Creepypasta stories

Neverbloom

I lived in a grey house in Middle Of Nowhere, Oregon for the early years of my life; and I say "early years" because the word "childhood" just doesn't seem to roll off my tongue right anymore. You see, between the ages of 12 and 15, I lived there for good reason. It was a nice house, good area, affordable for my parents, and it was relatively tranquil and quiet. It may have seemed good then, but they made a mistake that they were sure to regret for the rest of their lives. The downfall was this: I had no neighbours, no kids that I could be friends with at all, and there was rarely anything interesting around. It's hard for me to remember some small details because it was a while ago now, but luckily, people tend to remember the most traumatic and painful experiences in life. Everything that happened (I call them the "dark days") started when I was 15 and decided to be adventurous and explore the forest path beside the house.

I still remember looking upon the path, immediately looking back to the red front door of the house to make sure my parents weren't watching, and going to venture through the woods. I walked to the edge of the roots and stared into the dark, lifeless soul of the elms before continuing on, and after the courage welled up inside of me, I ran down the rugged path. Running through the forest, it felt like I was running through a patch of cold air the entire time. It was like when there's air conditioning in one room, and you get that sudden blast of cold as soon as you walk into it. There was an ominous fog that seemingly hovered above the ground, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I slowed to a jog, even slower to a walk, then a halt; I was lost. There was so much fog, I could barely see, and it felt like something was closing in on me, watching me; hunting me. I was panicking and I needed to calm down, so I frantically looked for footsteps, and I remember being so relieved to have found them I could've cried.

I followed them as far as I could until the fog started to clear, and I could find my way out. I reached the edge of the tree line and I could finally see the light of day again, but then I realized something was off. I looked around and couldn't see my house anywhere, but there was another house, and it must've been really old because it was falling apart. The roof was almost bare, the front door was wide open, and the paint was peeling off the walls. I walked around and thought I must've made a wrong turn somewhere on the way, but I couldn't see my house, or anything familiar anywhere. The only thing I could think of at that time was, "What if the footsteps I followed weren't mine?", and, "If they weren't, who's were they?". I couldn't believe what was happening. I contemplated going back through the forest, but I couldn't bring myself to go through it again, so I decided to walk around to the dirt road and go around. Finally after 45 minutes of walking, I saw my house and ran the rest of the way home. How is it possible that I went that far through the forest? It went by so fast... oh well, I decided to be happy that I was safe at home rather than dwelling on what happened.

I walked inside the house and as usual, my parents asked me where I went; I said I went for a walk. I ate dinner and proceeded to go on my computer to surf the internet and listen to music. The internet at that house was horrible, but providing the location, it was understandable. When I was surfing the internet, the internet would completely turn off and on at random times though; it was weird. And also at times, the screen would also flash unusual colours, turn negative, and go black to red randomly. I got tired of the horrible internet, and went to bed while listening to music. I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night to a pitch black room, with music playing in the background like a surrounding white noise. I got up and turned the music up a bit before I heard something weird outside. I wiped the thick condensation off my window, and looked towards the tree line only to see the trees blowing in the wind, making the hollow noise of a thousand dead symphonies, but nothing else noticeable. I shut my window, went back to bed and tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling I was being watched, the same thing I felt in the forest that day. I put my covers over my head and shut the world out, and finally went back to sleep.