Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

4☆Pretend

Again with another chapter!

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Luke stepped out of the comfort of his best friends house into the cold winter air. The sun was quickly slipping beneath the horizon and the trees cast long twisted shadows across the yard. Luke said goodbye to his friend and thanked his mother for having him over, as their goodbyes closed right as the front door slammed shut, and silence fell right over Luke.

He stared across the lawn into the twilight forest that awaited him. It was only a fifteen minute walk from his friends house to his own, and he had made that walk countless times before, but as he watched the night descend upon the world, something sinister had begun to fill the shadows.

Luke knew what was coming next. It happened often, but he knew it would be coming for him tonight. There was an acute sense of dread in the air, and he could almost feel it's gaze watching him from the ever lengthening shadows. Luke stepped off his friends porch and into the night.

Luke crossed thirty yards from the porch to the beginning of the forest path with little incident, but as he entered the woods, he entered another realm. No longer did he live in a world with modern conveniences where a warm, bright home was only a short walk away. Instead it was a primeval existence where danger lurked in every shadow, and his only salvation was a nights march away.

Luke has been walking little over a minute when it began. Far in the distance standing between two trees, it was there standing motionless, watching him. It's twisted figure lit by the dying rays of the sun. No sooner had Luke seen it, then it was gone, and with it vanished the last traces of daylight. The hunt was on.

Luke began to move faster but he had to hold himself back, knowing that if he broke into a run, it would soon chase him down. This wasn't Luke's first time seeing the thing, and after enough encounters he learned the rules. He was not to run and scream or it would be angry. If it was angry, Luke would receive a deep gash on his arm or on his leg. Luke had been fortunate to never anger it further. He knew if he kept calm and walked home; the thing would not punish him. It would be terrifying but he would arrive home alive.

The first time he had saw it, he had run home with his heart ready to rip itself from his chest. He received a nasty cut down his leg from his troubles and arrived home dirty, bloody, and trembling. He had stumbled into the house and sunk to the floor, shaking and crying. When he had told his mother what had happened, she dismissed the whole thing as a product of his overactive imagination. She promised to get rid of the thorn bush that had scraped him and told him to calm down.

Since then he stopped telling his mother when he saw it, and when the thing cut him he hid it from her. Not only did his mother blame his imagination, but so did everyone else he tried to tell; his father, his brother, even his best friend blamed his overactive imagination. His father and brother told him to stop playing pretend and act his age. Lukewas alone with his twisted companion.

Luke continued onward, trying to contain his fear. Every second he fought the urge to scream and run for his life. Luke knew that at any moment it could appear. He might turn a corner and it might be in the middle of the path. He might glance to the side and see it behind the nearest tree, but no matter what he never saw it for long. Luke was not even sure what it looked like, since it never stayed in sight long enough for him to set it's appearance in his memory, although he rarely saw it.

Whether it was noxious smells of filth and blood, ragged panting or drooling, Lukas knew the thing was close by.

The walk was stretching to an eternity for Luke. He felt as if he left his friends house hours ago, yet there seemed to be miles and miles to walk until he was home. Luke began to pick up the pace a little, and his steps quickened, he heard a shuffling gait behind him begin the ruffle the leaves. It was incredibly odd since he heard it's footsteps before.