The house is so quiet. Why is it quiet? Usually the tv is on or mom is screaming at me to come downstairs. "Hello?" I say, but only getting my echo back as a reply. I slowly make my way downstairs, looking around for any sign of life. I look up and I can't believe what see. There are yellow thread-like strings hanging from the ceiling! "What the hell?" I mumble to myself, pulling down one of the strings. "I don't remember these being here when I got home yesterday.."
Just then, I hear a quiet cackle. Not like a witch's cackle, this one sounding more...guy-ish? Whatever... you know what I mean. I don't know where it came from, because it was echoing through the house. 'Since when did we have an echo?' I thought to myself. I walk into the living room, listening closely for the cackle again.
"Heheheheh..."
There it is! This time I quickly moved into the direction of the sound. Then, it got suddenly very dark. "Where did all the lights go? There should at least be moonlight!" I quietly said, putting my arms out so I wouldn't run into anything. Man, that would be embarassing. Running into a wall or someth--
WHAM!!
I rammed my leg into the side of the counter. "Motherfu-- God damn it!!" I exclaimed through clentched teeth, holding my leg while balancing on the other. "Stupid counter! Stupid darkness!!" I scolded angrily. I gingerly put my leg back down. 'That freaking hurt!!' I yelled in my head.
Amongst my scolding the counter and darkness, and yelling in pain, I thought I saw a flash of yellow out the corner of my eye. I quickly turned. Yes! I did see something! 'More of the yellow thread stuff...,' I thought, inspecting it, 'But what is doing here and why is it here?' I pulled on the thread, but it had some tension on it. I again heard the cackle, but it was more like... laughter?
"Hahahaaahaha!!"
Evil laughter at most. Like you know, in those horror movies where the killer or whatever is watching your every move and as you get closer, they start laughing evily, because you're their next victim or something. Anyways, the thread seemed like it was connected to something and it looked like it went into another room. 'Wait..' I thought, following the thread. "The basement?"
I groaned. Of all the places in the house, it had to be the basement. I hate the basement. I get this creepy feeling when I go down there. Like I'm being watched. Plus, since it's an old house, it likes to creak and make noises... especially when I'm home alone.
I open the basement door and look down. Pitch Black. You won't even be able to see your hand right infront of you face. 'Did we have a power outtage or something?' I wondered. No.. the clock on the microwaves is still glowing.. It read 12:00 am. Midnight.. "I'm not going down there. Nope. Nuh uh." I shook my head. "You know what they say, Jake. Curiosity kills the cat!" Then the laughter started again. This time closer. Louder.
"Haha. Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" It was coming from the basement.
The thread started moving like someone on the other end had a hold of it. "OH HEEEEELLL NO!" I dropped the thread and slammed the door shut, keeping my back pressed against it. My heart was racing. Felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I took slow deep breaths, trying to calm it down. Eventually, it slowed and returned to a normal rate.
You know, I do kinda wonder what's down there. Where the string leads to. What's on th-- 'NO! No, Jake! You are NOT going down there.' I mentally scolded myself. But, of course the curiousity took ahold of me and I walked over to the counter to grab a flashlight from one of the drawers. "You are crazy, Jake. Crazy and stupid!" I mumbled, making my way to the basement door. I grabbed hold of the thread, opened the door and made my descent down the steps into the dreadful darkness.
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A/N: I'm going to end this chapter here! The neighbors in the apartment next to me keep making noises like slamming cupboards and stuff and I'm starting to get a little creeped out writing this. Plus, I'm home alone.. :/ But, anyways, I hope you like it! I'll try working on the next part as soon as I can! Leave a comment and vote!! <3
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The Puppeteer
FanfictionThe Puppeteer is a creepypasta that supposedly "helps" people in need. Mostly kids who don't get along with their parents. He saves kids who are being abused at home, so you could call him a hero. But, there's a twist; He's also.... a Killer.
