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   I really should have just waited.

 

I closed my door as I came inside of my home, dropping my bag by the door. It had been a long day at work, and I was exhausted. The sun was setting, and most people were coming inside. Well, who wouldn’t? It wasn’t safe to be out past nightfall. I sighed, walking towards the chair sat in the middle of our living room. Our home was quiet, obvious that my girlfriend hadn’t come home yet.

“It must be a long day with the clients.” I’d say to myself, before catching glimpse of a note, folded neatly, on the table. I smiled to myself. Josie usually left notes, rather than just texting me. She says that it’s more personal that way. I opened it up and read through it.



‘Hey there Sofiel! I won’t be home until late tonight, my client asked me to work overtime on this case. Don’t worry, I should be home before you go to sleep, so you can wait up for me. I love you, and see you tonight.’



I couldn’t help but grin. It was a small, but sweet gesture. I put the note in my pocket. But, then, I heard something. It sounded like heavy footsteps, but, no one else was there. It was almost like the noise completely surrounded me, I couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. I stood up, looking around the living room, until I caught a glimpse of something through the window, disappearing as soon as I blinked.

I ran towards the window, but whatever was there, is now gone. The only other living soul around was my neighbor, Mr. Lopez, sitting on his rocking chair in the lawn. I stepped back, away from the window. I was worried that our home may be being scoped out by a burglar. It wouldn’t be hard, me being a small framed woman, alone at home.

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket, turning it on and calling Josie. The noises of the steps had return, and I was silently begging that she would pick up. But, after a few moments, the voicemail voice had started, and I sighed.

“Hey, Josie. Listen, I know you’re busy, but, please pick up as soon as possible. I love you.”

Then, I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. The footsteps hadn’t stopped. But, this time, it sounded like it was coming from our kitchen. I silently walked towards the kitchen. But, the noises had stopped. It was completely silent, and completely empty. I cautiously walked around, catching a glimpse of my orange pill bottle. It was completely empty, I hadn’t had time to get it refilled yet. I sighed, walking past it.

Then, I saw something staring at me through the window by the sink. It’s hard to miss it, the bright, almost unnatural green eyes stared through the dark surroundings. The shade of green eyes was completely different from mine, or any other green eyes I’ve seen. My eyes were forest green, but those eyes were neon, like a flashing open sign lighting up a dark storefront.

But, before I knew it, those eyes were gone. I felt uneasy, because now I knew that someone or something was watching me. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, this time calling my Mama.

“Mamá, please pick up” I silently said to myself. After a few moments, I heard her voice, but, it was her voicemail. I started to tear up. I felt helpless, I had no one to turn to. The footsteps had begun again, as well as the sound of scratching class, as if it we’re trying to get in. This time, it sounded like it was coming from our bedroom. I took a moment to put myself back together, and get my courage up, I started to walk to my bedroom cautiously.

I stepped into my room, prepared to find the creature that had been stalking me. From the corner of my eye, I saw something scratching on my window. I turned towards it, taking a good look at its appearance. It was about the size of a large dog, maybe bigger. With its canine-like appearance, as well as the spikes coming from the back of its spine, it looked exactly like an El Chupacabra. That is, except for its large, green, cat-like eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I took a step back, as the scratching continued. It was trying desperately to get inside, and I didn’t think it would stop. I had no idea why it was coming after me; El Chupacabras typically ate the blood of goats, and occasionally a household pet. The only thing was, me and Josie didn’t have any pets.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I ran into the living room, trying to ignore the scratching I heard. I ran towards the nightstand that held mine and Josie’s gun. It was there to protect us, since my neighborhood isn’t the safest, and I needed it more than ever. The scratching had stopped, but I knew that it hadn’t gone away. I held the weapon by my side, prepared to defend myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I walked towards the window; the same window from where I first saw the creature. Just as I had expected, the El Chupacabra ran at me, trying to claw its way through the window. I sighed, gaining all my strength to go through with this. I aimed my gun at the creature, put my finger on the trigger, and shot three times. I watched as the glass of my window shattered, the protection from the El Chupacabra disappearing. Luckily, I watched the creature fall with a thud, and sighed. I ran my fingers through my long black hair, and just took it all in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Only a few moments later, Josie ran inside, looking like a panicking mess,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Sofiel, what did you do!” She demanded an answer, practically yelling. I was confused, was she upset because of the broken window?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“What do you mean? I defended myself from that creature!” I responded, capturing the same tone as she did. She looked at me like I was crazy. She walked up to me and grabbed me by the arm, and started to drag me towards the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“What are you doing!” I asked, needing an answer. She didn’t respond, continuing to harshly drag me outside. There was a certain anger in her eyes, demanding justice, must like how she looks when she’s talking to me about a case at work she’s passionate about. As she dragged me towards the side of the yard, I saw the glass of the shattered window, but no corpse of the creature, as well as no blood. I knew something was off. In all the stories I read of the El Chupacabra, they described it as a physical being, not supernatural at all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Then, Josie let go of me. She glared at me, then pointed to the neighbor’s porch. There, was Mr. Lopez, unmoving on his chair. Three gunshot wounds, fresh, in his chest. I looked in terror at what I had apparently done.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“W..What? But, I shot the El Chupacabra!” I exclaimed, beginning to panic. She stared at me, before asking

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Sofiel, did you take your medication?” I didn’t respond. I was panicking. I had accidentally killed someone, and for all I knew, Josie had already called 911.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">''“Sofiel, did you take your schizophrenia medication! Answer me!”   ''But, I still didn’t answer. I contemplated what was going to happen. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was hallucinating. I was hearing sounds that weren’t there. I was creating a scenario that didn’t exist, and that cost Mr. Lopez his life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">And, before I knew it, I was running

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I couldn’t tell what I was running from. Maybe I was running from my responsibilities. But, I needed to get away. My adrenaline was kicking in, and I was running faster than I ever had before. It was hard to tell where I was going, it was dark, and the farther I ran away from the neighborhood, the less light to illuminate my path.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">As I continued to run, I thought of what would happen If I just accepted my fate, and stopped right there. I knew that Josie wouldn’t excuse my actions; she was a woman of justice. I remember when she used to rant to me about her latest client and their case. I miss that. Being a lawyer, she’s seen a lot of injustice. I’ve seen a lot of injustice as well.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I remember when I was young, my Papa got arrested for murder, sentenced to 50 years. But I know he didn’t deserve that. He murdered that woman to protect our home and family, but, despite that, thanks to the horrible lawyer we got, as well as the majority of the jury being biased and thinking any violence against woman, no matter the situation, is wrong and a crime, was taken away from me and my Mama. I didn’t want to be taken away from my Mama like Papa was. <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;border:none; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in" align="center">Before I knew it, I was on top of a hill, behind me an empty valley. The city that seemed so large was below me. It was like I was on top of it all. I was exhausted, and I needed a break from all the running. The pounding of my heart mimicking the footsteps of the creature that felt so real. But, on top of that hill, I felt at peace, knowing that even if I was being hunted down by the police, I would have awhile to rest. <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Present

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I’m still hiding out, not wanting to be found by the police. I’m writing this story so that people know what I saw, how I felt, and they won’t take it with bias, knowing I killed someone, especially someone they knew. I know that there’s a good chance I’ll be found, but even so, I want to stay away from prison for as long as possible. I miss what I had before, and I regret what I did, even if it wasn’t exactly my fault. I also occasionally see an El Chupacabra scratching around, presumably searching for a small creature to eat. I know it isn’t real, but I’ll still start crying, remembering that night that seems so long ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I miss Josie, I miss Mama, and I miss what I had before. But, I know that will be something I’ll never get back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I wish I had just waited

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">   I really should have just waited.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"> 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I closed my door as I came inside of my home, dropping my bag by the door. It had been a long day at work, and I was exhausted. The sun was setting, and most people were coming inside. Well, who wouldn’t? It wasn’t safe to be out past nightfall. I sighed, walking towards the chair sat in the middle of our living room. Our home was quiet, obvious that my girlfriend hadn’t come home yet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“It must be a long day with the clients.” I’d say to myself, before catching glimpse of a note, folded neatly, on the table. I smiled to myself. Josie usually left notes, rather than just texting me. She says that it’s more personal that way. I opened it up and read through it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">‘Hey there Sofiel! I won’t be home until late tonight, my client asked me to work overtime on this case. Don’t worry, I should be home before you go to sleep, so you can wait up for me. I love you, and see you tonight.’

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I couldn’t help but grin. It was a small, but sweet gesture. I put the note in my pocket. But, then, I heard something. It sounded like heavy footsteps, but, no one else was there. It was almost like the noise completely surrounded me, I couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. I stood up, looking around the living room, until I caught a glimpse of something through the window, disappearing as soon as I blinked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I ran towards the window, but whatever was there, is now gone. The only other living soul around was my neighbor, Mr. Lopez, sitting on his rocking chair in the lawn. I stepped back, away from the window. I was worried that our home may be being scoped out by a burglar. It wouldn’t be hard, me being a small framed woman, alone at home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket, turning it on and calling Josie. The noises of the steps had return, and I was silently begging that she would pick up. But, after a few moments, the voicemail voice had started, and I sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Hey, Josie. Listen, I know you’re busy, but, please pick up as soon as possible. I love you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Then, I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. The footsteps hadn’t stopped. But, this time, it sounded like it was coming from our kitchen. I silently walked towards the kitchen. But, the noises had stopped. It was completely silent, and completely empty. I cautiously walked around, catching a glimpse of my orange pill bottle. It was completely empty, I hadn’t had time to get it refilled yet. I sighed, walking past it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Then, I saw something staring at me through the window by the sink. It’s hard to miss it, the bright, almost unnatural green eyes stared through the dark surroundings. The shade of green eyes was completely different from mine, or any other green eyes I’ve seen. My eyes were forest green, but those eyes were neon, like a flashing open sign lighting up a dark storefront.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">But, before I knew it, those eyes were gone. I felt uneasy, because now I knew that someone or something was watching me. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, this time calling my Mama.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Mamá, please pick up” I silently said to myself. After a few moments, I heard her voice, but, it was her voicemail. I started to tear up. I felt helpless, I had no one to turn to. The footsteps had begun again, as well as the sound of scratching class, as if it we’re trying to get in. This time, it sounded like it was coming from our bedroom. I took a moment to put myself back together, and get my courage up, I started to walk to my bedroom cautiously.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I stepped into my room, prepared to find the creature that had been stalking me. From the corner of my eye, I saw something scratching on my window. I turned towards it, taking a good look at its appearance. It was about the size of a large dog, maybe bigger. With its canine-like appearance, as well as the spikes coming from the back of its spine, it looked exactly like an El Chupacabra. That is, except for its large, green, cat-like eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I took a step back, as the scratching continued. It was trying desperately to get inside, and I didn’t think it would stop. I had no idea why it was coming after me; El Chupacabras typically ate the blood of goats, and occasionally a household pet. The only thing was, me and Josie didn’t have any pets.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I ran into the living room, trying to ignore the scratching I heard. I ran towards the nightstand that held mine and Josie’s gun. It was there to protect us, since my neighborhood isn’t the safest, and I needed it more than ever. The scratching had stopped, but I knew that it hadn’t gone away. I held the weapon by my side, prepared to defend myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I walked towards the window; the same window from where I first saw the creature. Just as I had expected, the El Chupacabra ran at me, trying to claw its way through the window. I sighed, gaining all my strength to go through with this. I aimed my gun at the creature, put my finger on the trigger, and shot three times. I watched as the glass of my window shattered, the protection from the El Chupacabra disappearing. Luckily, I watched the creature fall with a thud, and sighed. I ran my fingers through my long black hair, and just took it all in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Only a few moments later, Josie ran inside, looking like a panicking mess,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Sofiel, what did you do!” She demanded an answer, practically yelling. I was confused, was she upset because of the broken window?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“What do you mean? I defended myself from that creature!” I responded, capturing the same tone as she did. She looked at me like I was crazy. She walked up to me and grabbed me by the arm, and started to drag me towards the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“What are you doing!” I asked, needing an answer. She didn’t respond, continuing to harshly drag me outside. There was a certain anger in her eyes, demanding justice, must like how she looks when she’s talking to me about a case at work she’s passionate about. As she dragged me towards the side of the yard, I saw the glass of the shattered window, but no corpse of the creature, as well as no blood. I knew something was off. In all the stories I read of the El Chupacabra, they described it as a physical being, not supernatural at all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Then, Josie let go of me. She glared at me, then pointed to the neighbor’s porch. There, was Mr. Lopez, unmoving on his chair. Three gunshot wounds, fresh, in his chest. I looked in terror at what I had apparently done.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“W..What? But, I shot the El Chupacabra!” I exclaimed, beginning to panic. She stared at me, before asking

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">“Sofiel, did you take your medication?” I didn’t respond. I was panicking. I had accidentally killed someone, and for all I knew, Josie had already called 911.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">''“Sofiel, did you take your schizophrenia medication! Answer me!”   ''But, I still didn’t answer. I contemplated what was going to happen. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was hallucinating. I was hearing sounds that weren’t there. I was creating a scenario that didn’t exist, and that cost Mr. Lopez his life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">And, before I knew it, I was running

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I couldn’t tell what I was running from. Maybe I was running from my responsibilities. But, I needed to get away. My adrenaline was kicking in, and I was running faster than I ever had before. It was hard to tell where I was going, it was dark, and the farther I ran away from the neighborhood, the less light to illuminate my path.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">As I continued to run, I thought of what would happen If I just accepted my fate, and stopped right there. I knew that Josie wouldn’t excuse my actions; she was a woman of justice. I remember when she used to rant to me about her latest client and their case. I miss that. Being a lawyer, she’s seen a lot of injustice. I’ve seen a lot of injustice as well.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I remember when I was young, my Papa got arrested for murder, sentenced to 50 years. But I know he didn’t deserve that. He murdered that woman to protect our home and family, but, despite that, thanks to the horrible lawyer we got, as well as the majority of the jury being biased and thinking any violence against woman, no matter the situation, is wrong and a crime, was taken away from me and my Mama. I didn’t want to be taken away from my Mama like Papa was. <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;border:none; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in" align="center">Before I knew it, I was on top of a hill, behind me an empty valley. The city that seemed so large was below me. It was like I was on top of it all. I was exhausted, and I needed a break from all the running. The pounding of my heart mimicking the footsteps of the creature that felt so real. But, on top of that hill, I felt at peace, knowing that even if I was being hunted down by the police, I would have awhile to rest. <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">Present

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I’m still hiding out, not wanting to be found by the police. I’m writing this story so that people know what I saw, how I felt, and they won’t take it with bias, knowing I killed someone, especially someone they knew. I know that there’s a good chance I’ll be found, but even so, I want to stay away from prison for as long as possible. I miss what I had before, and I regret what I did, even if it wasn’t exactly my fault. I also occasionally see an El Chupacabra scratching around, presumably searching for a small creature to eat. I know it isn’t real, but I’ll still start crying, remembering that night that seems so long ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I miss Josie, I miss Mama, and I miss what I had before. But, I know that will be something I’ll never get back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center">I wish I had just waited

(Small side note, this is my first creepypasta, and I want to keep it from being a Crappypasta, so any corrections or suggestions are highly appreciated <3)<ac_metadata title="I should have waited (Unreviewed, please give any criticism so I can post it with more confidence)"> </ac_metadata>