HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #2: WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND (Part 2)

Rule Three: Lock the door behind you.

Unfathomable.

I hyperventilated and dropped to my knees. I did not understand how the world could move like the backdrop of some old Looney tunes cartoon on a constant loop in a chase scene.

My ears pounded with my heart and my tinnitus rang shrilly above it all making me dizzy and almost sick to my stomach.

I was so out of it and I could barely hear Jason to the right of me loosing his shit. He was screaming, swearing again. Thrashing at the long grass hemming us in.

My mind was reeling as to what to do next.

I couldn't think.

I just couldn't.

Jason stopped screaming. I don't know when he did, I just remember looking over at him. He reminded me of my little cousin just after he'd just had a tantrum. I didn't blame him though. It had been easy to forget at times that we were two grown guys in our early twenties.

I balked for a moment, realizing. How stupid could I have been?

I patted my pocket for my phone and found it right where I left it. I even had my cable and charge pack on me.

I checked the reception, it wasn't great, but I'd gotten call out of this thing with worse.

I dialed my roommate.

It rang out and went to voicemail.

I tried again as sometimes he leaves his phone in a weird place and can't take him a while to find it.

My roommate picked up.

I tried as fast as I could to explain everything, but before I got out my second word the line dropped.

I tried again. This time it rung out to no answer, not even voicemail. The call ended on it's own.
I kept trying. I didn't manage to reach him again and my texts didn't get delivered either.
Jason had since noticed and tried to dial out with similar results.

We were stuck.

We sat there for a while looking around. We were calmer but still freaked out.

We took time to process and clear our heads. We'd emptied out pockets and counted our supplies: a half packet of skittles and a roll of mints. There was water, not great water, but water.

We had a few skittles and left it at that for now. I could have murdered a burger and fries about then.

The wind picked up as night slipped in.
We didn't stop pacing around the yard until the sun had almost set. We may have stayed out

later as it was a clear night, but I couldn't shake the feeling something was out in the grass watching.

Jason said he felt it too.

It didn't help the gusts were moving the grass about as if it was alive. And the rustling was louder now.

I swear there was whispering as my ears picked up the lisps of speech every so often.

It became more apparent the later it got, I was certain of what I was hearing now and Jason shared what I wished to be a thorough delusion.

Neither of us wanted to go in the house as its visage had become ominous and imposing, however we weren't going to stay out here.

I was genuinely frightened at how surreal this place had become; before the madness was at least subtle, now it was blinding us.

Jason grabbed my arm.