CreepyPasta

Peace and Quiet

'Well you've heard plenty of ghost stories and myths in the past haven't you? Of course you have. But have you survived an urban legend?

Or... worse...?

Ever known someone that people now fear? Whose name dare not be spoken?

This is the story about Matt and his one golden rule.'

Back when I was younger, barely a teenager, my friends and I thrived off of horror stories, ghost stories, legends, pretty much anything really to get a true scare.

We would “Ghost Hunt." Yes, childish, I know, but after all I was a child. My friends and I would research horrible, gruesome and disturbing stories. Stories of insane psychopaths with the taste for blood. No really! Some drank blood. Stories of humble families, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stories of darkness that could swallow the brightest light and stories of evil; raw, unrefined evil.

One dark night, you may think, "how typical!," but in my defense it was 1:30 in the morning, the bleak and sorrow filled clouds that loomed over head seemed different tonight somehow as if the joy from the world was drained and the ominous clouds that loomed above were the shattered remains of happiness and warmth.

I remember feeling a bit of remorse until that was washed out by a sharp intense pain on the back of my head. I turned in a rush to face whatever that was causing me pain.

"Snap out of it, weirdo." said a familiar, trustworthy voice. "Oh sorry man, didn't know it was you." I replied.

Leo, one of my long time friends standing with a grin that seemed almost too wide for his face. "We found a killer place, man. Totally morbid." he said. "The guys are waiting on us." He motioned to me to follow as he began to walk down the dark road.

As I followed I began to notice certain 'things' happening. I could hear the rustle of the leaves that barely gripped the limbs of the trees. My hands felt cold, clammy, as if I had been holding onto a ledge for dear life. My heart thudded with each step I took almost in unison.

Sound of my heartbeat grew louder and louder so loud in fact I wasn't sure if this sound could just be coming from my chest.

"Can you hear that?" I asked to Leo. He didn't respond to my question, he just kept walking.

But the most peculiar thing that I had noticed, was the clouds, they seemed to follow me. My heart started to beat faster as I increased my pace.

When my gaze fell from the sky and down to my surroundings I stopped, and to my horror I couldn't hear Leo's footsteps. Slightly shaken I spoke out. "Leo! Leo which way did you go?" I shut my mouth tightly in order to hear a response. I closed my eyes, I figured the loss of ones sense could increase the others right?

I couldn't hear anything.

Not even the wind.

A strange yet welcomed calmness fell around me, nothing I had ever felt before. I don't remember how it made me feel exactly but I grinned for some reason, almost as if I had finally had what others described as "Peace and Quiet".

My rational thinking quickly over came the sudden stillness. I opened my eyes and peered around once more, through the darkness of the night I could make out the streets, lined with some abandoned houses and random debris. Though the yards were not a strange sight to me, I've seen wreckage my whole life, nothing new here. . that was until I until I saw them, the clouds, as if they never left my side. As if they were to comfort me.

As if, as if they were protecting me from something. I then felt a stinging pain on the back of my head. Turning around almost as a reflex I saw Leo. He looked at me with a smile and told me to "Snap out of it, weirdo."