Stuffed

 Kept this in for 7 years, feel like this is the time to let it out. Have you heard the expression of being full, instead of being full people sometimes say stuffed. Now, I disgust eating, no wonder why I am so skinny. Just a little disclaimer, if you enjoy eating or snacking I would not read this as this will gross you out and then make you fear what's out there, but then again you read creepypasta to get scared right? Believe what you will.

 It was around 2007 in a town (which I will not name, I don't want tourist’s) in louisiana. The town was located near a swamp and it was pretty average. It was just humid on some days which drove everyone crazy but I couldn’t complain, I was born here. I have a job as a technician and I hardly ever go in the swamp, even as a kid. It was said that back in the 14-16 century a “witch” was chased down into the swamp and went missing. They searched and saw that her carcass was half sunk in a tar pit and they left her body there.

 Many parents around the area told the kids to not to go to the swamp because they don’t want any mishaps if the kids were to find her skeleton if it still hadn’t decomposed into nothing yet. I just don’t go into there because it looked, well, creepy to me. Anyway, I usually go on night walks and breathe the fresh air every now and then to get a break. One night me and my wife got in a fight about having a kid to raise, I didn’t agree to have one because I am not a kid one and she tried to change my mind. I decided to go out and think about it so I grabbed a beer and started walking.

 After a while I realized that I been walking a lot and I was on the road that deadends to the swamp, I turned around and decided to go home. While walking down the road back to my main street I stopped and look at the houses. One of them were the fergusons and what I found weird was that that they were always one of the first to bed in the neighborhood, mainly because they had to wake up at 5, but it was 10 o'clock and lights were still on.

 I walked over and knocked and after a couple of seconds later I knocked again. After a minute I knew something was wrong so I grabbed the spare key under the rock and opened the door. The t.v. was on and there bloated bodies on the floor. What loomed over them was a black sticky creature looming over them. It had a tentacle dripping with black sludge protruding from its mouth and it was latched on the mans mouth. It seemed to be pumping something into him and then the man's stomach exploded spilling his guts and the sludge anywhere. I was paralyzed, I was too scared to even be grossed out about being half drenched in the stuff. I was scared if that I moved it would turn and come after me.



 It turned around, then it saw me. I just muttered “Oh shit” and then booked it out of there. I heard every crunch of leaf and every thump that my foot made along with the things. I heard it gurgling and I took a quick look whilst running and that was a mistake. The tentacle shot out of its mouth and I just had time to turn my head for it to miss but I saw enough to keep running as fast as I can, nowhere to go but to escape.

 It ran on all fours but it had a retarded bound to its jump. It was a mix between a dog running and crawling. I ran for what seem like a day and then I listened for its gurgling and thumps behind me and I heard no more. I slowly turned my head and saw that it was longer behind me or anywhere in sight. I then took out my phone and ran to the nearest house and asked for help. The people let me in and I phoned the police. So of course, the had me put down as a suspect for the murder. I got off when the polygraph test said I wasn’t lying about my story.

This lead to a full scale investigation, they collected the biggest piece of evidence that lead to their murder. It was the black stuff, after waiting for a couple of days and have my wife comforting me while I went to therapy they finally called me in. They said they now know what the sludge is and then they told me. It was tar.