CreepyPasta...? Engels

The Black Figure

Sorry kom hier net pas achter: HET IS ALLEMAAL ENGELS! Het spijt me zooooo erg!

Freddy Krueger only stalks the victims that fear him, right? He plays with their dreams and gets into the deepest and darkest parts of their subconscious minds, right? That kind of stuff only happens in movies, right? Wrong. Even talking about what happened last month makes me feel nauseous and uneasy. It was no movie. It was real.

We moved to Pirnes on July 17th, 2012. This is a little town located on the border of the United States and Canada. It is so small that it is not shown on maps of Ontario. Instead, it is just another area between Toronto and Missassauga. If you look on a map today, you will not find Pirnes because the government decided to take it off of every map in 1994. This plan was confidential which is the reason nobody is aware of Pirnes. The only people that know about this town are the residents. Even though it is not on a map, it is still there. Chances are, if you've been in between Toronto and Missassauga, you've passed through Pirnes...

The first day at our house in Pirnes, I spent the day exploring indoors and outdoors. The inside was beautiful: high ceilings, light wooded flooring and red and black walls. The outside was beautiful as well: large fountain, colorful garden, and a wide variety of statues. That night, I sat in my warm sheets and dark blue comforter fit for a sixteen-year-old boy and thought about Arizona, where I used to live. Its been a day and I had already missed the gorgeous orange sun and the cuspate saturated green cactus of Phoenix.

I was reading IT by Stephen King with the only light being the one emitted from the light holder clipped to my book. I had an uneasy feeling in my room reading about a killer clown. Approaching the last chapter, I turned off the light and closed my book to save the last leg for tomorrow night. As I lay in my bed trying to go sleep, strange enough, I had this scared feeling in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't a feeling of being watched, a feeling of being touched – it was just a feeling of being afraid for no reason. I had no reason to be scared, but I just was which was weird. I ignored the feeling and went to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of my mothers voice. "Wake up! We're going fishing." I put on a t-shirt and khaki's, gobbled up my breakfast and loaded the car with the fishing tools. Landing on a dock on Lake Ontario, I took out my fishing rod, stuck a worm on the hook and threw it in the blue water. I was very anxious as to what fish would be discovered first – Alewife, Burbot, Northern Pike, Muskellunge, Herring – thirty long minutes passed and all I got was a bluegill. After two hours of fishing, something very mysterious occurred. To this day, I do not understand why this happened, and I can't recollect all of the sights and sounds of that moment. I attach grub to the hook, and dip the rod into the cold water. I rotate the handle and wait. Five minutes pass... Ten minutes pass... Twenty minutes pass... I was starting to give up. One hour later, I felt heaviness on the pole. Alert, I perk up and reel in whatever was connected to the hook. To my dismay, a horrifying sight slapped me in the face. Not being able to understand exactly what it was, it spoke to me. "Help...Take me home." It whispered with wide eyes and a terrified expression under its wet, black hair. I made out what it was. It was a girl. She looked about thirteen years old. She looked like she had white skin with a gray tint. Blood was pouring down her face from her tear ducts and her mouth was stitched into a smile. But I could tell she was scared. I dropped her back in the water from fear and I screamed and fell to the floor.

I awoke in a hospital bed with my eyes staring at my flushed face on a metal desk next to the bed. My father walked in the room and asked "Are you okay? What happened? Do you remember anything?"

"I, what, where am I?" I question.

"You fainted at the dock today. What happened?"

I tried to remember what had happened. Then I remembered the girl.