Creepypasta Galore

Persuaded

Credits to GodzillaFan1 the original author of Persuaded

It's been two weeks since this whole thing started.

It all started with an accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers—plenty of people wanting to help the poor, defenseless animals. Plenty of victims

Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy; they started scratching and biting the clean-up volunteers. They said it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker

Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. There were screams to open the door, but that's when it all went to hell—as soon as they cut the door out

There were six minutes of broadcast before it went silent—six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. They were breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people weren't fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report; it was sheer brutality, snd yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. There was six minutes, then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with the regular news, the economy, the weather, and a cute human interest story, but they couldn't make us unsee what we saw.

I tried to continue with my regular existence, but each time I switched on the news or walk pass a news stand, it was there: this big mystery. They had some explanations: it was an infection, or maybe brain parasites, but it didn't matter. It wasn't the infection we were afraid of, it was them

Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised... And yet, we've all seen this before. It's in every zombie movie, ever. People don't know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee, but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn't make it. Three days after, they arrived in my town.

I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that's where the movies lied. They ran through the streets screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, and doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware

A group of them made their way to a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference; they just kept coming. My barricade wasn't going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look, and I wish I hadn't. In a two story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.

I don't have any panic room or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. There were no windows, and only one door; it had a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub with water so I could stay for a while. I sat there in the dark with the distant screams in my ears.

I began to feel like I may have overreacted; it had been two hours with no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they may have moved on. Maybe I could leave the room and go to the kitchen. I could grab some more food to wait it out. A crash came into the front door. There was a sound of someone running full force to the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There were a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. There were rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple of screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in pitch black darkness of the room. There was another bang, and then another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.

This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. Then it got worse

"Why don't you open the door?"

There was a voice on the opposite side of the door. There were no screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them

"We've come for you'

"You'll be happier if you open the door"

"It's not so bad..."

The whispery voices became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, break me, fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane, but this was worse - a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they'd get bored, but they don't get bored, and they don't leave. I managed to use a mirror to peek under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams, and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago.

I don't know what to do anymore... Maybe it won't be so bad