Everything stopped, people were stood like statues all around me, people in cars, men on bicycles, babies in prams all lifeless, frozen in time. Or at least, it seemed that way.
Those words hit me like a ton of bricks.
"He's back."
He couldn't be back. I banished him long ago. How could he have escaped? I have to stop this, and I have to stop this now. I quickly thank who I was talking to, and go home to pack my bags. This was it, I decided. It was time to end this once and for all... again.
I pack my bags with incredible speed, and race to my car, throwing it into drive and quickly zooming off to find the empty lot where I'd met him all those years ago. It's not just over. It's on.
I throw myself out of my car and onto the dark pavement, the only illumination provided by the moon and stars above me. I call out, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ANYMORE!" I scream the words as they escape my lips, anger spewing out of every syllable. Where is he? Why isn't he showing up?
At last, the portal opened, revealing a wendigo like creature. He emerged with a cloud of what I can only describe as a black mist. He seemed taller and more skinny than he had previous. Only two words escaped his thin, chapped lips as he spoke, his voice like sandpaper. I rubbed my eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.
"You called?"
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Mental Health Creepypastas
HorrorI'm back! It's ArtsyGirlie, and this series of stories in the form of creepypastas to help me cope with my horrible mental health, since I go to scary stories such as Creepypastas for comfort. Enjoy!
