Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33893118-20171207184321

My name is Melissa and I had always been intrigued by creepypastas, The cliche jumpscares and obvious logic flaws kept me drawn into the story. My favorite genre of creepypasta was dreams/sleep as they always kept me on edge. But, that’s not what i’m here to talk to you about. I’m here to tell you of an event that has internally scarred me for the rest of my life.



I always struggled to sleep at night, I always felt like someone or something was peering into my room from the hallway. When I did fall asleep, which was around 10 PM, I usually woke up hours later drenched in my own sweat. Almost every time I did, the door to my room was always wide open. I assumed that it was my mother checking on me when she returned home from work. She worked the late shift and wouldn’t get home until around 2 in the morning.





There was this dream of a shadow walking into my room and looking at me with blank white eyes before charging at me. I always woke up before it reached me. It was always on repeat, I’d have it night after night.





One night, before my mother went off to work, I decided to ask.





<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you ever open my door to check on me when you return home from work?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">This scared me. I always closed my door just enough so I could see through a crack. I hugged my mother and paced towards my bedroom, getting into my bed and preparing to go to sleep. On the same night I asked my mother, I decided to stay up to see what could’ve been opening my door. At around 1:45 A.M.; hours past my bedtime, the door creaked open slowly. What opened it has haunted me to this day, It was the shadow, the one from my dream. I froze, not knowing what to do. It’s skinny posture and big white pupiless eyes were those of the ones from the creepypastas that I loved. The shadow laughed maniacally before charging at me. I closed my eyes as I was too scared to see what would happen to me. I felt a sharp object pierce right through my flesh as I let out a blood curtling scream. The sharp object kept going in and out my body as I screamed louder and louder.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">I knew that my death was near, the mixture of sobs and screams roared throughout my house. As I was slowly drifting away, I heard the door to the house open before I blacked out.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;text-indent:36pt;">I awoke, laying in a hospital bed. My mother was standing next to me, crying and the doctor right next to her.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Mom?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">She began to cry even louder, tears streaming down her face.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Melissa, I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” my mother barely mouthed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">I had survived a situation that I had no hope in. I have a feeling this isn’t the last time I’ll see this shadow. <ac_metadata title="The Shadow in the Hallway(was uploaded) Would love some feedback. I want to know what to fix"> </ac_metadata>