Save Yourself : Creepypasta

Journal Entry #1

Another day, another ridiculous story.  I can’t believe they actually think that those creatures are real.  I tried to tell them that those stories were just that.  Stories.  Tales made up by the adults to keep the children in line and out of trouble.  But they won’t believe a word I say.  As if a logical argument was more absurd than the thought of murderous, hideous monsters that would slaughter you if you strayed too far from home. I mean, did they even stop to consider how insane that sounds?  I keep trying to tell them, but they won’t listen.  They never listen.

Journal Entry #2

I’ve made up my mind.  I haven’t told anyone yet, because they’d try to stop me, but this has to be done.  If they are ever going to believe me, I have to get proof.  Tomorrow, I’m going to seek them out, the creatures.  I’m going to find one of the buildings that our parents warned us about, the old, dangerous looking ones where those things are supposed to live, and I’m going to go inside and see for myself that they don’t exist.  I’ll bring something back from inside the house to prove that I was there. Then everyone will have to believe me, and they’ll stop telling their dumb stories once and for all.

Journal Entry #3

I was wrong.  Oh God, was I ever wrong.  They’re everywhere.  The house was empty when I arrived, I swear.  There were no lights inside, no sounds, no movements.  There was no sign of life at all, only the old house illuminated in moonlight.  I’ll admit, the sight of the building in the eerie light was… unnerving.  But I was sure it was empty.  And the air was so chilling, my want for warmth pushed away my apprehension until going inside seemed like the only thing to do.  The doorknob wouldn’t turn at all, but the window slid open easily enough.  The old wooden floor creaked under my slow footsteps, and that was the only sound to be heard.  I was alone… but not for long.

It started as a low rumble, but quickly grew into an unimaginable roar as blinding lights suddenly flooded the room.  It came from outside.  I was frozen in fear, staring at the door and waiting for some ravenous beast to burst through the wood… But the roaring stopped.  The sounds that followed were odd, clicking and squeaking like doors on rusted hinges.  And that’s when I heard their voices.  Their language was unintelligible, but there was a sinister shrieking that made a mockery of laughter, and a booming voice of malicious tone.  Another was more shrill, but just as loud.  One after another, new voices emerged.  My God, how many are there?

They were coming toward the door.  I had to run.  I quickly turned and scrambled up the stairs.  I could hear the doorknob turn with ease under the manipulation of the creature behind it.  Why was it turning now?  It had been stuck when I tried.  I turned the corner at the top of the stairs just before the wooden door swung open.  The voices were much louder now, but they hadn’t seen me.  Desperate for a place to hide, I ducked into the first room I came to… I nearly vomited.

The color on the walls was pale and chipped.  Even in the darkness, I could see the odd, discolored shapes strewn about across each wall.  Oh, but that’s not what got to me.  It was those figurines… those dolls, if you would call them that.  Small, hairless beings with short, stubby appendages; bright, bulging eyes that appeared as though they would free themselves from their sockets at any moment; and pale, rubbery skin that covered their deformed shapes.  Is that what these creatures looked like?  Those things downstairs, the owners of those terrible voices, did they look like these dolls?  I shuddered at the thought.  But I was running out of time.

Footsteps like miniature rampaging wildebeests could be heard as the shrieking ones stampeded up the stairwell.  They were coming.  Frantic, I spotted the closet door and made myself scarce within the comfort of its darkness.  With all my fear, my rapidly beating heart, still I left the closet door cracked.  Damn my curiosity, but I had to know.  I had to see these… things.  And see them I did.

Another blinding light filled the grotesque room as three of them entered, and I watched from the closet.  They were worse than I had anticipated.  They were as tall as I am, much larger than the dolls, but I could tell from their faces that they were the young ones.  Just children, I’m sure.  But still hideous.  They cackled and flashed their bright, white, misshapen teeth as they spread about the room.  Their eyes all bulged like the dolls’ eyes.  Their limbs were longer and thinner than those on the dolls, milky skin stretched over bones and tendons.  And their nails… all stained red.

They shrieked and cackled, moving about the room like wild animals.  I knew that if they found me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.  I knew those things would rip me apart mercilessly, shrieking and grinning the whole time.  I shivered at the thought, shrinking back, deeper into the darkness inside the closet.  I have to stay quiet, but I don’t know how much time I have.

If you find this, and I didn’t make it out alive, know that I was wrong.  Save yourself, and get out.  Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back.  They are real.  They are hideous, malicious, primal creatures with sharp nails and gnashing teeth.  The stories are true, they’re all true.  I cannot stress this enough.  Get out of this place, don’t ever come back.  I wish I had just believed the stories about the humans.  I know now that they’re real, humans are real, but it’s too late for me.  It’s not too late for you.  Save yourself.