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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
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
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.
I am glad I
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
3 weeks later.
Three weeks have passed since that night. I wait for an attacker that I have only seen in darkness to come for me. The police investigation into the missing woman and child has no leads yet, I wonder why not. I have tried killing myself twice now but I
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.
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