User talk:BM99CreepyPasta

Oh son of a bitch!

Great. Just dropped my effing coffee. Great. I am speechless. Sonofabitch. I cleaned the coffee off the rough carpet and picked up the shards of ceramic cup. Today has gone just perfect. First I didn't get enough sleep because the POLICE department down the street just happened to do a siren test at effing 4 in the morning. Stupid ass officer woke me up saying "Hello Mr.Marves. We are sorry to interrupt you so late, but we are testing;" blah blah blah. Now this stupid crapping coffee. Jesus, what next? On the carpet I spotted another piece of coffee cup. I picked it up, and began to-- Ding Dong!!! Fuck!!!! Fuck fuck fucking cut my fucking fingers... Shit!!! Throwing the damn cup piece at my living room sofa, I walked to my door. Only one thought ran through my mind: 'This better be important.' I grasped my front door handle in a motion as If I were to slam the door OPEN, when I thought about the fact that a police officer might be on the other side. I calmed, and opened the door with a sigh. Calmness easily left my body when I saw no one at my door. Ding dong - fuckin - ditch. In my mind, I lost it. But a small yellow thing caught my eye... On my outside welcome mat, a small sticky note stuck there. I picked it up, and read it. YOUR BaCKYARd DOOr ISNT LOckED!!!!

I paused. What the fuck is this? My backdoor? What? What the fuck kinda bullshi--- Oh shit. It hit me. I chose not to believe it, but fear swept my body. Someone was at my backdoor. Or worse, someone's there right now. Fuck this. I threw the sticky note down on my mat and ran into my front door closet and grabbed my baseball bat. I ran down the hallway and into my kitchen, and the backdoor. I grabbed the knob ready for anything. Just as I hoped. Locked. A sweep of relief fell over me. I opened the backdoor with caution. For a reason I couldn't understand, I could feel fear rush me as I noticed another note on the ground. I picked it up, and read it. YOU LeFT THE FROnt DOOR OpeN.

Shit. I heard the front door slam. Fuck this. I couldn't think. Someone was in my house. Holy shit. I was too scared for this. My mind rushed. I ran out the back door and around to the front. My car was in the front driveway, and my front door shut. Hell hell hell. Fucking blood rushed my body. Everything rushed. I had my bat up at the door, but thought-- the police station. I immediately opened my car door and got in my seat. My mind couldn't think. I just thought that because the station was over there that I could--- Wait, oh no. I could see it. In my rear view mirror. Another note. And right in the mirror. I saw a man. In the backseat. Looking at me.