I clicked on the flash light as my feet hit the floor of the basement. It's like any normal basement really. Mine has an old couch and TV on the left side of the room and boxes everywhere else. Except, there is something weird here... Is that..thread? As I looked closer, the thread suddenly jumped up and flew over my head!
"Holy shit!!" I ducked down, the thread just barely missing my head. I stood back up and looked around for the thread. 'Where did it go?' I thought to myself, shining the flash light around. Suddenly, the thread came out o no where, wrapping around me, legs bound first and pinning one of my arms to the side of my body. It pulled me down and I dropped my flashlight, causing the battery to probably fall out, because the basement suddenly went dark again except for the faint yellow glow of the thread.
The thread started dragging me further into the darkness and I was trying so hard to reach for something with my free arm and hold on. I started yelling and struggling, but that only seemed to make the thread tighter. The laughter started again, really close this time. I managed to grab hold of the end of a box, but with only one arm, the strength wore out pretty fast. I was dragged to the other side of the basement, where more of the yellow thread was hanging from the ceiling.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAHAHAAA!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAA!!"
I was looking around frantically in search of the source of the laughter. My breathing came in short bursts, my heart pounding in my chest. I look up and I can't believe what I see. My mother. Strung up like a puppet. Yellow thread coming out, well more like going in through, her arms and legs! Everywhere! Thread in her head, mouth! Her face looked horrified. I screamed! Blood was everywhere!! I turned my face away only to come face to face with another face. He had bright, glowing yellow eyes. No pupils. Just plain, glowing eyes. He was smirking. He stood up and I could see yellow thread coming out of his fingers. All of a sudden he lundged at me and--
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I jolt awake. I look around, noticing I'm back in my own room.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Turn that god damn alarm clock off right now, Jake!!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I slowly got out of bed and walked over to the clock, turning off the alarm. I yawned and walked into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw I was sweating. My shirt was drenched in sweat. I turned the handle of the sink and splashed cold water on my face. Staring down at the water while it ran down the drain. I thought about my dream. 'What the hell was that all about?' I said to myself mentally. 'Who was that guy and why did he have my mom strung up like that..?' I took a deep breath and shook my head. I mentally scolded myself for worrying about a silly dream.
I walked over to the shower and turned on the water. A nice cold shower should wake me up.
**A few minutes later**
I walk out of my room, dressed and ready to go, rubbing a towel on my head to dry off my hair. I throw the towel on the bathroom counter and walk downstairs to get some breakfast. I walk over to the cupboard and grab a bagel. I'm not usually very hungry in the morning so, yeah. Just a plain and boring breakfast for me. Plus, just having a bagel is easy to eat on the go, so I don't have to stay in the same room with my mom.
I walked over to the stairs and sat on the steps, putting my shoes on. I heard my mom in the other room moving things around. I roll my eyes and quickly finish my bagel. Mom must've heard me, because she suddenly burst into the room, slightly startling me. She swiftly walked over and hit in the back of the head with her hand. "You got into another fight! DJ's mother called and said you jumped him!! I fucking told you to stop getting into fights, you good for nothing delinquent!!!!" She screamed, smacking me again.
I put my hands up to block anymore beatings from her. She started ranting how ungreatful of a child I am and that I shouldn't have been born. She yelled at me for not showing some respect and about me never listening to her and all the shit. When she finally stopped running her mouth, I took this chance to talk. "I wasn't the one who jumped him," I said, hoping she'd listen, "He jumped me." I even showed her the bruise where he punched me and my cut lip. I'm not sure I have a bruise where his boneheads kicked me, but I really don't want to lift my shirt and show her, so I never mentioned that to her.
"He never leaves me alone, Mom! I tell him everyday to leave me alone, but he just smirks and keeps coming back." I said, trying to reason with her. "No matter what I do, he comes back and tries to pick a fight with me. And you know what? I like fighting with him." I stared into her eyes. "Yesterday, you should have seen me. All that anger was released from simple punches."
She just stared at me like I was a monster. I waited for her to speak. Or at least do something. But, all she did was raise her hand and tried to smack me. I put my arm up and blocked her hand and pushed her away. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door, down the driveway, and didn't stop running until my house was out o sight. I stopped and put my hands on my knees, catching my breath. "Bitch.." I said under my breath. "And she tells me to show respect.."
I stood up straight and carried on my way to school, listening to my iPod the whole way.
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A/N: Let's skip ahead in the day, now shall we? :)
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I haven't seen DJ or his two followers around at school today. Maybe I scared them and they were too chicken to face me again. But, I can't really complain. I must admit, it is kind of a relief not having to deal with them today. I could go to my locker and open it without having it slammed shut again by DJ. Besides this morning, today has been a pretty good day. No one bothered me at lunch, everyone left me alone basically. Now, I just have to survive the after school chaos.
Once again, I waited underneath the same tree as last time, listening to Linkin Park this time. I was causally tapping my foot and bobbing my head to the beat when some one runs over and steals my backpack and running off again. "Hey! What the--?" I say, startled, ripping the earbud out of my ear. "Give me my backpack!!" I yell, running after the kid. By now, he was pretty far ahead of my but still in my line of sight. I'm running until my legs burn, but I keep it up. I catch up to the kid, "HEY! YOU! GIVE ME BACK MY BACKPACK!!" He looks over his shoulder, smirks, and drops it on the ground. I stop running, and grab it, watching him run off.
My lungs and legs are burning. "Damn, kid." I say inbetween breaths. "Wha-what was th-that about..?" Soon, I was about to find out and I will not like it one bit.
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A/N: Mwahahaha.. I left it as a cliff hanger! >:D Guess you're going to have to wait and find out! Don't forget to leave a comment and vote. :D
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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.
