Upstairs
When I was a child I lived in a rented two-floor house. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school.
One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.
I called out, “Mum?” and heard a voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs.
I called my mum again, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply.
I felt she was calling back at me and climbed up the stairs.
When I reached the first floor I called her once more and the voice “Yeeeeees?” came from the furthest room.
I felt both uneasy, but a strong urge to see my mother, and started to walk towards the room.
But just that moment I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother come in, carrying a lot of shopping bags.
“Sweetie, are you home?” my mother called in a cheery voice.
Hearing her voice made me feel instantly better and I turned back to go downstairs at once…but not before I had a quick glance towards the room.
While I watched from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack.
For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there.
A pale face, staring at me.
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omg Michael Jackson was in your bedroom!
I was laughing all the way through this from the ‘yeees’ bit because I was picturing the guy from Simpsons who talks like that and then says he had a stroke xD
I agree with Diana, It is creepy because it is one of those things that could actually happen not every creepypasta is going to have OMGWTFITWASAZOMBIEONOES or somthing along those lines… get used to it >_>
whatever, this is creepy as shit to me. it’s one of those simple stories that could easily happen to anyone instead of all this ritual crap. you would all shit brix if this happened to you and you know it.
That was stupid, it could’ve been anybody.
I cant enjoy this old pasta.
True, it may have frightened me a bit the first 3 timesI read it, but this is older than the internet itself.
@isantorin, if Saya is taking credit for this, she’s full of shit. As other comments have already said, this is from Something Awful, it was never in Japanese for her to translate it from. It’s been around for ages and is on tons of sites, including ED. So quit trying to start trouble.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeece?
Yeah, some context for everyone: This isn’t actually a creepypasta, it’s a post from the Something Awful Forums in one of their ghost story threads.
It’s supposedly a first hand account of an experience one of the forum members had with the supernatural as a child. Why this one was posted over the numerous other, better ghost stories from those threads I do not know.
THEN WHO WAS FACE!?
and the face said…take a seat…right over there
Sigh I forgot to add something in my post before and once again, IT WAS NOT M.J! Sigh what do you people have against the king of pop? Or, good music, twas a sad, sad day, when he died. Anyway, the scary thing about this (this is the part that I forgot to add) was that I have these old antique dolls that are like these women from the 17-1800s and usually I get home waaaaay before my mommy, (and I’m much to curious for my own good >:) ) and could easily picture that happen to me. Although, there are loopholes. You see, if you are afraid of this it is always the same sound that it makes. Nothing more, nothing less, always yeeesssss. And so, if you hear this, you can ask again, and again, and again, WITHOUT going upstairs. You could just run outside for dear life, go to a neighbor, or a friends house, or jus wait outside for your mommy. That is what I think anyway, enjoy the stories.
K.K out!
Saya probably won’t be happy about this.
@ Lodi, No, Saya didn’t write it herself, but she says she translated it from a Japanese pasta.
One of mai Favorites =__=
THEN WHO WAS MICHAEL JACKSON?
this pasta isn’t saya’s, you idiots. it’s classic /x/ stuff and even on encyclopedia dramatica’s creepypasta, quit saying she ripped it off.
I actually found it pretty creepy. Just imagining the voice that sounded almost similar to his mother’s but repeating the same thing.
this was posted on saya’s site a while ago. :|
RIPPED OFF SAYA IN UNDERWORLD D<
i’ve seen this floating around /x/ for a long time
while it’s still shitty creepypasta i’m glad to see something short and quick again.
This is the worst creepypasta I have ever read… EVER. I hate to sound like a dick here, but please consider abandoning all hope for making a career out of this before your future self comes back to the past to punch you in the face for it.
the only scary part was how horribly this was written D:<
This actually really freaked me out. How the hell would you get back downstairs? Inch away and keep an eye on the door? Jesus, that’s a terrifying situation.
Seriously? Is this site the place where pastanistas come to rail against any creepypasta that doesn’t measure up to their standards? You people need to lighten up. This stuff is free, after all.
Anyway, not too bad. I do think it was on Saya for a while, though. Something remarkably similar, at least.
Short but good ;_; Writing could’ve been a bit better but I liked it.
Dawg, this is on encyclopedia dramatica’s creepypasta page, I think I was still in brace’s when I read this story, be original for God’s sake.
The pale one was…EDWARD CULLEN! The explanation of being scared by it
It was EDWARD CULLEN!
Yay, finally an actually good pasta! Not some bullshit ritual or dumbass who can’t use punctuation!
I’ll put as much in to critiquing this as the author did in to writing it.
k I’m done.