The Pendant
| Published on Creepypasta.com | July 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 193 words · about 1 minute to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 7.7/10 from 347 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
You jolt awake to some noise off in the distance. You look at your red lettered clock: 3:21. You hear it noise again. Someone’s knocking on your door.
There’s no reason to be afraid, you remind yourself, but you can’t imagine any reason why
someone would be up this late. You quietly walk over to the door.
“Hello?”
Knock, Knock, Knock
“H-hello? Are you home?”
Knock, Knock, Knock
“I… Please be home… Hello?”
She mumbles something
“I need your help!”
Knock, Knock, Knock
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You recognize her voice and look out the window. It’s your neighbor, she’s wearing her pajamas and some shining pendant around her neck. She sees you.
“Oh!”
She looks afraid at first, and then puts on a worried smile.
“I.. can I use your phone? I need to come in.”
Why can’t you use your phone?
“Mine is Brok-”
She pauses.
“…I think someone’s inside my house”
You pause for a moment to look at the fear on her face.
When you open the door it slowly dawns on you…
Whoever it is isn’t inside her house, he’s behind her, and what’s shining by her neck isn’t a pendant.
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“Whoever it is isn’t inside her house, he’s behind her, and what’s shining by her neck isn’t a pendant.”
Would indicate that it is in fact, a knife and not blood. Why else would he be standing behind her?
that was pretty damn creepy.
thank you some guy (lol)
well if its not a knife it could be blood or a garrote with blood dripping from it
It is blood, is it not?
Good (in both concept and execution), a little freaky, but a little confusing as well. My own perception, originally, was that the ‘pendant’ was blood. Oops!
Hello.
A body can walk.
A body can breathe.
A body can talk.
The spark of life is not essential.
The illusion is.
Who do you trust?
I love these “bad things happen to good people” creepypasta… They make you feel that much more helpless and terrified, because even a good deed can bite you in the ass. Or, yanno, torture and mutilate your ass. Whichever.
The only thing is, if it IS a knife (and now, because of all the speculation, I’m not so sure) is that maybe it shouldn’t be “shining”, but “shiny” or something along those lines. Shining tends to give me the mental image of something emitting light, not just reflecting it.
Thanks Sam…good point aye…And where Mr. Welldone with his explaination as to what the “pendant” is?
Eh, it’s okay. If it gets rewritten, I hope it gets posted.
ufm- The murderer probably gave her a script, and in that situation, I wouldnt blame her for messing up a bit.
Its a gud story. A knife is the only solution that i can see for whats around her neck. All that i can’t work out is why she breaks off when she says her phone is broken
I didn’t get it, and it freaked me out, and then I got it, then it scared the dookie out of me.
It just like the old vampire tales where they couldn’t come in…they had to be invited in. Well it brought me back so good story.
Then what is it, Mr. Welldone. >_> I got the impression it’s a knife as well.
that is very weird yet scary i hate to be that guy
This one was clever.
What would you do if someone had a knife to your neighbors throat and wanted inside your house?
It almost seems plausable.
then what is it mr.welldone since you seem to know so much?
then what is it mr.welldone since you seem to know so much?
Hello, some guy.
You are wrong.
MooMOo its a knife at her throat
What was on her neck then?
A KNIFE!!! To kill her!
i dont get it …but im stupid that way :)
I want to read more :-D
Not necessarily. Waking up at three in the morning puts you in a daze, it’s hard to tell what is what, if you’re not used to the daze.
Ohh, a knife? Right? But we would’ve been able to see a guy with a knife to her throat through the window, no?
Oh noes, I don’t get it, explain it to me, please? : (
There was someone behind her holding a knife at her neck, forcing her to ask for help. Hope that helps :3
Hello.
This is, in actuality, a simple trick to duplicate.
I like this. Clever. :)
somebody put this on /x/, yesterday and totally botched it up. this is better.