CreepyPasta stories

Witnessing

Day 1: I have to write a report for my job as a begginer detective and i decided to write a report on a famalie of two a young mother maybe in her mid twenties and her son who is aproximetly 6-7 ish. I see them on the bus everyday without fail. The mother always seems to be dressed in a waiters outfit, must obviously be going off to work and her son is in a school uniform. The kid always seems realy depresses and upset and as i notice when he gets off the bus and say goodbye to his mother he seems lonly no one meets him outside and he seems to get bullied but the mother just watches seemingly careless

Day 2: Same accurences as yesterday with nothing to report

Day 3: When the kid Ben i think i heard his name was stepped on the bus he was suprisingly happy and chatty wich is strange as ive never seen him like this but the mother seems annoyed as Ben keeps talking about someone and the expression on her face is the same as if someone is lying to you. When the bus stopped Ben seemed happy and skipped off to school not caring about his surroundings of bullies.

Day 4: I was waiting on the bus as usual typing on my laptop and i noticed Ben and his mother step on the bus but i noticed Ben has his hand raised as in holding hands with someone but his mother is already sat in the back, A imaginary friend maybe? It is common in a kid like Ben. But then i noticed that Ben was eating something, It seemed like rock candy! This confused me as his mother never buys him candy well not of what i noticed, But then as i turned back around and i saw them in the reflection of my laptop screen i saw something that sent chills down my spine. I saw a man all in black and white and is so tall he had to bend his head in the bus. I quickly span around and i couldnt see him so i quickly glared at my screen again and it was gone. I will never forget the pointed nosed mans face as its stuck in my mind.

Day 5: I am determined to see this person again that sat next to Ben on the bus but as they walked on the bus they were both sad, Depressed even and it seemed they both havnt had any sleep and Bens chatty mood was gone and his wasnt holding hands with anything anymore. Also on a side note i havnt seen the man in black and white that day.

Day 6: Once again i was waiting for Ben and his mother but there was no sighn of them both wich is very odd they bith have never missed a day from work and school. I thought they never woukd since she was a single mother and was working so i thought she cant miss a day at work.

Day 19: I havnt seen the famalie in two weeks and i was about to abandon this project but i thought i would give it one more day and it seemed i had a stroke of luck that day because Bens mother showed up but without ben and dressed in funreal cloths. My head was spinning and questions was popping into mu head. Where is ben? Whos funreal is she going to? Is it Bens? What happened? But when my head stopped spinning mist important queation came up. Was it the tall black and white man i saw before?

4 Months later: I was fired from my job for not comming up with a comolete repord but i dont care this case was too important to me and i had to continue on to share this uncommon story to people, I have read in a newspaper that 7 year old Ben was found butcherd in his room and was filled with rock candy. That had answered alot of my questions about where he was and whos funeral it was and i feel it even answeres my final queations of was in that strange mans fault, As i was reading the newspaper a person i reconised came onto the bus. It was Bens mother. But there was one thing i noticed straight away, She was pregnant! Once again i was confused as she is a single mother. But she doesnt seem happy she seemes scared as she hesitently strokes her belly

Later that day: I am alone in my flat in the dark because i cant afford electricity and i keep hearing a crokey like laugh and my name keeps being called. And ive just noticed something on my shelf. It is a box that seems discoloured from aging and i am hesitent to touch it but i feel i should ill report what happens.

This is Detective Gavin.H.Price. I found this laptop in a room of a murder i was investigation and i read through it for evidence and what i read was shocking and i felt i should continue his report as he was found dead pinned to his wall with large wrighting in different fluids from the victum And the message said. "Prepare for the next entertainment Blaight My very own SON" The sick bastard obviously has more plans.

End of report.

(A/N the creepypasta character that was mentiones in this was not of my creation)