CreepyHouse
Author's note: This was my first creepypasta! Hopefully you enjoyed it. Please leave a comment what I should improve. Thanks for reading!!
My hands are trembling as I write this...Its all about that creature...that damned creature, which has now scarred me for life. It all started... when I talked to that girl...Lucy. She always seemed so silent, so creepily silent. I thought she seemed lost, so I chose her as my science project partner. That was my first mistake. we were supposed to do a research on volcanoes, which was pretty easy. That day when I was going home, I went up to ask her about the project, but she said nothing. I asked for a number at which point she grabbed my phone, typed in her number on the phone and went off without a word. "Weird..." I thought as I saved her number. I did some research on the volcanoes but I got bored. So, I texted her just to see if she had done any research. She texted back I could her go to her house. I felt kinda creeped out, but since I had nothing to do, I went to her house. Her house was far away, so I had to take a bus to get there. But that house wasn't normal. Nowhere near normal. The air was musty and humid. I saw her house in the distance, which sent a chill up my spine. My palms grew sweaty. The whole place seemed...grim. it was very unusual. My instincts kicked in. From my brain, I wanted to go further, but from my heart, I wanted to go back home. But before my brain kicked in, I turned around and ran...longer...faster till the house was out of sight. I could hear my temples and my heart beating fast. I was exhausted and fatigued. I took a bus back home. The house wasn't too creepy, but what I saw creeped the shit outta me. I saw a pair of red eyes, with blood red pupils. The figure was hairy too, and one of its hands was missing. It was the devil itself. I know it saw me, when it stared at me with those red eyes. I know its coming for me. I can hear it rasping my windows. I can feel its presence. I was very overwhelming. My time will come soon and I know it...
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