Creepypasta (Rewritten)

The Gristers (REWRITE)

A/N: Hello again! So, the Gristers story is another great example of a genius idea with asinine execution. Because it was posted on 4chan, it wouldn't have the best grammar, but it still distracted me. Then there's the unnecessarily graphic depiction of the cat's death, the terribly handled 'rape dungeon' reveal, the swearing at the wrong times, and the character being sort of unlikable at times. I haven't changed the overall plot as much, but I can guarantee that what I'm giving you is a less awkward experience. If you enjoy it, let me know.

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Okay /x/, or whatever creepy board this makes its way onto, I put it here because I thought it'd get to the most people to whom it was relevant.

If you are one of those people who are inherently drawn to horror, you're in real danger. I don't know what it is exactly; I don't pretend to know everything that's going on, and in fact, I, myself, used to be drawn to the more realistic, non-supernatural horror stories. But... well, let me explain.

About a year ago, I was up at three in the morning, you know, that part of the night where you're so deep into it feels like it will never end. Anyway, I was up, clicking around, looking for a good creepy story I hadn't read before, really getting myself freaked out. You know the feeling, I'm sure. You LIKE the feeling. That's the problem.

Anyway, I'm reading, and I heard a pattering sound coming from the kitchen. I had a cat, so I just assumed it was her. But then I glanced at my bed, and my cat was there. Now, I'd been freaking myself out for a while there, so I was nearly trembling with fear as I opened my bedroom door. I live alone in a single-bedroom apartment, with just a bedroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom. My bedroom door opens up to the kitchen. It was pitch black, the moonlight gleaming off the linoleum. I strained my ears and listened. I heard nothing.

I admonished myself for being so paranoid. It was just random house noises, right? Or maybe a mouse in the walls. I was about to turn around and head back into my room when I heard it again. I saw something scatter across the linoleum in the kitchen, heading for the bathroom.

It was small, but it was definitely not a rat. The limbs were way, way too long. The torso was far too high off the ground. And the way it moved... it moved quickly, but so awkwardly. In any other circumstance, I might have reacted differently. As it was, I was scared shitless.

So, you know, I basically froze for like ten minutes. It was the size of the thing that convinced me to move. No matter how weird, or fucked up it was, it was so much smaller than me. It couldn't have been that dangerous, right?

So I grabbed the broom that I had leaning against the wall of the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and headed back towards the bathroom. I realized that with the lights on, I'm barely scared at all, you know, more intrigued.

I opened the bathroom door. Before I turned on the light, I made a quick scan. Nothing. I flicked the switch and looked around. Still nothing. I even looked at the ceiling. I threw the shower curtain open. Nothing still.

What could it have been? My mind started inventing explanations. It definitely had four limbs; maybe it was a big-ass spider who had lost four of its legs somehow? That could explain the awkward movement. It was good enough for me. I was about to go back to bed when I thought, on a whim, to use my broom to poke behind the toilet, between the wall and the base of the seat.

When I did, it hit something solid, and it scurried out. It looked like a tiny human. It was pale as a maggot, with dirty gray streaks running along its skin. It moved on all fours, with long, thin fingers that grasped the ground. Its skull was completely bald and it had no eyes. The skin looked like it had been torn away from the lower half of its face, leaving the teeth and gums exposed.