Let Me In
Kat sat alone on her couch, shoveling popcorn into her mouth. She stared at her TV tied to the suspense of the movie. The sky darkened as the sun approached the horizon, hidden behind the ocean of trees her house lay among. One lone tree stood in the center of her yard, visible through the living room window. A menacing presence filled the area yet to make itself known.
Kat was glued to her movie, but still able to catch a glimpse of the black object aimed at her door. THUD! Kat jumped, startled by unexpected disturbance, spilling the popcorn. “What the hell?” she whimpered, approaching the door. The door knob was cold in her hand, her heart pounded in her chest. The hinges squeaked as the door creaked open. A rush of cold air washed Kat’s face as her eyes scanned the dim yard. Nothing could be seen. Nothing made a sound.
She slowly shut the door, then cleaned up the popcorn. She had just sat down when another black object hit her door with a louder thud than before. She looked at the tree in the yard, almost certain she saw what threw it. Kat sat there watching the tree, waiting for something to happen. “It’s just some kids,” she thought “nothing to worry about.” She quickly made herself comfortable and began to turn on another movie. Minutes passed and another thud shattered the silence, shaking the door. Kat raced for the lock, and quickly shut the blinds. “They’ll go away.” she said, but grabbed a knife to calm her nerves and give her a sense of security.
Tap. Tap. Tap. She heard light pecking on the living room window. The pecking grew louder, faster. She froze there in place, staring at the windows as the tapping became more profound. She was afraid to investigate, but brave enough to stand her ground. Her home was small and every hiding place would be too predictable. Besides, she didn’t want to hide. She wanted to see it coming instead of cowering in fear.
The tapping suddenly stopped. Kat slowly made her way to the door and put her back to it. A shadow eclipsed the light from the window atop the door. She stood just out of sight, holding her breath. With her back pressed against the wood, she could feel it knocking, three times softly Kat could hear the galloping beat of her heart in her head, her anxiety raised to the peak. Three more knocks hit the door, harder this time. “Let me in.” a hoarse whisper slipped through the door and into Kat’s ears. She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes. Another three knocks erupted, furious now. “Let me in.” a now angry voice ordered.
The knocking didn’t cease. It grew harder as the voice grew louder. “Let me in! Let me in! LET ME IN!” The knocking grew so fierce it could have shattered the door. Tears leaked from her eyes. “What do I do,” she thought “should I open the door?” The knocking was more than she could bear. “I know you’re in there, Kat.” it said. Her stomach twisted, her breath caught in her throat, and tears now streamed down her face. “Go away!” she shouted finally. “Let me in!” it screamed in response. “Leave me alone!” she cried. The voice and the knocking echoed in her head, making her more nauseous than before. Reaching for the lock hesitantly, she sucked up her tears and held her breath, unlocking the door and throwing it open.
Nothing was there. The tree stood in the yard unmoving, no wind. Nothing. She shut the door, shaking in fear. With the click of the lock, the room grew cold. Goose-bumps covered her skin. “Thank you for letting me in.” a voice whispered behind her.
Credit To – Savannah K Davis
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Who in the right mind actually goes to open the door?
knocking at the door, while a girl is home alone, and when door is opened, nobody’s there… where did I hear that before?
Duh, bout every “scary” stary has it!!
*opens the door* “thankyou for letting me in,” *turns around and stabs repeatedly with knife, looks up and sees boyfriend* oh sh*t
Why open the door to a guy
WHY OPEN THE DOOR TO SOMEONE SAYING “LET ME IN” REPEATEDLY. STUPID
The whole thing really wasn’t to bad. I just felt that the premise is far to over used in the movie world. I’m sorry, but I honestly didnt get creeped out at all. Why did she open the door, she was watching horror movies, she should know better.
I really enjoyed this Pasta, I don’t see what the point of the tree was tho. Still a very nice Pasta, 9/10.
*freaks out* If it’s Jeff the killer….. there’s only one thing to do…….. *hides and calls Jane the killer to come and get rid of Jeff*
*le screem* YOU IDIOT PINKIE PIE COULD BE BEHIND THAT DOOR WHY WOULD YOU RISK THAT WOMAN?!?!
To be honest, I would open the door too. The first time. Possibly the second. I actually admire the fact that the character would open it the last time, knowing me, I would be the one to just turn the volume up on the tv or something to the point I couldnt hear much else LOL. But I liked this alot.
It was slightly confusing. Did she know who it was? Has it happened to her before? Why didn’t she call the police when it first started to happen? Or at least a friend. I enjoyed it though… 7/10 from me.
This was really freaking stupid….well the character was….the story was OK
Love the way you write stories! For most stories I get board but yours interested me. But I must ask, why is she alone? And why did she open the door?
Thank you for letting me in she turned around to see spongebob sqaure pants dum dum dum
The ex-Mrs. Candlejackass’s name was Kat, so the fact that this one is dumb and probably dies horribly for it makes me happy.
too confusing man..
this was a really good pasta, I enjoyed it verry much. thank you for this one
I would like to note to “ael” you have spelled acquire wrong and thusly perhaps you should spend some more time with a dictionary. Loved the pasta but would have enjoyed atleast knowing what the odd black shapes that were being lunged at her door. 7/10
I wanna Know What Happend Make a Part 2 plzzzz
I found this really creepy considering my name is Kat, i live in a small house with one tree in my front yard and woods in my backyard, and every saturday i eat popcorn and watch horror films….im never opening my door for anyone now.
Lol no comment
Ummmmmmm lol….. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN ( unless u wanna let someone in xD )
I feel like there needed to be some type of rationalization for her to open the door. And maybe some reason she didn’t call anyone when things started getting funky.
For me, the scariest stories are the ones that are most plausible. If she’s standing behind a locked door with a maniac screaming and banging on it and then, for no reason whatsoever, opens the door it just doesn’t feel grounded, and therefore feels fake and I lose touch with the story and character.
Okay…
Now let’s turn around reeeeeally sloooowly and see who it is…
It’s.. it’s… it’s…….
CANDLEJA
In a turn back
It was probably Jeff the killer :P Right after I read that I saw my username on like the right side of the screen where the rly creepy ads and pictures are (you know… with the jeff the killer pictures that coincedently have the word let me in abouve his head?) andI totally freaked out but then I finally saw it was showing the recent comments and started laughing at myself to see that I spelt my username wrong so it said klirbylova. LAWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
But who was door?
It was a Girl Scout selling her cookies XD
lol litteraly laughed for about 10 min about this comment
would you laugh more if i said sheldon?
sheldon
You should read more, both to expand your vocabulary, and to adquire some finesse in constructing sentences.
You have clear ideas wich you transmit successfully, but i really feel like you haven’t got all the tools to construct an engaging and original work of fiction.
Quite right. This is particularly clear in the descriptions, which were rather cliche (“shoveling popcorn”? Really? That was the creepiest description the author could come up with?).
That said, I do like it when the old “evil must be invited in” trope gets pulled out again. Gave it a nice hint of folklore.
Yes, i loved how it got wrapped back around to an old folklore. I think that the character could have had more development thoughh.
You spelt “which” wrong you spelt it “wich”
Why did she open the door? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
She opened the door to see what it was and probably to stab it with the knife.
great!!!!! really creepy .
REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYY CREEEPY DON’T YOU GUYS AGREE?
Someone’s throwing shit at my window and I live alone…!
*****time to investigate
Something is banging on my door demanding to be let in. Hmmm….
*****time to investigate
Sorry but WHO in their right freaking mind would open the door?! The stupidity of this character chewed my nerves to shreds but the story itself wasn’t so bad though. By the way…..WHO WAS….knocking? :P
Sorry. I accidentally thumbed down your comment because I spend too much time on crappypasta. Down there I mostly rate 5 stars on the comments and that’s on the right so I automatically press the right side.
“Sorry. I accidentally thumbed down your comment”
it was sheldon
That made me lol.
i would guesse the wind mabey
Isn’t it obvious? It was the Devil telling her to let him in so he could torture her. I am sure more stories will come about this character, but soon, I am sure, she may die. :( If it is the devil, I am scared for her. She should never had opened the door.
I Thought it was the grim reaper
It was phone
Don’t worry guys… it was phone.
WHO WAS PHONE you ask?
hmm… well why don’t you just let him in so he can tell you?…