Crazy Life

Chapter 2

Chapter Tw0

                Visitors in the Night

　

I don't know what woke me up, but something was off. I sat up from my bed, and looked to my window. It was oddly open, and my bedroom door open as well. I never sleep with it open, let alone any door or window for that matter. I quickly get up and go to my light switch and turn the lights on. Strangely they wouldn't turn on. I felt my skin crawl on the inside. The feeling of ecxiety rushing into my viens. I could hear a loud bang from downstairs. I jumped at the sound. Somebody was in my house that was for sure.

I could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly rushed to my bed as quietly as possible, and grabbed the pocket knife from under my pillow. Rushing to the closet I hid inside, hidden in the long pants, it the corner, with the loose blankets that were sprawled out on its floor. It would be hard to notice me, with all of this unless I moved. Which obviously wasn't going to happen.

The footsteps came into my room, and I swear I could hear my heartbeat. I was surprised they couldn't hear it. They obviously walked around my room, openning drawers, and my desk. I could hear them shuffling around some of my papers. Most likely the drawing of all the CreepyPastas I've drawn. I wanted to bad to jump out and attack them for going threw my stuff, but I knew if I did they would find me. I moved silently to peak out of the smile lines in my closet door. I could see a tall male like figure, standing by my dresser. They had a drawing in one hand and something esle I couldn't quiet make out in the other. They had black skinnies, and a yellow hoody on. I wanted to say it was a CreepyPasta, but that was impossible. All of a sudden they turned around and starred right at where I was looking out the closet door. I made sure not to move, but gasped silently when I saw them. It was Hoody! Like literally, the Hoody was in my room. Yellow jacket, black mask with a frowning face on it and everything. He put the drawing down quickly and started making his way to the closet. I shuffled back into my closet corner, holding the knife tightly. He crouched down, looking into where I was looking, he moved his head a little, side to side; as if to see. With no results, but the darkness of the closet he moved back a little. The other item in his hand visible. It looked like the doll Jay found in the video he went to the house. I think it was Entry 18, or 19. It looked like a little naked Slendy with sewn on eyes. He manovered it so it was sitting in front of the closet, with a hand brought up to its face. Like it was telling me to stay silent. He stood up again, and turned to the desk. I moved to the closet door again, and looked out at him, keeping an eye on the doll as well. He pulled out a paper, and grabbed what I could make out was my favor pen. He began drawing something on the paper, and started writting on it. Once he finished he put the pen back, and turned to the closet. He walked over to it, knealing once again. Of course, I was back in the corner. He looked in once more, and held a hand up. He stuck his finger out and waved his hand. Like a Dad or a bad guy from a show, when he ment ' no no no'. Then he brought a it to the mouth of his jacket. Mimicking the doll, like he was telling me to be quiet. With that he walked over to my window and opened it. I watched as he jumped out before finally opening the closet. I crawled out, grabbing the doll, knife in my other hand. I looked at the doll, it seemed like a normal doll, but a doll from a killer cant be. I went to my window, and peaked out at the corner. I could see him in the tree line. I couldn't really tell if he was facing the house or not, yet something was telling me he was. I waited until he left, and closed it. Making sure it was locked, then headed to the desk. Setting the doll and pocket knife down, I was shocked to see he drew a picture of Slenderman, and himself. it had writing on it as well. It read:

　

' MISS SILVER, THIS IS A WARNING. KEEP YOUR NOSE WHERE IT BELONGS. WE AREN'T AFRAID TO CUT IT OFF. '

　

It was such a simple message, yet it held such a bigger one. I wasn't dumb, I could take a hint. I needed to stop being so curious, but thats a lot harder than it seems. Aside from that, they visited me already. Hoody saw me! I don't think it was just a warning to tell me to stop, I think it was also to say that they would be back. I turned the paper over, to look at it. I turned it back to the front and eyed it one more time. Finally noticing the small baby message at the very bottom.

　

' By the way, find a different hiding spot. I could see you as clear as day;)'

　

A giggle escaped my lips, but I stopped myself. He knew where I was hiding. The only question was why he didn't attack me, or drag me out. I mean I'm hella glad he didn't, yet he's a killer... I sigh again. Wait a minute! That jsut confirmed that they would be back again. Ugh this is way to much. I drop to my butt, and lean my back against the desk. The note from Hoody still in my hands. What was with the winky face? I shook my head, what nonesense was I thinking of. Getting up I put the note in the drawer, and climbed onto my bed, knife back to being under my pillow. I guess I should just go to sleep, even if I didn't feel safe. I let my world fade out, questions swarming like bees protecting they're hive. Little did I know I wasn't alone in my house for much longer.

Morning came way to quick, I felt like I only slept for an hour at the most. I went to bed early and got extra sleep, why- My thoughts were cut off when I noticed the doll from last night sitting on my desk face me. It was moved so that its feet were dangling off the edge, and its hands were holding on. Not the position it was in last night. He came back?