Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24999889-20141221194745

So, I tried posting this story two times, but both times they were deleted. Is there something wrong with it? Please answer. I really don't see what is wrong with it. Is it because it's IRL or what? Here it is:

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This is a new series of mine of IRL things that just creep me out. This is creepy things that has happened to me in real life. This includes dreams, imagination, and things that REALLY happened. So, hope you enjoy it, and if you can figure out what the heck happened, I would be grateful.

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This is a true story, and I'm not joking. I know how people throw the words, "THIS IS REAL YA'LL" at the beginning of all their creepypastas, just to add 'affect' or whatever, even though we all know it could never happen. This story doesn't have hyper-realistic blood, death, or any paranormal beings, I just thought that, "Hey, this is the CREEPYpasta wiki, and this is pretty creepy to me" So, here we go.

I live in Georgia, and not where all the big cities are like Atlanta or Dalton. I live basically in a jungle out here. I'm looking outside my window right now and all you can see is trees, going far as I can see. We have neighbors, of course, but I never knew them. One in front of us has a demented poodle, the one beside us belongs to my brother's ex-girlfriend, it gets a little awkward sometimes, then there is the one beside us. it always freaked me out because their driveway is a straight path that gets smaller and smaller as it goes, until it touches a house that looks miniature if you look from the beginning of the dirt road. The house was white and looked rusted, even though I've only seen it from a far distance. I never knew who lived there, and frankly, I don't want to.

One day, I was about 10 or 11, me and my brother were outside playing basketball. My brother is the perfect example of an athlete. He plays basketball and soccer, and he goes to work out with his friends everyday for about 2 years now. And I am on the computer all the time. I wonder who is better at basketball? Anyway, it was during the fall, so the sky was grey and the wind was cold to us. Well, me of course, I don't believe my brother even noticed the breeze. I was worn out and sweaty by the time is got to HORS, while my brother was 'just getting started' as he always states. We have a basketball goal right beside our driveway, so all the dirt and rocks made it hard to run for me, if you were wondering.

"I'm going back inside" I told him. I could not breath well compared to him at the moment.

He looked at me funny, "Come on, the game is almost over" He said back to me. I shook my head at him. "Alright then" He continued to play by himself. I walked back into our 2-story house. I felt terrible. I went to my room and got on my computer as I always do. Back then, I only used the computer to watch Let's Plays and all that. But were sidetracking here. It wasn't 30 minutes until my brother came into the house. He was usually worn out by now, but he ran back inside to my room. I heard him stomping right beside me to look out that same window from before, barely breathing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Is there a bee outside?" By now, my brother has rushed back inside the house at least 5 times because of a little bee that always disturbed his tanning session on our pool. He continued to look rapidly out side, almost destroying my window curtain.

I was concerned now, so I asked again, "What's wrong?"

"I don't see him now," My brother spat out from under his breath. He kept on looking at all sides of the window until he turned around and sat on my bed. "Christ, man" He began telling me what happened:

So, after I went back inside, he put on his earphones and listened to rap music as he tried neat tricks on the net. He did so for about 10 minutes, until the ball hit the backboard and sprung behind him.

Now, whenever something looks weird, we always expect the worst. One time we could've sworn we saw an UFO spacecraft flying above us while we were on a trampoline. (It wasn't a airplane by the way, DAD!!) Then we always have those weird dreams, like one of his was him walking in a circle over and over again, but every time he finished a lap, he got younger and younger. Then I had one recently where I woke up from my dream, but I couldn't move, and there was a black thing walking beside my bed, then I snapped back into the dream. But all that could've been fake. (Except the UFO, though. That crap was real.) But this really happened.

My brother turned around to grab the ball, which landed near the woods. Now, my brother has horrid eyesight so he couldn't make it out, but he saw something grab the basketball and throw it back to him.

"Hello" It said. He was cloaked all in red, not one skin was showing. It didn't have any arms to pick up the ball, but it could have been under a red cloak, but my brother couldn't tell for sure. It had no signs of a face, none that my brother could see, Just red in front of him, like a mask. He had a long pointy red hat on top of his head. It had the voice of an 8 year old.

My brother couldn't talk as the ball rolled back to him. He stared at the kid, trying to make out anything, but all he saw was a short red figure with no face.

"Don't worry," The little red boy said, "I'm just an hiker"

The boy turned it's body, and smoothly, without any foot step noises, walked back into the trees. My brother couldn't see him after he left. He bolted back inside to tell me what happened, and to secure his safety.

The reason I brought up the neighbors was the way the kid turned back was to that house, but we didn't know if he lived there or not. Why was there a little boy all by himself walking through the woods, wearing nothing but red and a pointy hat? I have no idea. All I know is that he was just a hiker.

Well, that was the story, does anyone know what the heck just happened? Every time we tell someone this story, they just laugh and look at us funny. My dad says we're just crazy and that none of that happened. My mom even said my brother made it all up to scare me, (BTW, it scared the heck out of me) but what do you think it was. I don't want to make the idea of KKK pop up, but still, a 8 year old all covered in red, with a pointed hat, slithering through our woods is not a good feeling to have at night, since almost every night, the motion lights in front my room turns on, and the next day we find frogs, drowned in our water tank. But that is for another story, but hey, thanks for reading! And, if you see something like this coming out of the woods, run.

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Alright, what is wrong with that? Did I break a rule or is it just a piece of crap-pasta XD 