Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31548769-20170318233123

Author's Note - I recently just had a nightmare, decided to turn it into a story. In all honesty I don't expect it to be great, I this is the first creepypasta I've ever written. Feedback would be nice. _____________________________________________________________________

I wasn't an average 12 year-old boy, I didn't enjoy talking to other people, I only wanted to fit in. At home I was treated like a kid, but I didn't mind. Nearing the end of my school year which would soon occur well early into June, my friends asked me for my phone number. To avoid embarrassment, I just simply said,

"I forget, can I tell you guys later?" I confirmed.

"No problem," replied a friend, "Just make sure you tell us before we can't see each other again!"

They were already walking back home, and they were already at a distance.

"Sorry that I'm so forgetful!" I said it with a smile.

"Don't worry about it, we'll see you tomorrow!" another friend yelled out.

They were already out of view, and I just realized that I was a terrible liar.

I panicked, I didn't own a phone, but I knew they would find out eventually. I was about to plead for my mother to buy me a phone, but shockingly, she agreed the second I asked her. The following day I had my first phone, a flip-phone. At that time a "flip-phone" was the only phone everyone used. It was preowned, so I expected that the phone still had the data from the previous owner, I still couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget.

The object at hand had a cyan casing around it, I was unsure what company it was from... I just knew you could only do two things, just two simple things. You could view images, or contact other people. Out of curiosity, I checked out the images the previous owner might've left out. In total it showed me that the phone had 20 images, I viewed all of them. The photos 1-10 were an image of the blank night sky with a bright moon hovering over the camera, I thought it was a waste of space just to have that many of a single photograph... 11-20 was of a blank dark background, I kept moving, nothing.

I tried turning the phone off, it wouldn't let me, my eyes were glued to the screen, I wouldn't let me look away. I had the feeling as if I was experiencing the last moments of my life, the phone tells me there was one image left to view, something looked back at me. Two circular eyes stared at me from the screen, it made a strange "humming" sound, I was afraid, I couldn't cry out for help, I could only witness. A minute passed, it almost felt like an hour of torment. It seemed that it had finally let go of me. Out of fear I found the nearest table, I smashed the screen to end the nightmare. I grabbed a shovel from the tool shed and I buried it until that damned thing was never going to be found by anyone else. My eyes watered into tears, I didn't sleep well, not after what had happened.

It happened 9 years ago, I mustered the courage persuade myself to dig it out again, after years inside the soil... it was still somehow functional. Apart from the smashed screen, the phone still operated as if it were brand new. I tried plugging in the images into my computer to see if there's anything else that needs to be seen. I'm planning to upload the first 10 images, but I refuse to upload the rest. I looked back and the blank images, it turns out the images weren't blank at all, I brightened them using a photo editor. I was frightened at what I saw, it was a rotting corpse of a woman, her limbs ripped off, and the hair was torn out of the top of her head. I was unsure about it until I viewed her face...

It was my mother. 