Creepypasta

"HIM!"

For some reason, they don't believe me. Now I'm stuck in this crazy house. They think I killed her, but I know it was HIM. It had to be. I would never murder, or hurt a soul. Especially if it was my own little sister. My name's Jasmin, I'm 17 and I remember it like yesterday. This is my story.

My little sister Ashley was into creepy, scary stuff, so she was always on her phone, or laptop. "Whatcha doin'?" I ask.

"Reading a Creepypasta" she replys.

"What the heck is that? Oh wait, let me guess some scary stuff? You little creep. What do find entertaining about this stuff? It's not real."

"It's awesome that's why I like it, and it is real. Now go away please. Your questions are distracting me from this neat story."

"Okay well you need to get to bed. It's almost 12am. Mom and dad went out hours ago and will be back soon. If they find a thirteen year old up this late, they'll yell at me, and you know I'll be pissed at you for getting me in trouble. Not to mention, they'll give me a whole lecture on how to be a responsible older sister."

Ashley groaned and lay her phone down on her dresser. She rolled her eyes and turned her lamp off. She laid her head down on a pillow and closed her eyes. I shut her room door and walk into the kitchen. I hear the doorknob turn. My mom, and dad walk in.

"Is your sister asleep?"

"yes"

They walk through the kitchen, down the long dark hallway, and into their rooms. I wondered what those stories that my sister were always reading were like. I then, took this moment to sneak into her room and take her phone. I walk down the hallway, the long dark hallway, and open the door to my sisters room. There it was on the dresser. My sisters iPhone 4. I grab it and turn it on. My sisters room was so dark, and her phone was so bright. I had to shield my eyes, so I turned my head toward a corner in her room and saw it. The phone went dark. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or not, but I had to make sure. I held the phone toward that corner, and turned it back on. I saw it only for a second, until the next thing I knew, my sisters bedroom door was wide open. I could see its outline from where I was standing. It had the figure of a man. I saw from "his" hand that "he" had a knife.

"Who are you?" I ask.

I shine the phone light on "HIM" again. I realize it most definitely was a man. A really creepy looking one. I jump back. He had his eyes wide open, and a big smile on his face. He looked really dangerous. I take a step back, bump into a chair and drop the phone in shock. His knife had blood on it. I search for the phone by feeling around the floor. I find the phone, grab it and stand up. I look toward the doorway where the man WAS standing and shine the light. He was gone.

"MOM! DAD!" I yell. I turn the light on in my sisters room. I walk slowly across the room toward my sisters bed. My sisters body was very still, and the house was an eerie silence.

"Ashley?"

She was silent. I put my hand on her leg and shake her.

"Ashley?"

Still no answer. She was on her side. I turned her body over, and saw the worst thing ever. My sisters throat was sliced open. Tears filled my eyes. She was struggling, like she was trying to say something.

"He- Cre-pasta mid nigh- man." she said.

"What?" I sniffled silently. My sister stopped trying to talk. Her body was very still. Ashley was dead. The lights turned off and everything was pitch black. I saw HIM in the doorway. He started to walk toward me.

"MOM DAD HELP ME!!!" The lights turned on. My parents ran in and gasped at my sisters body.

"IT WAS HIM! HE DID IT! CALL THE POLICE!" I said and pointed toward the empty doorway.

"What are you talking about?! AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER!! SHE'S DEAD!! WHY? OH MY GOD! OH LORD NO! CALL THE POLICE" yelled my mother.

"WHY JASMIN? WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU?!" yelled my father. They looked at me as if I had committed the murder.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? IT WAS HIM NOT ME!" I yelled.

"WHO ELSE COULD HAVE DONE IT! YOU HAVE THE KNIFE IN YOUR HAND JASMIN!" my mother yelled. It literally made no sense. HE disappeared, and I didn't recall picking up a knife. I looked at my sisters laptop. I ran toward it and turned it on. A Creepypasta story popped up from earlier. The title said, THE MIDNIGHT MAN. That's it! HIM! Creepypasta aren't real though, are they?

Too bad no one believed my story though. I have been locked up in this crazy house ever since that night. Now I know Creepypasta is real. It wasn't me who killed my sister I swear. I KNOW IT WAS HIM.

Hey guys this one I tried to submit in the creepypasta contest on creepypasta.com
By: Nykeria Brown ( me)
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