Creepypastas

The guy who wore the overcoat

Some people have pictures or stories of when they saw big foot, or the easter bunny. some people are liers. I have a story to tell, and believe me when I say it is true. I've never snapped a picture of a branch floating around in loch ness lake, but I have seen something that I shouldn't have, and now I'm paying for it. This story has no moral, and no happy resolution as far as I can see from my little pirtch. But I can hear the foot steps aproching so I will have to make it fast.

My name is Peter Storm. I tell you this in the event that you want to launch some search for me, but I doubt you will find me by the time anyone reads this. And even if you do I doubt I'll be alive. I'm writing this on a blog, deeply hidden in the internet, which seems to be an odd thing to be doing at this time, but I don't have a phone to call anyone with, and I already tried the 911 website, but it's block... Funny... Not much hope for me, but I'm hoping someone out there can find whoever is doing this and can stop them. Either way I think that is enough explaining.

I used to live near a park. Everyone took their kids there. Everyone in my neighborhood that is. I found it enjoyable. Something about the way children always seem to be happy, their giggles, and their laughs. I thought it was the best place to be. Always relaxing. Now I know how this next part is going to sound, it's going to make me sound like a creep, but I asure you I am not. I used to like looking out the window in my living room, it had a perfect view of the park, and I would watch the kids play as I drank some tea. It always seemed harmless... And then one day he came along.

Even now I don't know who it is, even though I'm in his or her house. It's impossible to tell, seeing as how within a month we had about three new families/people move into our little community. I don't even know it it's one of them. Could be anyone, but either way, sometime, I think it was right in the middle of may, it showed up.

One day while watching the childern playing in the park, I saw what I'm guessing was a well built man, too big to be a woman, but not out of the question. Though the sheer size of this person was not the odd thing. The odd part was that this person was wearing an overcoat. Keep in mind that I told you that it was in the middle of may, in the middle of the day, far too hot to be wearing a full body overcoat. I suddenly then had a bad feeling. I gently but down my cup of tea, and began walking out of my house, I felt like something was off, and I was right. Before I could even get there, before anyone saw him, he snatched a child. A little girl. He grabbed her by her brown pigtails, and quickly covered her mouth with his hand. I yelled out and pointed, trying to get everyone else to look. He ducked into the near by woods before anyone else could see him. I could tell who the little girls mother was. She was the one that started crying after glancing over to where her child was.

She was the one that began yelling.

We called the cops... They couldn't find anything. The man had disapeared. I tried to give them a discription but seeing as how I did not see his face, all I could tell them was the color of his overcoat. Grey.

Now I have one last thing to tell you, you may actually know me. I work up at the gas station, just at the corner of our street. Everyone in our small communite knew me, Mrs. Jones... I'd slip her an extra pack of cigerets every week. I tried to be the nicest person there. I tried to make everyone happy.

One day I saw him. He was walking by our little gas station, I knew the cops wouldn't be able to find him... I told my manneger that I was taking an early lunch break... I told him that I would work an extra couple of hours when I got back. He let me leave early, and took my shift. I went the way I thought I saw the man go. I couldn't find him again though. I just kept walking along the side of the street, trying to find any evidence of where he went. As I look back on it now I realize that I should have called the cops, but it's a bit to late for that.

I didn't even see it happen, when he knocked me out. Blackness just suddenly came upon me, I went light headed, and passed out...

Here I am now... Talking to people that can't hear me, hoping someone will come along and save me. But I see that is not what is going to happen. I doubt anyone will even read this for another couple of months. I realize now that this is a usless endevor. Here I am hanging upside down by some chains. I can here the whir of a blade somewhere in another room. But thats not the worst of it. By writing this I'm trying to keep my attention in check, and to stop my self from looking around, something I am trying my hardest to not do. If I do that again I will see the gutted and mutalated bodies of several other children, all hanging from their own chains, piles of intrails under them. If I look again, more vomit will be added to the bit that has already acumulated.

I hear the footsteps, their louder, definitly a mans. I'm afraid that I don't have much more time. I don't know why anyone would want to do that to children, why would someone

A blogger to the end... I'll let him get this through... Hes still trying to talk to me, poor thing... I hate this place with a passion. It's too happy here. I like taking it away, It's a good feeling. I want you, whoever reads this to know, that I will find you. And I hope you're happy, because it will make it all the more pleasurable for me when I take it away. Once I'm done here.