Say a Prayer| c.h. +creepypasta oneshot

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-24 hours ago-

I walked in smiling my usual devilish grin.

And a dark figure followed.

I came up to the bar for what I was entitled to. As I was sitting down at the bar, glancing over the bartender I spoke up, "My usual." I owned up to that part of me, as within my fame it could thrive. I knew I could have it all. I always have known this, as if it was a fact. My parents, my sister, my schoolmates always took me for a fool until I found the rest of my band. Luke, Michael, and then we found Ashton. We were perfect, they would love us. And love us they did.

...

I just got back from a show, I was wearing a shredded Led Zeppelin shirt and black skinny jeans. The way I dressed could be described as looking for unwanted attention, despite being a man. And in all honesty, I always wanted attention, eyes, hands, lips on me, but this wasn't easy to find in the age of the raging feminists. It was hard finding any woman that just wanted to come back to my place to please me and then get out, or even head to the bathroom with me. I wasn't extremely picky.

Yet anymore, I was unable to find anyone who would come home with me, as I was told by management "No fans." because that would fuck up our reputation and I couldn't have that. Yet in my mind, what was the point of being famous if not to get whatever you wanted? And I wanted to get laid every day in a different city by a different woman with a different face. I didn't get how this was complicated or impossible. According to our manager though, I was too rough and after he saw what I did because I accidentally sent him a few snapchats while drunk. He should trust me and know that its fine. So I like it rough? So I bruised her badly? So what if I left her shaking? None of those things had anything to do with me.

And tonight I was going to get laid no matter what I had to do.

The dark being in the corner knew what I came for and was ready to do what was necessary to prevent me from getting my way.

-

I sat until the pub was ready to close, pining for the few ladies within the residence who sat farther away from the bar. Yet for some reason, these women wanted nothing to do with me.

The dark being so far was successful, looming over my shoulder leaving the women terrified and away from me, safe unbeknownst to them.

How dare they? Reject me? Stupid fucking feminists, always thinking they're entitled to tell me no... This was on the verge of sending me into a rage when I realized something, the bartender was female. Not particularly stunning, but she would have to do. I returned to the bar and offered sweetly as everyone begins to leave, "How's about I wait for you to finish closing up and walk you to your car M'am?"

She suspicious eyed a few other male customers who were currently grabbing their coats off the coat wrack who I assume spent the whole night at the bar pining for her. She then replied, "Uh, yeah thank you... I honestly was a little nervous to walk by myself."

My smile deepened once I realize I had her. She planned to trust me.

The large dark figure in the back corner of the bar hidden beneath the shadows crept forward little did I know. I didn't have her at all, but something would soon have me.

-

I walked out of the bar close behind her, slowly closing in on her as we neared the alley. I chuckled after being sure the parking lot was empty. The streets and alley were also empty, not even a stray drunk or homeless man resided within the area. She looked at me strangely and questioned, "What are you laughing about?"

I smirked before stating, "Oh just I finally got what I want..."

She looked nervously around beginning to think she had made a mistake, and she was right, "Please, you have to know this is a mistake..." As she spoke she slowly started to back up then turn away from me quickly to walk away.

I grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and slammed her into the brick wall of the alleyway. I inhaled deeply and smiled, "Sweetheart I think you should know this was in no way a mistake. You were the only one who would come my way. You were perfect for me, its practically like the bar gave you to me as an offering. I always get what I want, and everyone knows there's only one thing I could ever want from you..."

She shuddered and whimpered as I ran my hand down her side. Then suddenly I heard a loud scream. Something that sounded inhuman. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and she started to cry noticeably harder. As I turned around to look at what could have possibly interrupted me I saw something under the bleak street lights... It was large, it looked like a mix between a skinned animal and a hairless human. Its limbs were so fucking long and seemingly grew as I stared.

It began to crawl towards me and growled deeply, then spoke. "G..get back." Tears instantly sprung to my eyes as it spoke. I felt my heart pound almost in and out of my chest. Once I realized how close it was I ran shoving the girl to the ground. My feet slapped the pavement so hard that they almost stung, I felt as if it was there for me or something.

-

I finally looked into what I was and the only thing I found was a video on youtube in horrible quality that was a recording of a tv show. Someone fakely displayed what was seen as a woman spoke. She spoke of being at a Catholic boarding school, and she was out by the lake, it was late she was smoking and she drank as she waited for her boyfriend. Then it came for her. It came groaning and desperate for her flesh if she continued to fuck up. It groaned out its name just once, "I am... the rake." And somehow I felt that feeling again, like it was there for me, watching me, that it knew where I was. And I was terrified, little did I know, that's exactly what he wanted all along.