Creepypasta Stories

the skroll

"Again?" Emily looked at his mother with a partial sadness on his face. "Mom, the fifth time to derive a new city." The girl's face took on a grim expression.

Emily's mother sighed and patted her daughter's shoulders. "Honey, you know how hard it is to find a good job where they pay well enough to have enough money for clothes, food, and home heating. Even if your father already gone, we have to be strong and to find our place. It can be difficult, but you will find friends here. "

"I think you're right, but I do not think I would find friends ... just ... Nobody likes me."

Emily began to sob, looking away from the anxious mother. It was true, I've never been someone called the soul of the party. "Do not cry, Emily. Mommy promises that everything will be fine. "Mother hugged his crying daughter trying to comfort her. After a few moments, Emily stopped sobbing and hugged her back her mother.

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"In the end, baby! This is our new home! "Mother smiled for her child and showed her how the house looks from the site. "I know it is not perfect and a little old, but do not worry. Soon we fix everything and the house will look great! "

Emily smiled and kissed the cheek of the mother. "I know, Mommy. The bottom line is that we will be together? "

"Yes, but we do. Let's go inside and wypakujmy all our stuff! "Amused, she grabbed her daughter's hand, running into the house.

Emily walked into her new great room. He was old. Everything was old - a bed, a wardrobe with a glass. Actually, it's been perfect, but she was only hoping to find friends at school, and because of this, that tomorrow was Monday, had to be ready for the big day. She was very tired after traveling to a new home, so decided to go to bed much earlier. She lay down on the bed, wrapped in blankets, turned off the light and ran away to the land of sleep.

The girl woke up in the middle of the night hearing a strange sound that arrived in her room. It's like scratching. "Who's there?" She sighed, feeling the fear creeping in front of her body. She hid under the blankets, but could still hear the strange sound of scratching.

"Maybe it's just a cat?" She said to herself teenager. She paused thoughtfully, "But how he got here?"

She got out of bed and felt brave enough to see who was there. Again there was the sound of scratching, but she knew it was only an animal. She began to search for the animal, then she heard the sound coming from her closet. She sighed, opening the door a big wooden box very slowly.

"Huh ?!" Emily was very surprised because I did not see anything. She knew, however, that the wardrobe was quite big, so I went inside to find out what seemed sound. When she entered the cabinet felt someone nozzle of her neck. This fear was the strongest I have ever suffered deeply in it. The girl closed her eyes and began to breathe slowly.

She felt that something or someone drapnęło her hand. It hurt her very much, so she ran away from the closet as fast as she could. She stopped, because of the new sound coming out of the closet. It was a sinister and you'd say pretty terrible voice of the boy in their teens. "Where are you going?" Asked the young man.

He jumped out of the closet at her and knocked to the floor. When she saw him (thanks to the light of the host in a room with a window) saw what he looked like. He was oddly inspiring. The first thing I noticed was his light-blue eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark. He wore a gray mask with traces of blood on it and had a light gray skin. When przypatrzyła, she could see that he had brown hair with something red on the ends. Through the darkness she could not see what he was wearing.

She swallowed when his eyes met hers. He just chuckled. Then I saw his hand. He was the gauntlet ... His nails were so long, never before seen. Ba! I did not even imagine that someone can have such long nails. They were like claws, "Freddy Krueger'a." She realized that it is these claws made her a bloody wound on his hand a little earlier.