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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I love creepypastas but this one was dumb
That was fucken scary!!!
Thank you for letting me in *turns around* its a small girl trying to sell girl scout cookies *screams*
WHATTTTTT!!!!! Was that I think I’m going to have a heart attack that is just (ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!)
this was based on a true story?
uhh
If I were.her.I would find what it is and kill it before it lays eggs
This was an interesting read and i noticed a few comments interpreting the being let in is the devil. My personal interpretation is that the being the protagonost let in is fear.
Tyler: This actually sent shivers down my spine this could possibly be real in many ways but at the end when the voice said “thanks for letting me in” scared me. Rate:8.5/10
Adam: I enjoyed this pasta alot because how you gave us the oprotunity to learn about this character. Very creepy ending by the way c: Rate:9/10
holy shit alone in the home and someone threw something in my window really holy shit
She opens the door and stabbes the thing repeatidly she hears a thud she opens her eyes leans over the body turns out it was scout selling cookies.
it was a decent story and has some potential but it definitely needs more detail and some tweaking. there are two things that take the horror out of this story, for me at least. the main character and the ending. i personally cannot stand when stories, especially scary stories, end with a cliffhanger. it completely ruins the scare and replaces it with curiosity. i just start wondering well what was it? what did it look like? did anyone else see it? as the story described it wasn’t exactly nighttime yet so someone was bound to be out and about. and what exactly did it do to her or what did it want with her is the main question, and in my opinion that is possibly the most essential detail to give a story, it strikes fear into the readers, like, what if it decides to come for me and i suffer the same fate? however the character, kat, being as she was, would take that fear away from the readers as well. she’s too stupid, not even a child would do something so foolish. a story becomes scary when the reader can put themselves in the characters place, but there aren’t many people who would just open the door to some unknown being that may very well have intentions to harm them, which makes this story unrealistic… anyway i rambled a bit, no offense to the writer, this story might not have been the best but you have a pretty good writing style, so there is quite a bit of potential for future stories.
wow that was creepy
The tapping at the window. That happened to me one time. |:/ I have experienced scarier stuff tho.
It got me there. It was nice :D
it was the devil sucks for that dumb girl shouldve never open the door who does that i kno i dont
I like reading stories like this, it fills me with suspense. I liked it and I am curious to who was at the door….
I think this story is actually from the “Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark” book series.
Yeah I wanna know who was knocking too
It scared me.Im shaking
This was not scary
That was pretty great! I loved the description, but I want more of the story!
it was death!!!!!! if somebody knocks on your door then be sure that there is someone or u will let death in!!!!
The story really isn’t bad but really? Why open a door? At least call the popo or if it’s Jeff the killer, only jane the killer could rid him LOL or if it’s sponge bob call squid ward, the emp freak
*sitting at home alone* *hears knock at door* *thinks it’s pizza so gets up and opens door with money in hand* *Slenderman is standing there and then steals the $20* *he lol’s and teleports away* *blinks while trying to figure out what the fahk just happened*
I agree with u
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Whoa… it might be jeff the killer, i mean look at the ads on the right above his head it says Let Me In….
Pretty awesome.
The author should take an introductory creative writing course if they’d like to continue, because the narrative in this is not up to par with most of the stuff we read on this site. I kept getting distracted by the blunt, ineloquent descriptions which relied on pointing out her feelings a surroundings as opposed to using sensory details. Even the first two sentences, “Kat sat alone on her couch, shoveling popcorn into her mouth. She stared at her TV tied to the suspense of the movie,” could have have been much more engaging with something like, “With no sound other than the crunch of the popcorn in her mouth to distract her, Kat unblinkingly sat on her couch, tense and mesmerized by the blood and gore shining on her TV screen.”