Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30346143-20171003095907

Hello. My name is Ethan. I am 13 years old and live with my family happily. I am writing this because I am not sure how long I can keep going this way. How long I can keep living.

This started at lunch four days ago. I was sitting with some "friends". I do not have real friends but I am generally liked, so everyone in my class is a "friend".

We were sitting at a table: Alvin, a troublemaker of sorts, George, a typical introvert, and me.

Somehow, we found ourselves talking about urban legends, like Slender Man or Jeff The Killer, and how they were not scary.

"All those summoning rituals," George said. "They're debunked easily! Nobody's afraid to try them because they never turn out to be true! Ethan, you "summoned" Tails Doll yourself, didn't you?"

"I did." I agreed. It was one faithful night a year ago. I had just got into CreepyPasta and wanted to try a more "wholesome" experience.

"What about The Clawed Stalker? That school legend?" Alvin asked. "I haven't seen anyone summon that guy. Wanna try it?"

I was aware of this legend, but have never thought anything of it. This however, sounded interesting.

"Sure! but how?"

"So, you'll need a photograph..."

For the sake of clarity, I will explain it here.

You will need to take a photo of yourself and put a drop of your blood on it.

Next, you have to put the photo into one of the boy's bathrooms. The one where a guy broke his skull open a decade ago.

You will then have to say "I am ready. Come for me." and cut the photo in half with a pair of scissors.

If that was not stupid enough, you have to burn the photo and flush it down the toilet.

Also, you are not allowed to take a video of the ritual or have anyone else with you, which saved me some awkward moments.

They say that The Clawed Stalker will come after you and kill you. Right now I hope that they are wrong.

The next day I printed the newest photo from the photos of myself I make every week. I plan to make 200 photos and put them together in a video. Guess it will be cut short.

I got some scissors and a lighter. I figured that  I could cut myself for the drop of blood, so I didn't need to bring  a knife to school.

I performed the ritual during lunch time.

I have not described what The Stalker looks like. There is not much about that. All that people seem to know is that he has long claws. He never appears in front of anyone except his victim. I can tell you that.

"So, how did it go?" Alvin asked as soon as I left the bathroom.

"We'll see if I turn up dead in a few days." I answered, jokingly.

When the day ended, I went home without a care.

And then I waited.

Waited for what I now wish will not come.

That night I had a strange dream. I was on a dark street. All the lights were off, except a streetlight that I was standing under. There was nobody except me. And him.

In front of me, about a hundred meters away, I saw a figure. It had a big head and long claws. Something told me that this was The Clawed Stalker. I just knew it.

The figure moved towards me. I just stood there. I didn't know where to run and, besides, he still had some distance to cover.

The Stalker's pace wasn't hurried. I guess he knew I wasn't going to run, or at least I was not going to run away.

About thirty seconds later, the dream just ended. I woke up. I wasn't sweating, and it was morning. I realized that it was just a dream. There was nothing special about it.

But something kept telling me that it was not just a dream. That The Stalker was after me. That it had only just began.

"How was your day?" Alvin asked once the lunch break started. "Seen The Stalker?"

"Actually, no" I replied. "Nothing of interest happened. I guess It's not real."

"Don't say that," Intruded George. "It may anger him."

We laughed, but now I realize that it was a real danger. I am already afraid of him and I don't want him to be angry, too. Might make my death so much more painful.

As the day went on, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I just felt that something was there, but when I looked it was always already gone.

I dismissed this as paranoia, although I did not feel particularly scared of The Clawed Stalker, not then.

That night I had the same dream. Only something seemed different. The Clawed Stalker. Yes, indeed.

He was closer.

He was as close as he was at the end of the last dream.

I was getting more worried now. This was a lucid dream and I knew that dreams didn't repeat, especially if you completely forgot about them for the day.

And that thing I saw in the corner of my eye - was it really there? Was it The Stalker?

Once again, after the exact same amount of time, I  woke up. I was still not sweating and had a good night's sleep. But I was unsettled. Maybe a little scared.

"If you tell me that nothing happened again, I won't ask you any longer." Alvin told me when lunch break started.

"Sorry man, but I guess that's it" I replied, hiding worry from my voice.

"Well, thanks for debunking it, them." He said.

We didn't speak again that  day.

As the day went on, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I knew what it was now.. I could see The Stalker's claws and his strangely shaped head. He was not human. I knew it.

I thought that he had brown skin. I made a mental note to look in my dream.

And yes, the dream continued.

This time I was not content with just standing there. I shouted.

"Oi! Stalker! Can you hurry up? I think I may die of old age before you're here!"

It had no effect. The Stalker's pace didn't change. I do not know if he smiled, thinking it was funny. He was probably smiling already.

The dream was soon over. I wasn't sweating when I woke up. I was well-rested, too.

The school day went on for much longer than usual. I could not listen to any of the teachers. I was too focused on the Stalker.

At lunch, Alvin did not talk to me, and I couldn't care less. He was safe. I was not.

As the day went on, I noticed something. But it wasn't in the corner of my eye. It was just there.

I would look out of the window and see The Clawed Stalker. In a window, in an alley. He was there, watching me. I could see him clearly now. He was thin. He had brown skin and an oval head. His over-sized black eyes were watching me. He wasn't smiling like a madman, his claws weren't covered in blood. He was just standing there, watching me. Stalking me.

When I came home, I threw my bag in my room and sat down at my computer. I didn't bother doing my homework. I just wanted to zone out, forget my worries. Every once in a while, I would take a peek out of the window and see him. When he saw how worried I was, he smiled. It wasn't an evil smile. It was a smile that said, "Don't be afraid. I'll come soon enough.". Still gave me goose bumps.

Of course, I could not sleep that night. I tried to be alert for noises. What's that, a scratch at the door? Someone knocking on the window? I have to be alert. I have to be ready.

Alas, after not hearing anything suspicious for over an hour, I fell asleep. And there was the dream.

The Clawed Stalker was close now.

"Please," I said. "Just leave me alone. You're literally a legend! I'm sure you have dealt with stupid kids summoning you!"

The Stalker stepped into the light. He was smiling, alright. He came close to me. He was about 165 centimeters tall, only inches taller than me. He didn't look threatening. I tried to look big and strong. I think we both knew better.

He extended his claws in a threatening motion and cocked his head. He than stabbed me under the ribs, into the lungs.

I woke up just as his claws touched my skin. I looked down at my stomach and saw red marks. However, I was not sweating. And I wasn't tired, either.

It was Friday and my parents went for a honeymoon after I went for school, and they would not be back until Monday.

Learning was the last thing on my mind when I was in school. I was constantly looking out of the window. He was there. But closer.

On lunch break I kept looking at The Stalker. I wasn't hungry. I wasn't thirsty. I wasn't lonely. I just wanted to look at him.

As the day went on, I saw him roughly half of the whole time. When I went home, I tried to keep my eyes peeled on him. I decided that if he ever moved an inch, I would run for the closest gun store and grab a sawed-off or a double-barrel. But he did not. He just stood there, smiling. Grinning, even.

When I went home, I locked all doors and windows. I sat in my room and looked outside. He was there, in the trees surrounding the house on one side. I shut the blinds.

I just heard scratching at my door. There is no questioning what it is. I have a knife on the table as I write this on my computer. I am not going to sleep. I'll barricade my door. If I'm going down, it will be on my own terms.

So, in conclusion:

Do NOT summon any monsters, be they from a cult or a school legend because maybe, just maybe, they will be real.

And you will pay. 