Faucet
You’re home alone. It is a stormy night and the power went out. You hear strange noises coming from upstairs. Drip, drip, drip. ‘Probably just the faucet’, you think. Drip, drip, drip. There it goes again. You run up the stairs and turn the faucet completely off. You walk back downstairs and sit on the couch waiting for the storm to pass over. Your phone loudly vibrates beside you and you receive a message from an unknown number. ‘Drip, drip, drip’, your phone reads. Scared, you reply, ‘Who are you?’ with no answer. You hear it again. Drip, drip, drip. You run upstairs and turn the faucet off. You then receive another text, ‘Drip, drip, drip’. By this point, you are confused and scared. You run downstairs, curl up on the sofa in fear and call the number. Ring…ring…ring… It answers. “WHO ARE YOU?” you ask.
And you hear it through the phone:
Drip, drip, drip.
Credit To: Jordan
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but then who was noise ?
This pasta was creepy in a /real/ sense. I thoroughly enjoy the long ones (because the author has time to convey all of their thoughts), which makes short ones like this a commodity to me. I think it takes a certain kind of focus to write a (good) screenplay in 100 words or less. 10/10
But, I live in a one story apartment. “Upstairs”? Really?
I am not an adult but I would probably shoot my phone the the faucet.
BUT WHO WAS HOUSE??????
What bothers me about this story is the fact that the author can apparently hear a tap dripping in an upstairs bathroom while sitting on a couch downstairs. That can’t be normal.
I believe that some blood is dripping somewhere in the house
Read this while listening to the leaky faucet in the bathroom across from my room. We are haunted by a water ghost. He turns on the faucet whenever he feels like it. My brother has named him Terry. Apparently we are not the only ones Terry has haunted. :p
Hello Drip, Drip, Drip, I’m Dad
This story was just poorly wrote. There are several grammatical mistakes, and the story just isn’t scary.
Pfft. Screw being scared, I’d be like this:
Random #: Drip, drip, drip.
Me: Drop, drip, drop?
Random #: Drip, drip, drip.
Me: I understand… Just tell her how you feel.
This was stupid
This little shit to stop has to stop texting me I only have so many and if I run out I can’t text bitches….
And I love my bitches
dafaq did i just read
Oh no! Anything but the drips!!!!!
Sounds like someone was being stalked by gonorrhea.
this story is okay and interesting
This… Was horrible. RIIIK does not approve.
Either the dripping was coming from somewhere else in the house and the mystery caller was near it, implying there is a killer in the property (which gives it some potential), or this pasta was just plain crap.
I choose the latter option
Am I the only person that gets it or odes nobody think its scary? It meant that the guy on the phone was in his house because you could hear the drip through the phone.
I’m not gonna say it’s bad, but…really.
One way to improve upon this would be to extend the plotline, and another would be to pay attention to the various rules of paragraphing. However, I will say your skills in the fields of spelling and grammar are very developed compared to some people who write creepypastas. The use of repetition is appreciated, however, considering its length, I thought there was a bit too much ‘drip’. All in all, I give it a C-.
Regards, Her Grace Steezii Iero-Von Vanity, Dutchess of the Rainbow Ninja Ponies of Antarctica
I liked it. How someone or something was turning the faucet on and at the end you realize that someone or something is in the house.
Thanks a lot, Creepy Pasta, I was trying to hold in my pee!
It simply suxed
I SAID I’LL FIX YOU IN THE MORNING SINK
It’s your phone texting you, ‘dude come back, you haven’t turned me off the whole way. I keep shouting “drip drip drip” really obnoxiously but you haven’t got the hint.’
Mayby he needed to pee
This pasta was hilarious. I don’t know why. It made me laugh hysterically.
AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT
dont worry its chuck norris