What-?
So, I’m doing a post for post with theleakypen, but I’m a bit behind on what I had planned for mine (oooops!) To make up for it, and stay up to date, here’s the first draft of it. It’s a creepypasta that I hope to refine until it stops sucking, and any concrit would be appreciated. Hell, you may even get to see the results of your critique when I finish the final version!
I lean back and zip up, looking around hurriedly as I shut the browser. My gaze finally settles on a spot, right over the couch, in front of the window.
Nothing.
God dammit I think I’m going crazy.
This keeps happening, over and over. I tend to stay on the computer late, late into the night, right? My computer’s this clunky desktop, and my folks make me keep it in the living room, so if I ever wanna look at ANYTHING I don’t want ‘em to see it’s gotta be at stupid o’ clock when they’re all in bed. Porn, any decent movies or games, chats with anyone they ain’t met in person, all happens sometime around 3 in the morning, like clockwork. Interruptions for the occassional last second homework project notwithstanding.
So, you know that feeling you get, where it’s late and the screen’s all you see? Your eyes hurt in that easy to ignore way and you know you’re dead to the world? You get walked in on when you’re like that ONCE before you start getting an itchy trigger finger on the window-close button. A click of someone coming home to their apartment down the hall, a shuff of someone rolling in bed in another room, the air conditioner coming on…
First time was, Jesus, maybe a year ago? Didn’t make much of it, just half noticed SOMETHING to my right, middle of the living room, that I hadn’t noticed before. Don’t remember any noise or shape, just a sudden certainty. I’m sitting there with my dick in my hand, so of course I spazz and pause the video and look over at not a goddamn thing. Couch, back to me. Window overlooking the highway on the other side. My brother, he has a habit of falling asleep on that couch, I figured maybe he’d rolled over and I’d jumped. Ha ha, silly me, back to what I was doing.
When I wandered to bed later I didn’t think too hard about the fact he was in the top bunk, where he was supposed to be.
This happens, what, seven or eight more times over the course of a month or so? ‘Fore something actually stays in my mind. I think I see something, I jump in my seat, but before I whirl to look I actually consider what I think I’ve seen out the corner of my eye. Brief impression of waving, languid motion. Like a sea anemone.
I look. Nothing.
This is where things start getting concerning.
Next time it happens, couple days later, I really try to consider what I’m seeing before looking right at it. The anemone impression’s stronger, I’m kinda reminded of those red sulfer-flower-things at the bottom of the ocean. The red ones, y’know? So I look, and of course there’s nothing again.
A week later I think I see skittering legs, like a roach on its back, size of a dog. I try not to look right at it, try to examine it in my perepheral, but as soon as I devote any real attention to it it’s gone again. I walk over and look around. Poke at the ottoman the thing would have to be laying on for me to see it over the couch. Nothing.
Next time it’s some face, round slack and apelike. Get the impression of it leaning over the back of the couch, looking back. Like a guy in front of you in a movie theater, when you sneeze loud.
I go to bed early, a few nights. A week, really. Starting to get kinda paranoid- FUCK
NO YOU GET FUCKING BACK HERE.
…
Somethin’ white, sickle shaped. All I had time to see. Was looking too hard at the screen, leaned in all close, barely noticed it was there.
It was closer this time…
