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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So his mom needs a tan, so what?
HOLY SHIT ITS MICHAEL JACKSON
HOLY SHIT ITS MICHAEL JACKSON
I’d say I saw it coming, but there wasn’t anything to foresee.
Saw that coming after excessive eeeeeeee’s were used >_>
Rectangular blocks fell out my ass.
Bad pasta is bad.
“SALLY! …You’ve come BACK.”
“…I had to.”
“For THIIIIS.” *holds up arm, which waves*
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees…”
“Shall we, then?”
^ The fact that that scene kept replaying in my head butchered anything this had.
4/10 for the comedy factor, though.
:|
ok you caught me
i was stealing your underwear when you came in…
the only reason you saw my face is cause i forgot me bear suit
That stupid ass chick on youtube did this.
She fuxing ruined the pasta.
short, unoriginal, but it sent shivers down my spine
Is this bad pasta? Yeeeeeees.
IT WAS FUCKING BAE SUNG
IT WAS FUCKING BAE SUNG
dat was me lol
Pedoface.
Dude I probably would have gone in the room to stab that creeper with a michanical pencil
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES?
it was actually kind scary to me for some reason.
Like, I saw how it was gonna end and everything, but I still got the chills.
Aw, come on, I only wanted to help you with homework!
it says that he climbed the stairs, but was on the first floor afterwards…im confused
No shock factor whatsoever, but it still bothered me a little.
HOLY BALLZ
SAYA SAYA SAYA SAYA in UNDERWORLD…. You turned a decent creepy pasta into this retarded half baked piece of tripe.
Blast it with Piss.
You know there was a lot of potential for this story. I don’t see why you didn’t take the chance and just left it as a few paragraphs.
that 3rd “yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees” made me laugh
is this story told by like a native american? and the pale face was a “pale face?”
Haven’t seen this exact story before, especially not done better.
BUT WHO WAS SHOPPING BAGS?
To everyone who said “lame” I urge you to actually think about how hard you would piss yourself if that happened to you.
Repost of a repost of that repost from that board on that site which had the repost of the repost.
man, people bitch a lot on this site.
oh god i’m doing it now
It got me to go all pins and needles…
I can imagine the split second of happiness at his mothers voice before he realized what it implied, then the slow turn back to the door, and that cold feeling I got when I woke up in the sierras with a full grown bear sniffing at my tent, not three feet from my head, dimly lit by the moon light through the trees.
Being almost naked, trapped in your zipped up sleeping bag, lying on the ground staring up at several hundred pounds of muscle that could cleave you in half on a whim, and _not_knowing_ if it would… THAT was irl brick shitting.