User:JustCreepyThings

The childhood paranoia had gotten to you. You knew deep down that it's was just mere anxiety, yet the creepypasta-loving part of you seemed to take over your sleeping schedule. It was only the old, creaky closet door that had always been in this aging house, and it would tend to creep open at times. You bolt upright in your sheets and the light switch to examine your closet. You almost want to laugh at yourself, as nothing is in the closet, nor does your room show any sign of liveliness. You repetitively question if the last story you read was worth it. Just in case, you close and lock your closet doors, and your bedroom door for that matter, as you had a big day tomorrow and couldn't suffer from anymore sleep-deprivation. You carelessly flick off your light switch and trudge back to bed, yanking the sheets over your head. You are drifting off to sleep, when you notice that the covers are slowing beings peeled from your mattress. A large talon pierces the bedding, as an unearthly figure shows itself at the foot of your bed. It's voice like it gargled with glass and sandpaper, it managed to croak out a few almost inaudible words:

..."You must really like me to lock me in a room with you like that!".

-Lilly JCT