HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #2: WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND (Part 4)

We watched the last clip.

The User explained to the camera, whispering and huddled in the dark how they had been there three days hiding from the Thing they presumed to be Mr. Gallagher. That the first night they'd bunkered down in the smaller bedroom upstairs and barricaded the door.

They said they'd called out when they heard steps downstairs, but then there was a howl that shook the house and it came for them.
He said it was like an animal slamming into the door and that they'd torn the planks and shutters from the windows to help secure the entry point. He said by doing this they managed to hold out for that night.

The second night after they settled in the same way, he said they stayed quiet this time around, that the night began smoothly.

He said he looked out the window at one point down into the field and saw black shadows of people in the grass watching him.
There were at least fifteen of them, he said, they just stood there and watched. It freaked him out.

The User's voice broke at this point as he gathered his thoughts; he explained that suddenly something charged at the door.

His friend to one side hushed him and he dropped into silence. His face was drenched in sweat, eyes red. He looked upwards.

The floorboards above creaked audibly and he swallowed hard.

They were hiding in the cellar, I realised.
He continued, softer than before, saying that had his friend not been leaning on the door the entire thing would have been busted in on them. They'd all had to brace the door, as the assault was stronger and lasted longer this time around.
That all they could hear was inhuman howling and dirt flying through the gaps in the door.
He lowered his voice again and the steps passed over him.
His lips trembled.

The door at the top of the staircase jiggled, but there was a thick length of wood holding stopping the door from being pulled open.

The door shuddered violently, before stopping altogether.
The steps moved away.
The User sighed despite himself and continued telling his story.
He said they were almost over whelmed, that the entire house was rocking and squealing. That something was beating the walls from the other room.
Screaming. They could hear screaming.
When the attack stopped, he said that the world went silent and they thought they'd suddenly gone deaf.

The User speculated that this Thing became stronger every night. That he only made his presence known after sundown, along with the other shadows out in the field, and that he went on the prowl like a beast.

He pleaded that if anyone was to find him, or his phone, to try and get out before It became too strong.
And that if you couldn't, he gasped, to hide and be quiet because he may not attack you if he doesn't find you. He suggested running if you could, and barricading yourself somewhere until the day comes, like they had.
He said finally that if they he got out he would delete all the information from his website, all the directions on how to get here.

The User, stopped at this point probably to reflect, before giving the password for his administrator access on his blog with clear instructions to anyone who found this to delete everything about this place in case he couldn't.

He finished his appeal by trying to pull out any other information he could remember; most of it was just talking about how he thought the woods could show them a way out if the tried to zigzag back out into the field.
They obviously didn't find the clearing.
He said that this place got weird when they lost sight of the road, any physical connection to the outside world; that this place was a trap.
Yeah, we figured that out on our own, but since I've wondered how Mr. Gallagher was keeping us there.