Creepypasta Stories

Full Circle

hey guys thank you so much for the fifty reads as i said in one of my earlier fan fictions every read means more than a lot to me. hope you enjoy the rest of my stories.

Names we give have power

As we discovered too late

For we have named the nameless one
And thus have sealed our fate.

Our time has come full circle,
And now we have the end
Of lives or story who can say
As we turn the final bend.

Oh Wanderer of Blazes,
Will you please pass me by?
I am not worth your interest
So leave me here to die.

As the flames close in and curl
Around this frigid winter night,
I pray I will not see you coming
By the fire's light.

Rourke lay in the early morning twilight, unable to sleep, staring at the green canvas above him and listening to the twittering of birds. He heard Mira typing quietly on her laptop on the other side of the tent. They had bought an external battery that held a decent amount of charge to keep it and their phones running out in the wilderness. The battery was running low though. They'd have to go to a town somewhere to charge it up.

Mira stopped typing and Rourke heard her close the laptop. "It's finished," she said to herself.

Rourke pushed himself up on his elbow. "You're done?'

Mira looked over to him, eyes red from lack of sleep and nodded. "It's done. I'll still have to look over the proofs when they send them to me. But the story is finished. I am ready to send it in."

Rourke scooted out of his sleeping bag. He zipped it up and began to roll it tight. "Well, good timing. We needed to go into civilization to charge the battery anyway."

"We'll need to hit a place with free wi-fi," Mira said. She was sliding her laptop in her duffle bag and packing in other small items, like her notepad. "And coffee. Good coffee."

Rourke laughed. "What, you don't like percolated coffee?"

"Not when you make it weaker then water," she said, unzipping the flap at the front of the tent. Sunlight streamed in and Mira blinked against the sudden onslaught. She poked her head outside slowly, looking left and right. "No signs of tall people in business suits," she said pulling back into the tent.

"That's good," Rourke said, hefting his duffle bag up. "You have everything?"

"Yeah," Mira said, hefting her own duffle bag. "Let's pull the tent down and get out of here."

Mira and Rourke ducked down and walked out of the tent. It was a decent sized tent, meant to house a family. It was camouflage colored and blended in with the foliage around it. For the past two months, Rourke and Mira had moved from campsite to campsite and state park to state park, and, occasionally, private property (which was when the camouflage came in extra handy). It was somewhat ironic, hiding from the Slender Man in the woods, but as long as they stayed near a water source like a lake or river or even a stream, they didn't seem to have too much trouble.

As long as they didn't stay anywhere too long that is. As they walked, Mira remembered back to the end of their first week of camping. They were at a state park site, camped near a decent sized lake. It had been three in the morning and Rourke had been sound asleep. Mira, however, had had trouble sleeping ever since her encounter with the Slender Man at the hotel that ended with the entire hotel in flames. She was determined to finish her story and bring it to publication, to try and put some dent in the path of destruction this thing was weaving.

As she had been typing, Mira had noticed a long thin creeping shadow in the pool of light made by her screen. With a gasp she had turned around to find a tall slender shadow just outside the tent. She had leapt forward on Rourke, shaking him awake. Which turned out to be a good thing when a tendril ripped through the tent fabric and struck where she had been sitting, splitting her laptop in two.