CREEPYPASTA

Desired

Have you ever felt wanted, but by something you seriously did not want to be desired by? Perhaps someone is attracted to you, and you can't get them to acknowledge your lack of interest. Maybe there's someone at work that you don't care for, but they always talk to you. These people do not truly ask for you though. That admirer hopes for your affection and companionship. That annoying person at work, they just want a friendship with you most likely. Can you say, that something truly wanted you? Not something from you, but you; flesh, blood, and mind. Willing to lie, intimidate, bribe; anything it could think of to get you. Believe me, it's something no one should ever experience.

My family and I moved into a large old house in our small town. Living there was a temporary arrangement. There was tension in the old house, and so my parents felt we should live somewhere else for a while. They just honestly felt that living somewhere else a bit nicer for a bit would relieve some stress.

I was merely eight years old at the time. I actually was quite excited to live in the house. There was no ominous feeling. I felt no dread as I explored the two story dwelling. It was old, and so naturally, there was that slightly decayed look. At night there was a lot of creaking and other small noises. For the most part however, it was a normal house. I'd play my Nintendo 64 every night before going to bed, keep the TV on, and fall asleep easily. If I wasn't at school, I was probably playing around in my room. My best friend didn't like the house as much however.

The first time my friend was over, him, my dad, and I discovered a compartment behind the wall in my parents' bedroom. I was a scaredy cat, and didn't want to go in. Feeling safer with the two however, I dared to venture into the compartment. It was cramped, too small for my dad to actually fit. My friend and I could, and there was nothing to be worried about. There was some red and black spray paint applied randomly, but otherwise it was just bare plywood and some exposed insulation. There was one thing in that compartment. Underneath a latch door, was some very grainy sand. Within this sand were buried army men, kinds I hadn't seen before.

My father tried to squeeze in further to look. "Well, looks like someone forgot about their hidden army men. I suppose you two can have them now."

The thing was, my friend and I both didn't feel like taking those army men out. I didn't really think about it then, but doing so now, it's quite odd. Him and I both loved playing with army men for much of our childhood. Yet at that time, we both just unspokenly agreed to leave them. I really was ignorant, I just didn't feel right about taking them. It was like they were still somebody else's. To whomever they may have belonged to, I do not know. I was never able to learn who was there before us.

That event to me was insignificant, I really thought nothing of it. Still the nights felt easy, and I got plenty of sleep. My friend on the other hand, did not sleep so well. Whenever he stayed the night, he always complained to me that there were sounds in the walls. He described merely that it sounded like something was moving inside of them. I'm really not sure what the sound was like, as I never heard them while he did. Even when he woke me up in the middle of the night over the sounds he heard, I heard nothing.

The idea was still unsettling to me, even though I never heard it. I had come to know that the house held doors that were not in plain sight. There were small places you had to look to find. I always didn't want to know though. I just stayed where I felt it was normal. I knew nothing of these other places. It was like I protected myself the way adults do - denial. I simply somehow did not accept anything could be odd. Ignorance is bliss they say, and so ignorant I was. It would be one night, however, that would break the calm for me.

It was Easter night, and I was up a bit later than usual. Somewhere between nine and ten. It doesn't seem late, but at that age my parents took making me go to bed early quite seriously.