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The rain pattered on the single-hung window,
As I lay awake on my satin bed sheets;
Sleep had no desire to stay,
So I wait, observing

The downpour roared as the storm grew heavier,
Throwing more diversion towards peace;
Temporary madness overwhelmed my emotions
Resulting in aggravated moans produced
From my chap lips.

“Sleep,” a voice whispered;
Its warm dampness and rancid odor
Struck my face like a bullet.
Instantly, I jolted from my mattress,
Engulfed in terror and sweat;
“Whose voice chills my heart?” I asked the entity,
Determined to discover its motive for
Entering my home.
The reply I receive is nothing more
Than a deafening silence.


I relaxed back into my false slumber,
Wary of the blackness around me;
My chest pounded a frenzied opus,
Its beat matched the tempo of the storm’s chaotic
As quietness amplified,
My pulse grew louder;
Goosebumps tickled my spine;
Vibrations, which originated from both
Fear and the ice air, took over
My arms and legs.

“Sleep,” a voice whispered;
Have I gone mad?
Am I asleep, constructing horrific
Visuals for my brain to suffer through?
No soul is before my eyes,
Yet, its presence mocks me.
“Reveal yourself!” I cried.
“Torture me like a warrior and display
Your disgusting face!”

“As you wish,” the tormenter states.
I brace myself, ready to meet
My foe.

“All we asked for was a simple favor,
To make it easier on your spirit.
Bear in mind that
You have created a path that
Avoids a swift, merciful demise.”
At that second, my mind was dreadfully obsessed by
The idea of a ‘we’.

Shadowy arms penetrated the fibers of the bed;
One arm turned to two,
Two turned to five,
Five to ten,
Ten to thirteen.
The phenomenon grasped every
Movable limb I possessed,
Shackling me to the bed like a starved prisoner.
I fought back in hopeless effort,
Freedom kilometers away from possibility;
Within me, fright ignited to a level which
No human has ever experienced.

The shower thickened to a hurricane,
Engraving broad cracks into the window’s glass;
Earth began to sway and shake
From rain’s intensity.
The wind, once soft as cotton, now
Howling a violent hymn to the world.


Men with flesh the color of shadows
Faded onto the floorboards around me;
Their colorless eyes focused on mine
While they approached.
“Stand back!” I shout. “Stand—,”
Another hand crawls out and presses itself
Against my mouth;
The skin tastes of smoke,
As does its smell.


There is no escape.
There is no alternative.
There is no choice but to accept my failure.

“Don’t give up,” a gentle, mysterious sound emits.
“You can survive the odds.”
My conscience created a doubt toward the request,
Then trust overran doubt.
I’ll never know why, but somehow I
Believed in its promise.
I wriggled,
I struggled,
I thrashed about with Herculean will;
Suddenly, the vice enclosing my jaws
Broke into fragments of stone.
The men of shadows drew back in fear,
Fainting away as they reversed.

No longer able to support the weather’s aggression,
The pane shattered to shards,
The framework splintered into oblivion.
Water splashed a wicked tone as it
Dove through the window sized opening.

In an attempt I forced so much that it
Wired my teeth shut,
And shed blood from my gums;
I ripped several flesh-made cuffs to rock.
The remaining gripped me tighter,
Desperately holding me down.
The adrenaline that coursed through me
Barely managed to fracture their embrace.
My left arm sprung loose,
Then my right arm followed suit;
Soon, my legs were liberated, signaling
Total unbound control.
The shadowmen gazed in disbelief;
“How?” one uttered. “This isn’t possible.
Not even the devil has such strength.”
In unison, all of the shadowmen asked…

“What are you?”


I shot out of my bed in a fit of panic,
Inhaling summer’s air with deep gasps.
Was my suffering just a nightmare?
I turned my attention to the right, and saw
A mild drizzle patter on my unblemished windowpane.

Great relief washed over me.
My head comfortably collided with pillows’ surface;
Inscribed on the ceiling, a message appeared,
Supplying me with joy.

“You are free.”

Credit To – HonestyAndCapacity

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31 thoughts on “Shadowmen”

  1. I love this.This is almost as good as Psychosis.(Creepypasta)
    You did an extravegant job at writing this.
    Mostly the way you explained the events and such.
    I wish to see more that are equally if not betteer than this in the future?
    I havent the slightest clue on why this has a low rating,but regardless everyone has their own opinions,eh?
    The end,all I can say is it has an emotional and deep meaning far more than I can say.

  2. My first thought was sleep paralysis! Epic, since every time I have it it’s exactly as described in the pasta. Wonderful execution, great descriptions and vocabulary! yummy, 10/10

  3. As a fellow writer of poetry (though not a poet in the traditional sense) I found this quite refreshing. Sometimes it can be extremely beleaguering to make your thoughts rhyme. I love to see something like this that breaks away from that. Also, I got some good visuals. Reminded me somewhat of the scene from Grave Encounters with the hands shooting through the walls. Well done! Hope to see more.

  4. Ive known people with dreams that relate to the description. Its nicely written, albiet an old fashipned way of writkng it. Well done :-)

  5. Quite frankly, this pasta could have been far better. The poetry format to which it was written was the overall downfall of it. It gave this pasta the appearance of trying too hard. Poor grammar coupled with horrid sentence structure = poor pasta.

  6. This pasta was perfectly cooked! A dash of spice with a nice sweet sauce! Perfect! Keep writing more like this! I love it

  7. This pasta was perfectly cooked! A dash of spice with a thick sauce! Perfection! Keep writing more like this! I love it

  8. This pasta was perfectly cooked! A dash of spice with a thick sauce! Perfection! Keep writing mor like this! I love it

  9. Just wondering why the hell did this get a 5.8?!?!? It was brilliant like fucking amazing!!! If it was fucking possible I would give this a fucking 1000000/10

  10. Beautifully written. Most pastas don’t have happy endings. Honestly though, I liked the abstractness of this, which you aided through your use of bigger words.

  11. SlappingMachine

    I actually liked this one a lot :D
    I can’t understand why it’s got such a low rating, though. I enjoyed reading it and it’s actually one of the few pastas where the protagonist doesn’t get killed off in the end.
    Is everyone disliking this just because it’s a Poetrypasta? That’s pasta-discrimination.

  12. I can’t help feeling like this would be much better had the author written it in traditional format. As is, it just seems bland. It seems like the poetry format was only to make people notice it. 6.5 out of 10. Decent story, horrid execution.

  13. So over all good story. I liked the idea and the way you wrote it. But the ending left much to be desired. Like it doesn’t really fully explain what happened (unless that’s what you were going for).

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