Don’t Look At Me – Creepypasta

Lost in the Woods - Creepypasta

Estimated Studying Time — 6 minutes

I maintain the pillow round my head so she will’t hear me cry and to dam out the whispers.
We left city a month in the past; an previous indifferent home within the suburbs was all I may afford now after paying for her remedy. Skinny picket partitions create a way of vulnerability; rotten flooring echo with each creak. Our previous home contained inside its 4 partitions nice heights of pleasure and depths of sorrow; This sinister barrack is equal to a few interminable weeks counting canned items and useless makes an attempt at paternity.
With one thing above my head, I in some way really feel safer, like imaginary beasts at the hours of darkness cannot see me if I can not see them. Each nook of the room that is not touched by the moonlight varieties a pitch-black abyss that might conceal something. The home is swallowed up by sections of unknown house; But past a infantile worry of spindly ghouls, I believe I am extra pissed off by what I can not see than by what I can. The twigs appear to faucet and faucet on the home windows within the wind; they would not are available in in the event that they knew.
At an ungodly hour of this sleepless night time, I jerk to my ft – a crashing sound within the hallway. I believed perhaps I might have a peaceable night time however she at all times finds a strategy to scare me at night time. I attain for a torch and seize the doorknob, pausing to brace myself for the worry these nights might maintain.
There isn’t a ghostly fantasy ready for me on the opposite aspect, only a darkish, silent hallway resulting in the kitchen. The scent of previous cigarette stains at all times brings again reminiscences of my grandmother’s home. Alongside the best way, I cease to hear at her bed room door. Do I wanna hear one thing? Indicators of life however nothing else, please; there are not any extra nurses to observe her, no extra sedatives, no extra restraints. The wind is blowing a lot stronger tonight. I lastly hear the slight loud night breathing of my little lady, relieved I let loose a trembling breath.
Within the kitchen there are not any comfortable songs, no cooking smells. No extra. Right here, putrid nicotine meets rotten meals and rodent aromas. A window is open above the sink; I transfer to shut it and see the items of a damaged plate within the basin under. He should have wobbled on his aspect in opposition to the draft. Did I shut it? My reminiscence is deceiving me today.

As I lock the window, I see an extended, distorted face within the darkness outdoors. His pallor shines at the hours of darkness of the night time, his eyes appear misplaced in cavernous plunging sockets. Concern programs via my veins, however as I look once more, my very own gaunt, sagging face stares again at me, illuminated by the flare. A spirit enraged by the invisible at all times conjures up seen demons. Such issues are usually not actual; it’s the unknowable human situation that’s actually harmful. A bottle of whiskey catches my eye subsequent to the sink. Not tonight, not but.
Strolling down the corridor with some peace, my blood froze as I discovered her door open. I step nearer, revealing a superbly made mattress and a closed window. I scream his identify in useless. Making a lot noise is one thing I attempt to keep away from on this place. We despatched her to them as a result of they stated they might treatment something, even exorcise her, however when the cash ran out, she got here again totally different. Worse than earlier than. It is solely me now and I can not assist it.
On the ground, subsequent to the mattress, one thing gleams within the moonlight. I bend down to select it up. An extended pointed piece of a damaged plate. The final piece?
My contemplation is interrupted by the sound of the entrance door slamming in opposition to the kitchen wall. However one thing else? The moan of the wind? Cracks in partitions or flooring?
“Who’s right here?” I scream as I rush in direction of the kitchen in awkward panic, knuckles white – with worry or the need to battle I do not know.
My anger subsides once I discover the kitchen empty of intruders. There is no little lady on the market at the hours of darkness. As I shut the door, I begin crying and scream his identify once more.
“Sufficient please! Rosa! To return again.”
I do not know what’s worse: that I can not discover her, or the nights that she’s right here with out me with the ability to acknowledge her.
“Dad?”
I flip to see her watching me from the hallway, expressionless, blood dripping from deep cuts on her cheeks.
“The place did you go? What did you do to your self? Did you open the door?
She simply stares at me via unsettling eyes stuffed with tears. Hole eyes sunk deep into his cranium; the identical hole eyes that watched me from the window, the identical hole eyes of the nurses who refused to deal with her.
Cleansing the cuts on her cheeks, I ask once more what she did.
“He follows me daddy, he likes to scratch me once I’m not wanting.”
It is the identical factor she stated to Dr. Forrester the night time they needed to transfer her. I had seen photos of frantic lacerations on different ladies’ faces; a woman underwent reconstructive surgical procedure to exchange her nostril.
“I do know honey, I do know.” I stated apply the bandages.
“Take a look at me.” I stated holding her little palms. “It isn’t actual, keep in mind, the whispers, the claws, the worry.”
She did not appear comforted by that. “You possibly can take your drugs now as an alternative of within the morning OK?” And I will convey you a glass of milk.
There was no milk, water would suffice. Her meds ran out two days in the past, paracetamol ought to do the trick.
I tuck her in and lock the bed room door. I transfer a chair in opposition to her door prepared to sit down there all night time to ensure she will’t harm herself once more. First I take the bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, then I keep in mind. I open the drawer subsequent to the sink and below the equipment manuals and unsolicited mail I see it. Taking the revolver out of the drawer, I examine the cylinder, two photographs.

I sit down, prepared for it. There can’t be quite a lot of hours earlier than dawn. I have a look at one aspect of the corridor then the opposite, however I can by no means see each. After only some minutes, I hear it, one thing like a whisper. Weak at first however rising stronger. It drifts below the door and tickles the eardrum in essentially the most disturbing method.
One thing strikes within the nook of my eye, I activate the torch to disclose…nothing. It isn’t actual, despite the fact that I really feel it touching my pores and skin, it isn’t actual. My senses deceive me, however that sound, that whisper from the opposite aspect of the door, that exists in essentially the most horrifying realms of actuality.
The stronger it will get, the extra I squeeze the bottle, the sooner my leg strikes up and down anxiously. They thought that by placing her in her personal room, she would have nobody to chop and no cause to scare the opposite ladies along with her whispers. They had been unsuitable.
“Don’t have a look at me.”
Vague hisses grow to be audible sentences, saying little or no however talking to each fiber of my nerves.
“Do not have a look at me, do not have a look at me.”
She continues, louder however with the identical unnatural tone, I can hear her tossing and handing over her mattress. I consider her playful chortle, of the painful days that left her in day care, of the primary photograph along with her mom, making an attempt to recollect why I am doing this, why I put us each via this. I swallow the bottle and fumble round with the revolver in my pocket. Holding the heartbreaking feeling in my coronary heart, I sing a lullaby her mom used to sing.
“Do not have a look at me, do not have a look at me, do not have a look at me.”
As she hisses, it appears to succeed in a crescendo. A cry crosses the wind and whispers. I jerk open the door, desperately longing to discover a wizened witch or ghost; I would like her to be proper and her torment to return from with out, not from inside. One thing I can battle, see, perceive.
I discover a room solely occupied by my little lady, blood dripping once more from the contemporary scratches on her face.
“I can not take it anymore, it follows me, it scares me daddy.”
“I do know honey,” I stated taking her, “that is why you are so courageous.”
I squeeze her so exhausting it should harm. The revolver makes a gap in my pocket. What else can I do for her?
I do not know the lady whispering and scratching behind the door however I do know this little lady in my arms proper now. She’s the one factor I’ve. I carry it into my room; with out a door, perhaps I can cease him from hurting himself.
As I tuck it in, I understand that the worry has been changed by a sense of forgetfulness; I can not see inside her thoughts, I can not save her it doesn’t matter what. These are the ideas that encompass me as I strive to go to sleep subsequent to her.
Then I hear it.
The whisper, now nearer than ever. Why does this piss me off a lot? I attempt to ignore it.
“Don’t have a look at me.” She whistles across the room.
Why does she say that? Why the lower?
“Do not have a look at me, do not have a look at me.” She will get louder.
I really feel her struggling on the opposite aspect of the mattress, I want to show round and see her.
“Do not have a look at me, do not have a look at me, DON’T LOOK AT ME.”
I lastly flip; she’s mendacity there, her eyes vast in terror. Why was there no blood on the piece of plate or on his fingernails? She stares on the house behind me; his lips didn’t transfer.
The bottom creaks, a breath whispers in my ear from behind. “Don’t have a look at me.”

Credit score: Blair C.

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