CreepyCatPasta

        Sandy and I were on the bleachers with a set of a hundred or so kids. Our gym looked so much smaller, almost as if the other two sides of it didn’t exist. There was one boy facing us all, talking about things we didn’t care to hear about. We were too busy giggling about the fact that the other kids had their feet up our asses, and we could barely keep ourselves from falling about 3 feet down onto the stage area of the gym. We made a game out of it, who would fall first? We were laughing like insane people did to white walls. But then one of the boys behind me pressed their knees to my back and evidently shoved me off of the bleacher. I fell and smacked my head on the gymnasium floor. I was laughing without voice now. It was so hilarious that I couldn’t even make noise! I tried picking myself up, but the backpack (one I do not use in real life, I use a satchel bag) on my shoulder weighed so much that once I got up, it slipped off my shoulder and brought me down to the floor again.

        I laid there laughing for such a long time, until the guy who was talking stopped talking and rag-dolled away (yes, I just said that). Then came Sandy. Same deal, she tried to get up but she couldn’t. Squeal-laughing as we always do when something extremely funny happens. We got up finally and we had gotten bad mitten rackets and were headed to a comfortable spot in the gym to begin playing. I went to go get something and when I came back, all the kids were getting their rackets and heading to a place in the court. I start to trail back to Sandy and I’s place. I see a bulky black guy (in my gym period –don’t know his name) coming up behind Sandy. I tell her to start to come towards our spot. I didn’t want him and his friends to take our spot. I was on the other side and Sandy and the guy were on the other. I start waving for her to tell him that this spot was taken.

    As I was exiting a building, a boy from my English class, Alex, began to trail me. He asked me where I was going and I answered. All of a sudden we were plunged into a fast racing river.

    “Well, if you were trying to get to the portal, you just missed it!” Alex then turned into a big snakelike spider.

    “What!?” I scream. I had to get to the portal! I scooped him up in my arms and got us to one side of the river, where we could breathe.

    “That branching path! That was where you need to go,” He pointed, but I couldn’t see over the hill.

    I picked myself up and ran to the other side. Sure enough, there it was. I thanked Alex and hopped into the water once more. When I got to the end, I was met with a store window and door that looked warm and welcoming. The window was framed with a shiny, yet phony-looking guild. The door looked the same: fake. I peered inside and saw one room. And there was a door open to another, and I could see into it. It was bright in the first room, but then it was dark in the far off one. But fortunately, the light from the first one made it easier to see into this backroom. There were tan bookshelves with no books on them. Rows of them, like 9 or 10.

    Alex had followed me and turned back into a human. He put his face up to the glass, just as I had, but didn’t comment on anything. I asked him if he could come in with me. This ‘shop’ gave me chills. He respectfully, but quickly denied me. Something about this store scared Alex too, I could see it in his eyes and how they shifted about the pebbles on the ground. I said it was alright and he went away. I noticed a doorbell and wondered why it was there. If it was a shop, then why would people need to make their presence known? A bell on the other side of the door would be more reasonable. I peered into the window once more. I was shocked as to what I saw.

    In the shadows of the dark backroom, I saw a life sized statue of Alice (from Alice in Wonderland) just… standing there amongst the bookshelves (not fucking with you, it still spooks me even when I’m awake XD ). I didn’t act scared in the dream because it was happening so quickly. I looked down, and then to the door. And I looked to the window one more time. Alice hadn’t gotten closer or moved her head to face me or anything typically creepy. Her hand was in a different position. At a 90 degree angle, like a doll. It made me shiver, but I didn’t give it a second glance.

    I stepped to the door and winced when I rang the doorbell. I should’ve just went in. What if the person inside was insane? It freaked me out so much that I just went in. There was an old woman coming to get the door when I barged in.

    Her face was caked with makeup to try to make herself look younger, but nothing worked. She had bright blonde hair and a short stature. Her otherwise innocent figure scared me. I started to pretent I was French.

    “Oh, bonjour! Bonjour!” I chime out as I reach to her for a hug and a kiss on each cheek. I was over playing it and I cringed when a knot began to form in my stomach.

    It was silent for a second.

    “Do you have a portal?”

    “I want to show you something first.”

    To my relief, she didn’t go into the backroom. Instead to the attic that looked like my basement if it weren’t finished. I started to examine her collection of pins and artwork that she had up there.

    “Hey, I know this artist,” I say. “My friend Sandy likes her. Is this you?”

    She nodded and asked, “Do you like it?”

    “Well,no, not exactly…” I gave her my truthful opinion.

    She turned brown and started to wilt. As if she was already dead and beginning to be eaten by bugs, there were holes in her neck and face, her cold, brittle brown skin. She let out a shriek that rattled in my neck. It scared me so much that I bolted past her, screaming wildly. I opened a door to what looked like my actually-unfinished part of my basement and shut the door. I locked it (even though there wasn’t a lock on it in real life) I held the knob in my hand still. I waited silently there. And I hear and feel her wiggle the handle. 2 seconds go by and she wiggles it again. 2 more seconds, another wiggle. It freaked me out more than it should’ve that, even though she knew it was locked, she kept trying. It was then I lost my sanity, I think.

    I unlock the door and flung it wide open. The corpse of that woman was unsurprisingly still standing there. I let out a fearsome scream; a scream so hysteric that even the monster in front of me was taken aback. A tide of water splashed over us and it forced us back down the stairs to the main room. I couldn’t breathe but it didn’t matter anyway. One of the doors that were previously closed was now open and everything started to glide into it. There were wax statues of mucky creatures of some sort inside. They were eerie to say the least. The Alice statue had made its way into the room as well. I could hear the bony brown woman screaming painfully with tears behind me.

    “PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THEM!!” She pleaded madly.

    She began to garble about how they had never been touched before, just as I touched one. She disintegrated. And I woke up.

        I remember being with my friend Amy as it happened. The fire alarm began to go off. I was scared (but not so shocked as to why it was in the dream; a fire alarm had went off a couple days ago). We were being lead from the gymnasium to the front entrance, at which point there was a halt in the movement of traffic. We didn’t quite know why but there were kids standing around. There was a group of kids, Matt (<- who I still don’t know that well) was one of them. Amy was behind this clique and I kept trying to see beyond them to find where exactly Amy was before I went over. Matt thought I was staring at him and stared back. It was more of a concerned stare than a weirded-out stare. Nonetheless, I made my way around them and found Amy. I recall touching her shoulder when the annoying rings of the fire alarm were stopped.

        I was just about to say something when I heard Matt screaming behind me, “This way! C’mon, hurry up!”. I turned around, having to take in where I saw Matt and where he was telling us to go, but Amy just went; like she already knew. She started walking towards the main office instead of heading outside. But it didn’t occur to me how strange that was. Everyone was going in that direction and it just felt natural.

        I blinked and all of a sudden we were outside, near the brick wall. Some kids started to hastily take a seat on it. Matt rushed over to the piece of wall that had its front plate missing. He took a seat and looked at me, “C’mon, sit down.” He said hurriedly.

        I didn’t. Instead, I continued to stand, but no one minded it anyway. Then, the guys in the camo jackets arrived.

        They were all wearing a jacket that had camouflage print on it with the sleeves missing. They all were sorta skinny, too. One of them approached the wall and kneeled down somewhat to talk on our level. It looked like Deuce (y’know that guy that used to be from HU, and then went off and formed his old band that I personally hate? Yeah, him) and I was astonished. My mouth gaped open for a moment because, well, it was a celebrity! But no one was reacting at all to him, so I didn’t say anything. Afterall, it might’ve just been a lookalike or something.

        He started talking but I didn’t have an ear out for him. He was talking about how “him and his boys were courteous enough to stop and look after us while the ‘situation’ was being taken care of”. I kept seeing “his boys” in the back, dispatching some oddly strange things from their white pickup truck. I once again glanced at the guy who was talking. He shot me a look, and I woke up.

        There was a boy and his father, inching up to the front door late at night. Thinking they could sneak out to explore the surrounding woods. The two close in on the door, the dad reaching out for the handle with a sly grin on his face. But before he could turn it, his wife erupted from the other room, slamming the door wide open, nearly leaving a dent in the wall. She was angry at them for thinking they could get away with going outside at midnight. She told them off to bed, and returned to her room and got straight back into her bed to chase after the dream she had been having before being abruptly awoken by a strong feeling in her gut. Even though she was frustrated at the thought of getting up, ultimately she was glad she did. The mother curled up, tossing and turning for a bit before finally drifting off to sleep once more.

        The boys she had sent to sleep were now creeping into her room, with a no-good plan. The dad waited by the door while the son climbed up onto her bed with a hard rubber ball. He raised it high above her head and crashed down with great force. She was out for real, passed out for what they assumed to be hours before she’d wake. They escaped out the door quickly, making their way into the blackness of the forest.

        They find their way to my house and ask to take shelter for a while. I oblige and show them around the house. I noticed that the kid had been staring out my window, only to look away when I just as I caught my first glimpse. He wandered away and I took my turn to look out at my backyard. There was a man swinging on my swing-set outback; swinging is a bit of a stretch since he was practically letting the winds push him around. He was completely black even when he shouldn’t be. The guy rose up from the seat and began to walk towards the house. As he progressed with each step he began to take the form of three separate being. I would’ve done a double take but there was no time.

        I gathered up the child and his father into my room. I shoved the dad into the closet, and pushed the child under some blankets. Meanwhile I hid myself under a pile of blankets as well, but skinnier ones that I could easily be seen under. I waited silently for them to arrive at my door, but when the time came that they did, I breathed so heavily that unconsciously, I thought I should’ve been spotted. But I wasn’t. All three walked right past he and lifted up the blankets that the kid was hiding under. I hear him scream as he is taken away and out of the room. I sigh and erupt from the covers to go check on the father. I rip the closet open and breathe another sigh of relief. I picked up a yellow sweater and tightly embraced it (I assume in the dream it was the father).

        I am again alone in the house, trying to make it to my mother’s house, which is the house right next to mine. I open my front door quietly and sneak out of the house. I crept hastily over to a tree to hide behind. I open my phone and text my mom about how I was in danger (I wrote ‘help me’). But she kept sending back texts about how I wasn’t home to eat the mac and cheese she put out earlier, completely dismissing my cry for help. Then they heard me. I peered out behind the tree, only to see them charge at me. I began to run. But I think I tripped a little after.

        The men chasing me then erupted into brilliant colors and lights and shot up into the sky, one red one blue and one yellow. They began to form into the shapes of the legendary bird (in Pokemon), Moltres, Articuno, and Zapdos. I began to crawl backwards, towards my mom’s house.

        When I got to the door, I banged on it a few times, still on my hands and knees, too shocked to stand. When she opened the door, she was a Minecraft character, one with an apron and light pink hair. I dragged myself in wildly, feeling a presence still following me somehow.

        Her house was also like a Minecraft house, 6 by 6, no furniture whatsoever. I looked to the corners and saw a thick black fog seep in and begin to metastasize into another black shadow being. Every corner of the wooden house was starting to form into a black muck of some sort. And the figures from before were spawning from it, cornering me and my mother. I wake up.

      I was looking at an indent in a wall with bars surrounding it; a prison cell. There was some sort of investigative officer there. He walked into the cell and examines the ground. There was a severed hand lying on the ground. It had all the fingers dissevered from the palm, missing from the scene, all except for the pinkie however. The policeman bent down and turned to another officer behind him. She was a black woman with a small bun.

     He got up, still looking at her. “Where’s his pinkie?” He asked the obvious question. It was right there, in fact that was the only one he shouldn’t have asked about.

      There was a surveillance camera operating setup in the cell and when the man looked to it, a video began to play. It was another man with a wickedly large grin on his face yelling unintelligible things to the camera. Then he pulled into the frame a severed hand, the one lying on the ground just then. All the appendages were there; only the pinkie was missing this time. After he laughed maliciously in the screen for a moment or two, various liquids –of all different viscosities(y) and colors- began to pour onto the man on the screen. One liquid in particular came from his left side, a pale orange color that seemed to look a lot like some sort of slime. The others I can’t remember clearly at all.