Working on some new creepypasta

So guys, I finally have a day off of work for the first time in, ah, I dunno how long. So, I'm going to spend that day writing you some creepypasta. You probably won't get it tonight, but just know that I am writing it. I'm just not sure what kind of mood I'm in.

Do I want to write something abstract and strange, or something real and unsettling?
The possibilities are endless...

Alright guys. I hate to end this so soon.

This is fake. Yeah, I know most of you already knew that but here's the truth. I wrote the first two entries because I got bored on /x/ one night and it actually got popular and I wasn't expecting it. At all. If I had planned it prior it'd probably have turned into something awesome but without really having a plan or knowing where it was going to go, I really just started mucking things up. The last post was a poor, juvenile mistake, and I'm not going to try backing out of it now.

But hey, I hope it entertained some people and I'm glad it got the feedback it did. I'm probably going to change this blog into something for my future works, since I do plan on making more based on the feedback this got. I do have a few projects lined up that I'm sure would interest you, and I also plan on writing creepy pasta for all of your enjoyment. Thank you, everyone, for expressing interest. Any pointers for the future are very appreciated.

Also, I actually am having problems with the Camera, and I actually had a friend cut into my back for the "All-mine" thing. If I get a chance I'll actually put the pictures up.

The Man

So, tonight I went out for drinks with a few friends. I had a really great time, it was nice to forget about things for a while--but near the end I was approached by a man at the bar. Now, being approached by another man at a bar is usually something for alarm, but he knew my name. Not just my first name, like all of you, but my full name. He said my name, and when I turned around he gave me a stern look. There was this really awkward moment where we just kind of looked at each other, and then he handed me an envelope. I was a little dumbfounded, and he walked away. When I tried chasing after him I saw him walk out the door, but by the time I got out there he was gone. After that I was a little shaken up and we left.

I got home and took a shower then opened the envelope. This was the letter.

Chris (the rest of my name)

I've been keeping up with you for a while now. You've been unfortunate to stumble upon something so serious. You, however, have reacted better than any of the others, and for that I commend you. I write you this letter now not to frighten you or attempt to scare you away, but to encourage you. You are on the right path. You are digging too shallow for the thing that you seek. I hope that you find what you are looking for.

Know that you are never abandoned.



That's it. I'm not sure what to think about it. I mean, this guy could've been stalking me or something, and could've just found the blog and figured it was a nice way to make his move, someone just screwing with me, or it really could be someone who knows more about this than I do. Since I was planning on it anyways, I'm going to take his advice and dig a little deeper.

I'll also be watching my back.

Research at the Library

Before I went to the library, I decided it would be smart to get a list of the home's previous owners. My real estate agent was more than happy to give it to me. The woman in the above article was listed as one of the previous owners. (Well, her and her husband). This kind of thing disturbs me a little. I had known that the owner before me had died, and the agent told me it was of natural causes, but she hadn't disclosed the fact that, you know, a woman had decided to murder two of her children there. I think it would frighten me a little more if I was being haunted by two young tykes, but from what I can comprehend I'm not. No, the thing that really frightens me about this is the fact that it said she felt she hadn't been a good wife or a mother. While I was in the house, I was also dating a chick.

Before I moved in, things were great, but after a couple of weeks of being there I started to feel like I was a horrible boyfriend, someone completely unworthy of ever being loved or cared for. When I was out of the house I was fine, but in the house I just felt like I was spiraling into a kind of depression. I've never been like that anywhere else. This article is from 1956. It could very well be that this thing was trapped there before that. Her and her husband are the last owner listed, but I know they weren't the first people to live there.


I also discovered that the next owners had only lived in the home for two months before moving out. The owners after that lived there an even shorter amount of time before leaving. After that the house is vacant for a few years, and then a single man, like myself, moves in. He lived there for nearly a year, and so I looked his name up and ended up finding an article on him, though I'm not at liberty to post it since you're supposed to pay-per-view to look at it. In summary, the guy lived there, and then went nuts and shot two people before shooting himself. He just snapped. Everyone said he was a nice enough guy. That was in '64.

Then there's several years of people moving in and out, and wide stretches of vacancy. No one ever stays too long. Nothing interesting happens again until the 90's, when another single guy moves into the house in 1993 stays for two years, and then kills himself. Then the moving in and out continues, and the last person to move in was the previous owner, who moved into the house in 1998, and lived there until he died.

Someone pointed out that there might be stuff in the basement. I don't keep much down there, mostly because I feel really uncomfortable down there, but I know that the previous owner still had some things stored away. I'm going to get a few people together and give it a look here soon, see if I can find anything on the other previous owners. I want to find out why some of these people snapped, and why most of them didn't stay that long at all. Maybe they had a similar incident.

I've felt like something's been watching me all day, but I don't think it's anything serious. I think I'm just being paranoid. I hope I'm just being paranoid.

Sorry it took so long

Things took a little longer than I thought they would, and then I had to struggle with the camera for an hour or two before I finally just gave up and snapped some shots of the camera itself. I'll see if I can't get it working tomorrow and upload the actual pictures, but here's the snapshots of them off of the camera itself.

There you go.

Now, for the update on the Psychic. First of all, I got a couple of pictures with her, but she was a little reluctant and asked me not to post them on here--she's afraid someone might recognize her and give her grief. I'll respect her wishes and see if she won't change her mind. This is what she told me though.

First off, to those who recommended salt: No, it will not strengthen the barrier. Yes, it will probably help reinforce the barrier. No, it won't hold it forever and, if the demon is strong enough, won't hold him at all if the barrier falls. It's more like a hurdle than a wall.

Second, this is what she had to say about what it was. She's not sure at all. It seems demonic but, the truth is, she can almost feel it's humanity. It's very evil though, whatever it is, and it may have been just screwing with her senses. She didn't get a lot of time to feel it. She'd need longer in the house but she can't get in without hurting herself.

Third, about the barrier itself. It was made with good intentions, but not good energy. It was likely an attempt at enslaving the entity or preventing it from moving on, depending on what it is. It's a powerful bit of magic, old stuff, something she's never seen or run into. She figures that if it does break down, the entity will try to find me first, but it won't just take me away. It has too much fun with me. It might toy with me or hurt me. It might even hurt other people associated with me. That makes me nervous. I don't want other people getting hurt.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to the library to do some research after work. I'm going to see what I can't find out about the house. I'll also work on getting the camera to work so I can upload all of the pictures. Thank you for being patient, things are a little complicated right now. I'm not sure why.

Here's to hoping the barrier holds long enough for me to figure this out.

The Twitter

http://twitter.com/#!/SENOROWL

That's the twitter

Alright, here's what going to happen.

I'm going to be posting the pictures very, very soon. So don't worry about that, you'll see them tonight. I am also going to be setting up a Twitter so I can sort of give you all a play by play when I don't have a wireless connection. I'll have that up soon-ish.

Heading to that dinner now. Pictures when I return.

Everything I've told you so far (Part Two)

The second night was completely still for the first two hours. Me and the girl I'd be crashing with took turns watching the laptop while the other did things or slept. At about 1 in the morning, She woke me up and hurried me to the laptop. She was rambling about something and I was still groggy so I couldn't make it out, but I looked at the laptop and didn't see a damn thing. I was a little pissed that she'd woken me for nothing, but she made me sit down and pointed out the long, humanoid shadow on the far wall, cast from just outside the hallway. We watched it for about a half an hour as it just stood there, completely still, then it just wasn't there. By now we were both fully awake, and if we hadn't been we certainly would've been. Only a minute after the shadow disappeared the door to my bedroom slammed shut and the swung open again, crashed against the wall and came off of the hinges. My nightstand was flung across the room and crashed into the adjacent wall, coming to rest on top of the door. The laptop was then flung, and while it was spinning you could briefly make out a humanoid form standing in the door. Then it crashed into a wall and we lost the connection.

That next morning, my friend and I went to the house to observe the damage. On the outside everything looked fine, but inside everything--and I mean literally everything--had been flipped around or destroyed. I managed to find a few important things (My camera, some pictures and important family things, the clothes I had left behind, ect.) and started to clean up. We cleaned for a couple of hours before my friend started complaining about a stomach ache, saying she felt really uneasy and nervous. I was starting to get a little irritable, especially in my bedroom. I felt like someone was watching me--and that didn't surprise me at all, I knew it was watching me.

Now, not much happened in the couple of months after that. I tended to avoid the house and my life started to get better. It took me almost two weeks to finish cleaning everything, and I mostly just picked up the stuff that would spoil, like everything that'd been thrown out of the refrigerator.

I did find some rather disturbing things in the house. Particularly, I found some really long gashes in the walls, and a stain that almost looked like blood underneath where my bed had been. That stain hadn't been there when I moved in. It was big enough that I wouldn't have missed it.

I was still paying for the place but as long as I it built credit then what the hell. I thought seriously about burning the place down but I didn't feel like getting arrested and/or setting whatever was in the house free. 

I managed to get in contact with the second psychic again, and she told me that the barrier was a containment of sorts. She also told me that it was weak, and any sort of disturbance to it could break it. That was why she told me I was fucked. When the barrier fails, that thing will be loose and it is hella pissed off at me. It sees me as it's property, it feels that it owns my body and my soul and that I should not be allowed to lave it. What it wants with me, she doesn't know. She also told me that the thing seemed like a demon, though she couldn't be quiet sure--it could just be a really evil spirit. She suggested I avoid the house and try to find additional help--anything at all. When I last talked to her she said she was trying to gather more psychics, though many of them were busy with their own business and aren't available immediately. I'm sure she could get me in contact with an exorcist, though I do want someone who's actually going to do it and do it right, because I know this thing is smart and can probably tell what I'm trying to do, I don't need to piss it off further.

That catches us up to present day. That's why I'm asking for your help. If this thing gets out, I don't know what'll happen to me. 

Everything I've told you so far.

Okay. So, I moved into this house about six months ago. I got it for really cheap because the previous owner died (natural causes) and it wasn't in that great of shape. Since I'm poor, but felt like I wanted a place to call my own, I didn't really care. A home is a home, right? I moved in as soon as the loan went through and lived there about a month before the first things started to happen. The first thing I heard was whispering. It was always just quiet that I couldn't make it out, but loud enough that I could definitely make out that someone was whispering. I could usually pin it above me, but it's a one story home and there's nothing above me at all, just the roof. There is an attic but it doesn't extend over the entire home. The whispering continued for a couple of nights, and each time It started I would sneak around the inside and outside of the house trying to catch somebody (I thought I was being screwed with). Then one day it stopped, and nothing happened for about a week.

Then, around the time that I had owned the home for officially two months, I was watching TV and heard something in the kitchen. You can see the kitchen from the living room, there's a door frame but no door. I had just made myself some popcorn and, being me, had left the light on. I turned down the TV and looked back there but didn't see anything. Since there was nothing there, and I didn't feel like getting up to see what had fallen over, I just went back to the TV. A few minutes later the volume started to go up for no reason, to the point where it reached it's max. I couldn't turn it down so I turned it off. In the sudden black of the screen I could see the reflection of the kitchen doorway, and there was a silhouette of a person standing there. I was home alone.

I have a gun in my house, but I keep it in the nightstand drawer in my bedroom, and since I didn't have any other weapons I grabbed my remote and threw it as hard as I fucking could--but there wasn't anything there. I looked back at the TV and sure enough the shadow was gone. I knew someone was there so I called the cops. They looked around but they didn't find any signs that anyone had been there but me, and there wasn't much they could do about it so they told me to call if I heard or saw anything else and left. I didn't call them back though, not after what I saw next.

That night the whispering started again, but this time it was louder. I still couldn't make it out but it was enough to keep me awake. It seemed to be saying the same thing over and over and over again. Almost like a chant. Then, like last time, it stopped. It stopped for about another week.

In that time, I woke up in the middle of the night. I usually sleep straight through the night so this was pretty strange. I just felt uneasy and sick to my stomach. I went into the bathroom to piss and did so without incident, but when I passed the mirror I saw it. There was a man next to the toilet, watching me. He was about six foot I guess, completely nude, and didn't really have any facial features to speak of. He had these really small beady eyes, two slits for a nose, and a really long, thin mouth. He was completely emaciated, like a fucking holocaust victim, and almost looked like he had been burned. All down his body were these cuts full of maggots and his skin was peeling. I'll never forget that, because even though I had just pissed it was the first time since I was six that I pissed my pants, and the first time I have ever screamed out of fear.

I left that night and checked into a hotel. The clerk almost didn't give me a room because I came in with only my lounge pants on but I convinced him that I really couldn't go back home, and after some talking and a bit of bribing he gave me a room. I stayed away from the house for two days before I couldn't afford a room anymore and went back. It was at this point that I called the first psychic. He told me to just pray and tell the man to go away, go toward the light and all of that shit. I could've almost strangled the bastard.

I did what he said though. That night I sat in my living room with all of the lights on and got on my knees and I prayed. Now, I'm an agnostic. I haven't prayed in seventeen years. But I prayed to the Christian God and I prayed damned hard. I got an answer, but it wasn't from a God at all, it was a voice right behind me. It was low and scratchy and strained, and all it said was "Mine." Then I felt this sharp pain in my back that lasted for a good ten seconds and left me writhing on the floor. When I was able to stand I looked in the mirror and scratched into my back were the words "All Mine."

I got on the phone and I called a fucking priest.

Finding a priest into this kind of shit is hard. Most of them just tried to convince me to come to their church or ask for forgiveness, and most of them told me that I hadn't prayed hard enough. There were like five catholic churches in the phone book, and the second to last one was actually legit. I got on the phone with a man, I'll call him 'father priest'. Father priest told me he'd be over immediately, and told me to get out of the house until he got there.

He only took about fifteen minutes, and we stood on my porch while I filled him in on what had happened. He'd been in town for several years, but he hadn't know the previous owner or done anything like this in the neighborhood. He told me stuff like this didn't happen very often anymore, because most of the 'real' cases were solved by fake psychics and everyone went along their merry way. As you already know, when I invited him in he stopped at the doorway and shook his head, and just looked at me and said "No. This is his. He doesn't want me here. He can't hurt me but he can hurt you. I'm sorry. I'd recommend moving."

I told him I was too poor to move again. He gave me a pitiful look and shook his head, said a quick prayer, and walked away. I followed him to his car, and as he was getting in he told me to hire another psychic. He knew one that he could vouch for. He gave me her name and told me to look her up. So I did.

I crashed at a friends house and called the psychic, and she came the next day. Like the priest, we stood on the porch and talked about what had happened and I filled her in on everything. She told me that it was almost like a barrier was around the house. She couldn't see in, and she didn't want to go through it. She said she could almost see it, like a distortion of light. We talked a bit longer and, against her gut, I convinced her to at least take on step through into the house, just to tell me what she felt, so I could have some idea of what was going on. She did.

She walked through the door and instantly rolled her head back, her eyes flipped back into her skull and she started to scream this chant in a language I've never heard. I assume that she'd probably picked it up somewhere but it was extra frightening to me. She started to pour blood out of her nose and I panicked a little, and then I just felt like pushing her out so I did. She collapsed onto the porch and I got her as far away as I could. As soon as I got her into the driveway she came to, and she just cried for about twenty minutes, and then she looked at me and wiped her tears with her sleeve and told me in the kindest voice "You're really fucked."

I almost pissed myself a second time.

After that she just left. I, of course, didn't go back to the house that night, and in fact I haven't slept there since, but since I owned the place I did want to figure all of this out, and I thought that the first step would be figuring out what I was actually dealing with. The friend I'm staying with currently is pretty cool. We took my laptop, and we hooked it up in the house facing the living room and the kitchen. then we used her laptop to Skype it so we could see what was going on. We did this for a few hours and we didn't see anything at all.

Well, we didn't see anything, but we certainly heard a lot. You could pick up the faint whispering that I'd been hearing at night for most of the time I'd lived there, and at times you could hear something breathing directly into the microphone. At one point, the same voice that had said "Mine" said "You're a coward" or "Such a coward". Nothing else really interesting happened the first night.

The second night was when things got very interesting.