Ryan the shadow demon ( A creepypasta OC fanfic)

How long has it been?

Quick thing to say:

The dude in the cover and this picture are the same people of what I imagine my OC character looking like.

How long has it been? A hundred, maybe even two hundred years? it's hard to remember anymore that's for sure. I trek around the abandoned village, shrouding me in it's surroundings, the weather seemed to match the mood of the old town, dark and gloomy. The sky held a dark shade of gray,the air surrounding me was as cold as ice, the trees swayed along with the wind, leaves and every once in awhile bones crunched under my feet. As I walked through this place more and more I began to forget about how run down this village is, broken down buildings, burnt houses, it seems as though mother nature itself gave up on the old town leaving it to deal with its own problems.

I continue walking around until I came to a stop in front of an old burnt down building, the remains of it was simply just ash and rubble. The question of how hasn't the ash been blown away by now is still unknown. I look around at the area that used to be called a village, I couldn't remember anything from my past but I felt some sort of link to this place, I've been here a few times trying to regain my memories, it didn't help much but it gave me a little hint of my past and that was enough to keep me going. I walk on countless amounts of ash and remains of buildings as I tried to reach a certain destination that was located in all of this relic. It's kind of ironic though, someone as old as me calling a bunch of rubble relics.

I continue to stroll around in the mess until I came to stop. I look at what was in front of me, the area around there was all clear of any ash or remains of the building. A Satanist Pentagon. Around it were splats of blood scattered around here and there. By now the blood didn't seem to faze me anymore since I've been here a countless number of times. I slowly sit down keeping my distance from the Pentagon and rest my elbows on my knees.

As I looked at the pentagon that was painted on the ground in what looked like blood, memories began flowing into my head, like a river flowing over the round surface of stones. The remembrance was painful but I endured it and allowed the "Show" to go on.

"No, please, NO!"

I could practically feel the pain of the whip slashing across my chest, I shudder but let the memory continue,

"Again! I could practically feel his presence now!"

I hear the sound of a whip and distant screaming, I shut my eyes and take in a shaky breath, sure these memories are painful, but there the only things that can help me possibly regain my past. After a while of sitting there thinking things such as,

What were those men doing to me?

Why were they doing that to me?

Why would I be there in the first place?

After I gave up on trying to give myself an answer I stand up my legs held the sensation of jelly but I manage to rise. Surprisingly. I turn my back away from the scene and walk away.

I continue walking in the opposite direction, slowly getting farther and farther away from the old burnt place. I go to the same place I always went to on my visits here. A house. I come to a stop in front of its front gate and my fingers curl around the cold metal surface. I rest my forehead in-between two of the poles and look up at the house. It was bigger than the others, but it still looked just as old as the other buildings, this place also has some sort of link to me, it felt as if an invisible string tied me to the old place. I sigh and look up at it with sorrowful eyes removing my face from the cold black poles and let the memories suck me into the past yet again.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?!"

this memory wasn't like the last one, I actually felt like I'm actually in that exact place, the one back at the building looked like it was from a third persons  view which changed the feeling of anxiety I had felt since the beginning of the two memories.

As my eyes filled with tears I force out, "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

I let cold metal slip out of my fingers grasp as I drop my hands by my sides. I felt a single drop of water land on my nose, I look up at the sky and another one falls on my forehead. I continue to look up at the sky and close my eyes and let the droplets shower down upon my face.

I get thrown into a room that was hardly ever used. It was coated in dust and spider webs.

The light sprinkling turned into a harsh shower, I no longer have my face facing the sky, instead I begin looking at the ground with no emotion shown pain my face.

"Stay here until you have repented on what you have done!" And  the door shuts causing some dust around the frame of the door to drizzle in a downward motion.

Even though it was too late, I pull the hood of my grey sweatshirt over my now soaking wet jet black hair.

"But I didn't do anything wrong." I whimper and I begin to bawl my eyes out as I rest my back against the wall and slide down hugging my knees and wait for my release.

I didn't notice until now but I was now on my knees, my hands were clenched tightly around the poles as I had my head resting upon the cool metal surface. I felt a tear that I didn't notice before either roll down my cheek. "What could I have possibly done to make them so angry?" I asked myself through tear filled eyes.

I take an unsteady breath and stand up my legs shaky, I put my hands in my pockets quickly subsiding the tears that were going down my face like waterfalls. If it was possible that someone was here and saw me, they wouldn't be able to tell due to the rain that now soaked my face as well,overpowering the tears. As the rain poured down on me I walk away from the ghost town hoping that those memories were enough to keep me away from this place for a good amount of time.

i'm sorry to those of you that are actually reading this for taking such a long time, when i was almost done with this chapter, my little sister decided it would be funny to delete the entire thing, anyways, here it is hope you enjoyed!