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I recently started reading creepypasta, looking for a way to put thrill into my dull life. I kept reading stories of people breaking into someones home and messing with them and or killing them. I loved these ones, sent a shiver down my spine and to be honest I would get kind of aroused. So tonight I am going to do it. Find a random house to break into, I won't hurt the person, not if I don't have to at first. Just
Oh pity where are my manners, my name is Dan Ryan, a bit of a nobody, I have friends we go out drinking. Basic life. But in a couple hours I will enter a whole new level of my life. I can't wait. I have found a house, had one of those old wooden cellar doors that are angled off the house. Pried a door loose and snuck into the basement. Smells oddly clean, I should have brought a flashlight but I wanted to do this right. The smell though it just puts my on edge, almost to clean for an old houses basement. Enough of this though. I find the steps and creep up towards the kitchen.
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Its 11:25 and the owner of the house if finally arrived. This is MY TIME. He comes in, smelling very similar to the basement, so I now know the smell is just some cheap laundry detergent. He has a duffle bag with him, I wonder what he is doing with it, who he may be, what he does for a living. I wish I had looked into a which house to do more carefully, I feel knowing the person in a way would make this all the more better. I stare through the cracks of my hiding spot, a tiny broom closet beside the fridge, gives me a full view. My heart is beating wildly and to be honest I am rock hard with excitement. I watch as the man throws the bag onto the table and walks towards the fridge. I started to panic, what if he finds me, but he grabs a bottle of some sort and drinks from it. Relief floods my body as I start to relax. He grabs the bag and goes into the living room. I swear I heard a noise from inside the bag, but I reassure myself that it is just my nerves. That's when I notice the man leaving the house. Now is my chance, I feel the need to see inside the bag.
I am glad I didn't move from my spot, for not five minutes later the man comes in carrying what I can only think is a large carpet, my mind swirls with ideas of who this man is. He drops the carpet and that's when I hear it. There is no mistaking this one, it is not my nerves playing tricks on me there is something wrapped up in that carpet. Something alive. I gasp involuntarily but thankfully luck was on my side for at the same time the
2 am. I awoke to hear screaming and at first I thought it was me. But it was coming from the basement. That poor woman, but what could I do I was breaking and entering. Jail wouldn't do me well. I slowly creep out of the cupboard and towards the door. That's when I notice the duffel bag is still in the living room. Despite my mind screaming no at me I open it to find a baby, a newborn at best. It was covered in blood, almost too much for it all to be its own. Around its neck was a shoelace, I started to gag and almost threw up in the bag. I zip it back up but in my haste it tears. I swear
3 weeks later.
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It takes me two days to work up the courage to go to the station. I tell them everything I know I give them an address and everything. They say that because I helped with this case the most I will get is probation and house arrest for two months. I can live with that, the officer says that a detective will come by to take a further statement and set up the system.
Four pm rolls around and the detective finally arrives. He knocks on my door and I look out the window, for some reason this man sends dread through my body. I write it off as paranoia and being upset at house arrest. I open the door and am met with a powerful odor, my eyes start to water. The detective asks my name and if I am the one who gave the testimony, I tell him yes and invite him in. His smell is so strong it burns my throat, he is wearing a very familiar
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