User:SEAlion74

The Gate

I am the literal definition of an average teenager at 16. Not very tall, kinda skinny, somewhat athletic. I was, however, quite intelligent. I wasn't very popular either. Roaming the halls, stealing glances at girls I thought were pretty, and avoiding certain people that were either annoying or bullies.

I never really had fears. I found it more obnoxious than anything whenever I was scared, or should have been scared. Whenever my friends tried to prank me in the past, I might jump a little, but nine times out of ten I would shrug it off and barely get creeped out.

Serial killer stories never impressed me. And obviously never scared me. I remember watching Halloween and thinking to myself that it was absurd. Most serial killer were always hidden in dark places that were secluded, or where they never had been before in order to stay away from authorities. Jason, Freddie, and Michael Myers all seemed so unorthodox that it was almost laughable at times. Truth be told, I did enjoy watching them, but the thought of this actually occurring made me laugh.

Now immediately after that paragraph, a thought of overshadowing pops into your head. "A story of a killer. Here we go." But hear me out on this one. I was someone just like you. I got home, laughed at the thought of homework, and jammed out to music all day. I would go on creepypasta websites and read some pretty cool stories that I enjoyed while relaxing. I remember really enjoying NoEnd House, along with Psychosis. Both were psychologically and emotionally draining for the characters, as well as bringing to deep thoughts. Tulpa was another story I remember being quite an adventure of invigorating terror of the conscience. I started reading more and more every day. I was hooked. I never really feared any of them. Some I found more amusing than creepy, but they were still entertaining.

So now that I've addressed my life in basic context, I want to tell you something that happened last night and I need to tell. I have one friend, Dylan. So you guys are really the only I can tell besides him. So anyways, last night I had an incredible vivid dream that felt so real, I honestly thought it was real. I woke up at 6:30, got dressed, ran downstairs, ate a quick bite, and got in my car to go to school. Dylan's car was in the shop, so I picked him up and we were off to school. Upon arrival, we noticed everyone looked sad. It wasn't totally noticeable. Conversations were aloud, it was sunny and gorgeous, but the expressions looked a bit gloom. We sat down in first period and the teacher looked at us with a strange expression, a confused one. A few conversations were going on until she asked for our attention and calmly stated, "Sara was murdered last night. Her and her parents. No one knows anything about who did it or when. It just occurred during the night." I know I said I never really get creeped out, but my stomach dropped.

Sara lived next door to me.

I immediately thought of my mom and how she could be in danger. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dylan looked at me with a concerned expression. "Andrew, we gotta go home man. Missing school is better than what could happen."

I nodded, unable to speak words. We walked right out of school and got in my car. The strangest thing was no teacher or school authority tried to stop us. We arrived at my house and everything looked the same. I ran inside and called out for my mom. No answer. A loud buzzing sound had filled the air and was piercing my ear drum. It grew louder as I walked around.

Alright so at this point my whole body is literally pulsating. Very time my heart beats I can feel in through my chest, legs, and arms. My breath is short and I'm sweating profusely. I turn the corner and see her hanging from the ceiling. I vomited twice. I have only cried very few times in my life, only due to pain. I sobbed for for a solid 30 minutes. By that time the smell had pretty much overtaken me, and I needed to leave. Upon approaching outside Dylan was pacing back and forth looking across the road. "Thank god, come here," he whispered. "I just saw some weird looking guy walk over there. He walked out the front door of that house and glanced over here. He probably didn't the car earlier. I ducked down and he kept going. I'm sorry about your mom man. I really am." "It's fine man... I just... I don't know." I sat silently for a few seconds. Dylan quietly asked, "This sounds crazy, but we need to follow that guy. Are you okay to go?" "Yeah. Come on."

We got in my car and drove for about a mile and a half before we both understood one thing: no one was here. Everything felt empty. Everything was empty. No one was walking around, no cars were being driven. We were the last people in the town. We kept driving until we decided to go down town because most people were in downtown around this time. We made a turn and saw the man we were looking for standing in the middle of the street, as if he was expecting us. My heart dropped and I nearly swerved off the road. I approached him slowly. He stared at me with wild eyes. I couldn't breath. His eyes were solid black. Nothing crazy. Just solid black. Although it seemed impossible to tell, I could feel his gaze at me. His mouth kept like a straight line. We were locked eye to eye about 10 feet away. I noticed he had stitches across his moth, forcing it shut. He didn't smile, or change expressions. Just stared. I felt uneasy and started panicking. Dylan started breathing heavy and told me to just drive straight. I mash the gas pedal and as soon as we made contact with where the man was at, no noise was made. I had my eyes closed as I approached hitting him. I applied the brake and looked back through the rear window. There he stood. Dylan started breathing heavy again. "Let's go look for people, I can't keep this up," I said. We took off towards downtown.

We got to downtown. And instead of three ways to turn at an intersection, we got a huge gate. A solid black gate. Standing around 15 feet tall and covered as far as we could see. It was cracked open. At this point the buzzing was louder and giving me a chronic headache. We sat in my car for a minute before Dylan spoke up, "Okay. I'm curious beyond anything. We gotta check it out."

I sat frozen as he climbed out slowly. He looked at me and motioned to the gate. I nodded and slowly got out, anticipating something drastic. He stood just feet away as he turned around and looked at me concerned. I stepped out and inched my way towards Dylan. "Let's both open it at the same time. Okay?" I nodded. I was too scared to speak. We both reached out and touched the gate door. A immediate sense of terror clouded me. My vision was blurry and I started violently shaking. All that was past was Darkness. Just a black void. Another step launched us into blindness and complete deafness. I started yelling for Dylan. I got nothing. I felt around until in collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Suddenly right in my ear, a small quiet voice was all I heard that said "Andrew. I need you to turn around please. You're needed in the front office." "Okay," was what I whispered back, or so I thought I whispered back. I probably yelled it. I turned around there was Dylan. Just staring at me. I walked up towards him. I yelled and yelled and yelled. But nothing came out. Another voice appeared from the void, and calmly said, "Oh. How dreadful. He must be in your way. Brush him aside young fellow and carry on your adventure." I placed a hand on Dylan's shoulder. The buzzing was what had deafened me, but I could still hear it. Louder than before. I gave a gentle push and Dylan fell over, clearly dead. I watched his decent into the darkness and him hit the floor, motionless. I looked back up and there was the man. Looking right into my eyes. Mouth sown shut, he took one step closer to me. He raised his eyebrows as if to give off the expression that if it was okay for him to move closer. I was stricken with fear. His index finger stretched out, and simply tapped my chest. I fell backwards and slammed onto the ground. I was paralyzed with this terrifying fear. He crouched down and was inches from me. He leaned back up, and drew a blade from a sheath. The blade was a foot long, easily. He raised it, and plunged it directly into me stomach. I felt no pain. Just fear. And then what happened next has been tormenting me all day.

He opened his mouth.

The stitches snapped and he let out a scream that gave me goosebumps and made my hair stand up. The scream revealed his black teeth and glowing white saliva. The scream made his eyes bleed. The ground rumbled with his mighty scream and pierced the void with an undeniable screech that would have been heard throughout the state. He finished his elongated scream, and gazed at me once more. And then he said in the calm voice I heard earlier, "I wish it didn't have to be this way Andrew. Forgive me?"

And with that the blade was removed from my stomach and went directly into my left eye.

I woke up immediately. I wasn't in a cold sweat, or breathing heavy. I felt calm. I did, however, now know what fear was like. I saw the time was exactly what time I needed to wake up at. I grabbed all my stuff and headed out, going to pick up Dylan.

It seemed odd on the way to school, somewhat déjà Vu like. Familiar songs were playing and Dylan was talking about something that he did some other time before. I recognized it. I told him my dream and finished as we pulled into school. With a few minutes to spare, I told him how the songs on the radio and what he was talking about sounded identical to what was said in my dream. He looked at me funny, and then laughed. "Andrew man, that's actually kinda crazy. You should write it down. That might make a good story or something."

I sat quietly, and then replied with a monotone, "Yeah. I guess so," and then went inside the building.

As the bell rang I began to become numb. I was hearing things. I heard some guy talk about how the Celtics had beaten the Clippers last night in overtime by 2 points. I heard some girl mention about a friend coming into town Friday at 5:45 from Canada. I remembered all of it. It was my dream. 'Wake up wake up wake up' was screaming through my head.

The teacher walked in with a saddened, glum look on her face. 'No. This can't be really happening.' "Hey. Everyone, please be quiet. We have rather unsettling news this morning. Last night, Sara Williams was murdered along with her parents. Police have been investigating and they have found nothing. Please keep her family in your thoughts and prayers."

The class fell silent. But I knew it was going to occur. I was already expecting to arrive home and see my mother dead, hanging, guts everywhere. I looked at Dylan and he was shocked. He looked scared. I glanced out the window to my left only to see a figure. A strange, thin figure. It was a person, no doubt, but it looked familiar as well. It turned around and I nearly fainted. I lost my breath and almost threw up. I saw, from at least a hundreds reds away, 2 black eyes that broke into my soul. I looked back at the teacher for less than a second and looked right back. Stereotypical thing would be he's gone, right? No. He's closer. By a whole 30 yards. I whispered for Dylan out of the corner of my mouth for him to look. He leaned around me and whispered back, "Dude. What the crap is that?" "I don't know. Let's just forget about it for now. We'll worry later."

The day ended at school and now I'm here. Typing on my computer just what exactly has happened today. My mom is fine. But I'm still creeped out. Dylan told me he would text me if anything strange happened. I'm glancing out my window every minute or so just to check to see if I can obtain the location of that man. I did however, notice nobody was out today. The drive from school was pretty odd. No cars, nobody walking, nothing. It felt pretty strange. I don't know, I might be going crazy.

I'm kind of getting annoyed though. This stupid buzzing sound is really starting to piss me off. I can't figure out what it is or where it's coming from.