Creepypastas

Wisp

The rain fell heavily during the foggy night. The grimy streetlights flickered on and off, illuminating the deserted streets. Off in the distance, every so often a vicious bolt of lightning would strike, the sound echoing loudly through every street and alley. It had been an ordinary day.

People made their way home from a hard days work, continuing their usual schedule of wake up, eat, go to work, finish work, eat, watch TV, sleep. Michael was one of these people after spending his first day working at a new cafeteria, newly opened with a good pay. The only problem was that it was situated a few miles away, so, being a 17 year old college student, he was forced to take the train.

Michael sat alone. He preferred it that way, no one to bother him or bring up unwanted subjects, or even to just be there. It would be a nuisance.

The only other people he could see were a few old looking people reading newspapers and sipping on the cheap coffee bought from the vending machine last stop.

The lights of the train flickered regularly as Michael stared out of the window, his cheek resting on his fist as he passed house after house and traveled through tunnel after tunnel. He took a deep sigh as he scanned the night sky.

It was a clear night, the stars glistening through the black blanket and the large, full moon showering the landscape with a soft, elegant light. Despite the boredom, Michael was relaxed and content. It had been a good day.

The train entered another tunnel, throwing his imagination off course as he jumped back into reality. Looking around the interior of the train once again, Michael submitted to the old-fashioned way of life upon noticing the newspaper laying neatly on the table in front of him, so he picked it up and flicked through, hoping to find something of vague interest. After a few moments, he came across a news report from the 24th March 2012...Today's date.

It read:

"MYSTERIOUS MURDERER LEAVES ENTIRE FAMILY DEAD"

"Horror has struck the small town of Darlington today as a family consisting of a father, mother, 2 sons and a daughter have all been found dead in their beds. Reports say that detectives arrived at the scene only to find no possible evidence left behind but a knife lodged in the mothers throat.

Forensic scientists have attempted to gather a DNA sample on the handle of the knife, however the tests show the last person to hold it was the mother, and as of now this case has ruled off the possibility of this being suicide."

Michael stops reading there. Not only due to the story, but the fact that he lived in Darlington. He was on the way back there right now. Slowly approaching the town in which a murder resides.

It was an odd thought that made him unsettled. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and wiped the sweat from his brow. Enough of that newspaper, he thought to himself, as he put it down and laid his head back, his hands in his arms and his eyes firmly shut.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Michael froze.

Slowly, he opened a single eye and dragged it to the source of the noise. To the left. Out the window...The sound of tapping on glass continued...

Tink. Tink. Tink.

"Just an animal or something..." he whispers, his voice still shaky despite his attempt at self-assurance. However, as his eyes met with the window...the hairs on his back stood straight.

There, in the darkness of the tunnel, a pitch black figure stared from the bottom left of the window, straight into the eyes of Michael. It appeared to be a humanoid but...made of some sort of dark cloud, similar to liquid nitrogen. It had pinhole eyes and, even creepier, a large, human-like grin...Michael could also faintly hear it..almost as if it was struggling to breath.