SCP Short Stories

Stalking Friend

The sky was filled with dark clouds. Not one ray of light beamed through the dark sky. The only way someone could guide themselves through the darkness were the lamp post throughout the neighborhood. And that's exactly how Jefferson is making his way back home.

Well, at least trying to.

Every few seconds he would look around or over his shoulder to see if someone was following him. But he never does find someone.

Everything about him was a mess. His black hair was messy, his skin looked inhumanely pale, and he had bags under his brown eyes from being sleep deprived. He hasn't been able to sleep lately with all this paranoia of someone following him. He knows someone is following him. He's even showed evidence to his friends, but all the photos with the strange skeletal dog in it looked to be photoshopped from photographs he already had in his phone.

No one believed him. Someone was following him, taking pictures of him, but no one cared. He had solid evidence now. This.... this THING was now sending pictures of him that he new wasn't on his phone. He tried showing these new pictures to his friends again, but they grew tired of this supposed joke and ignored him. He tried reporting to the police, but they thought it was just some stupid prank to waist their time.

Jefferson was scared. He felt hopeless. There was someone, something out there stalking him, taking picture of him so close. He can't sleep. He can't knowing that it's there, outside his window, in his house, looking at him.

Suddenly, his phone rings. He tensed at the sudden noise from the pocket of his hoodie. He didn't want to look to see what it was, but at the same time, he needed to see. With a shaking hand, he reached into his hood's pocket and took out his cell phone. He gasped and shook when he saw it was a message from that thing.

He opened it slowly. Once he saw what it was...

He ran.

He didn't look around. He didn't look behind him. He just ran. The rush of adrenaline making him run faster than he's ever ran before. Fear was the only thing coursing through him. It was the only thing in his mind. Except for one thing.

Home.

He needed to get home. It was the only place he was safe. Once he's inside his home, he can lock all the doors and windows. He can finally be safe. He can be away from that thing in the comfort of his own home. He just had to run. Run faster and never look back.

He was tired. God, he was so tired. He was trying to run back home after almost a week without a good night's sleep. He can feel his knees weaken underneath him. They felt ready to collapse but he couldn't. He couldn't stop running. Not when he's so close to home. He saw the apartments into view. He was close. Just a few more minutes of running and he'll be there.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached the apartments.  Now slowing his run to a jog, he turned all the corners he needed until finally stopping at a flight of stairs. He ran up the steps as fast as he could while desperately trying to take out the keys from his pocket. He reached his door and put the key into the hole and turned it. He opened the door and closed it shut once he was inside. Though he wasn't finished. He locked the door, ran to all the windows, and locked those as well. He ran to his room and locked the door along with his window.

After closing the blinds, he was finally able to stop and breath.

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He breathed in and out, savoring each breath. He felt as if thorns were growing inside his throat. Though he felt it was too risky to go back out and grab a glass of water, he was glad that he felt safe again in his own room.

Slowly, he walked to his bed; his knees threatening to collapse. Once he reached it, he got his phone out and threw it at the edge of his bed. Then, he grabbed his blanket, sat on his bed, and wrapped it around him, protectively.

It was silent. The only thing that could be heard was Jefferson's jagged breathing. After fully catching his breath, everything was finally silent. With that satisfactory, he laid his head on the bed rest and sighed in relief.

He was safe.

He knew he was.

There was no need to worry.

Everything was going to be fi-

His phone rings.

His eyes shot open and his heart starts racing.

It was that thing. He knew it was that thing. If he opened his phone he would see what that thing sent him. But did he want to see? Did he want see what that thing sent him? His doors were locked. His windows were tight shut. All the blinds in the house were closed. What could that monster possibly sent him?

He knew it was risky but had to. He had see what that monster sent him.

With a shaking hand, he reached towards his phone. Slowly, he grasped the smooth, cellular device and brought it towards him. He turned it on and put in his password. At first he saw the picture that sent him running. It was a picture taking taken right behind him. And once he saw the last picture sent, he dropped his phone and looked towards the closet in front of him.

No.

No.

It can't be.

Jefferson's eyes widened in terror; his mouth gabbed open.

They're here.

The closet door slowly opened. Jefferson could only shake in terror and stare in silence as he sees the head of a beast slowly emerge out of his closet.

And then..... he screamed.

Might make a comic of this. Idk.