said. It was strange for him to just stop replying like that.
I didn’t hear from him again until the next day when I logged on to the chat site and he was on. He apologised for not replying last night and said he had just been busy. We had a brief exchange, and he said he would come over soon, saying it was urgent. That was fine, but queried him why he didn’t want to wait to see his parents first, who would be home any minute. He insisted there was no time because he had something really important to show me, and then logged straight off. I thought that was out of character for him, as he usually put his family before anything, and I grew curious at what he wanted to show me so badly.
I expected him to be over soon, as he only lived about twenty minutes away, when I received a disturbing phone call. It was Bradley’s parents, who had just come home and were sounding extremely worried. They asked if I knew anything on Bradley’s whereabouts, to which I told them not to worry, because he was in fact on his way over. The phone fell silent for a moment until I heard a deathly scream from the mother in the background on the other end of the line. The father drew a deep breath, and bravely strung together a sentence that I’ll never forget. “Get out of the house now. Bradley’s here… He’s dead.” They had found Bradley’s lifeless body hung up like a coat in the wardrobe. I ended the call in shock, as it became apparent why he had asked if I would be home alone, when suddenly I heard the back door creak open.
Instinctively, I did the first thing I could think of and quickly crawled under my bed to hide. I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, ever so slowly. I dared not to open my eyes, but when I dreadfully peaked through my fingers, I saw these pale white, cold, bare feet coming in to my room, almost in slow motion. I would hate to see the person such feet belonged to. As they slowly approached the bed, you could hear the dampness of the footsteps peeling away from the floorboards; my heart was pounding in my mouth and I held my breath. Just when I couldn’t possibly get any more scared, my phone let off a loud beep to notify me that I had received a message. It was from Bradley’s phone and read: “Where are you?” as the feet stopped abruptly, dead in their tracks…
Credit To: Jack
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Hi guys
It could of been the girl Bradley liked what if Bradley told the girl hid address and killed him
………..
dam! lol
How did the killer know where the narrator was?
go to sleep…
I think if the ending was explained better, people would understand better. :) I think it was an okay story. I’ll favourite! XD
How did it know the narrators address?
So the first thing you do when a killer comes through your back door is to corner yourself in your bedroom ? some people just deserve getting killed .
I love this pasta.It was perfectly cooked and to make it even awesomer, this was posted on my birthday!!12-12-12.
I think the wight feet were the feet off a merderer ghost or so,etching but it is a good pasta
I like that they say about the tails doll but he’s not real im then him
DAMN good. The only reasoin i see this not having a 10/10 is that some people didn’t get it.
Hell of a job man, cheers.
I feel bad for the people who don’t get this pasta. Otherwise I thought it was great!
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This was awesome. It was short sweet and to the point. I loved it.
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
Did anyone consider the fact that the girl Bradley was interested in was his killer? It would be a very nice way of tying that tidbit to the ending. Either way, 8/10. Great pasta, would possibly read again.
BUT WHO WAS GIRL
sad part is that actually fits… It was good and all but there were too many loose ends. In the scene where he types, stops, types, and stops, I think would have been more menacing if it had gone something like “he typed, and stopped for a moment, then he typed again, sending only ‘jwkrnfh'” which I felt would’ve maybe implied a struggle or something. And the dampness of the feet, what’s that about? Water spirit? Or sweaty guy? What. Overall the pasta was good though I’d give it a 6
pale white that gave me a hint who that is.
derp it saked not scary at all 1/10 would not scream
Delicious pasta! I really liked it. ^u^
Well, guess I’m not sleeping tonight!
I held my breath when he crawled under the bed! Ahhh, this is such a good story. :3
If Bradley was dead.. THEN WHO WAS PHONE
Actually really liked this pasta. Pretty creepy.
Only real issue I had with it was that it was written in first person, past tense… But we’re lead to assume the narrator is killed off at the end, so how did he write this?
And if he survived, which would make it less scary, why does the story stop there and not give an explanation as to what happened next?
Otherwise, this was a very tasty pasta.
Hmm, I’m not really happy with the phone call between him and Bradley’s parents. Much more realistic when his father would say something like, That’s impossible or would try to teach him, that his friend died instead of instantly assuming, than it must be his ghost or killer or whatever who called him. This part doesn’t fit right.
PALE FEET WAS PHONE!
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
WHen i read “where are you.” the narrarator of the sentence in my head got all creepy. it was magic.