Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26286557-20160722030043

Hello all. This is my second creepypasta after Sushi and I want to ask you guys for feedback on the pasta. Anyways, here it is:

The darkness made it difficult for me to fully make out the figure. It was sitting on an old rocking chair, consumed by the black hollow darkness. I haven't kept track of how long I was staring at it, but my ears could barely stay open.

Even though the darkness was clouding my vision, I was still able to see that the figure was human, or at least looked human. It was gripping very tightly on the arm rests. It's glasses was covered in cracks and scratches, suprising how it's glasses wasn't broken yet. It wasn't doing anything, it wasn't even rocking back and forth. It was just observing me. It was just staring right at me, observing me like a sculpture. However, it wasn't staring at me with any particular emotion. The face was just expressionless, completely emotionless, just bland.

I slowly move my hand up the wall, trying to reach the light switch. However, I continoued to stare at him, just in case anything happens. But the lights wouldn't turn on. I tried fiddling with the switch, but it just wouldn't turn on. I reached for the lamp besides me. It also refused to turn on as well. When I gave up and looked back, the figure was already gone, vanished out of thin air. What took it's place though was a noose, hanging from the celling. It was rocking back and forth like it was caught in the wind, even though there was no such breeze in the room.

I felt a hand grab hold of my left shoulder. It came close to my ear. I heard something talk to me in a deep, raspy voice. It said;

"Welcome to Purgatory." 