Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5752201-20160916185046

''I didn't write this story, this is a translation of a well-known Russian creepypasta by an anonymous author. I'm mostly interested to know how 'English' my translation sounds.''



I’ve never told anyone this story, and I think I’ll never tell it (in case of a possible deanonymization). One night I was guarding an office. I didn’t have much to do, just to prevent anyone from breaking inside (I am skinny as fuck, but if someone could break through that tough iron door, even a SWAT guy wouldn’t stop them, so I was there just for the sake of formality), to let my bosses in and to check if the ceiling was leaking – sometimes a pipe on the second story would burst. Also, I had to clean the windows once a week. Basically, my work was easy and cushy. There were also computers with simple games like Heroes of Might and Magic III – and I didn’t need anything more. I spent every Saturday night in that office. Things were quiet, as only three people had keys – me, a director and some manager. One Saturday night I was playing the game when something rustled behind the door. Once.

I walked up and looked into the peephole – nobody was there. I thought it was someone just passing by and got back to the game, but something scratched at the door, and I heard an indistinct male voice. I thought it was the director, put the key in, turned it once and then looked into the peephole again. I said, “Is that you?”, but nobody answered. I turned back the key, and, immediately, I heard a voice from beyond the door. This time it sounded like a woman, but I still couldn’t understand a thing. It seemed like it was saying something, but not a single syllable made any sense. I swore at them and threatened to call the police (I was bluffing – we had no phones in the office, and the whole thing happened before the age of cellulars). A moment later, the female voice shut up, and I heard a quiet knock in the window. I opened the blind, and I was stunned. No, I wasn’t just fucking stunned.

I was paralyzed with fear – my legs bent, and I sat on the floor. A man (I want to believe it was a man) was hanging on the bars. Everything about him was completely unnatural. It looked like someone who had seen humans only in the movies made a human suit and put it on. I couldn’t even approximately define that thing’s gender. Once it saw me, it started to speak – first, with the same female voice, then it started to alternate with the male one and then it seemed like the sound was coming from different sources, interrupted by some scraping and rustling. Fuck, even its facial expression was absolutely inhuman – it was moving its facial muscles in all possible directions. The creature was pressing its hands and legs at the glass while somehow going up. Maybe it was squeezing the rods with its knees and climbing, I don’t know. Back then, I thought it was flying up. I could see the thing very well, and it hung for a pretty long time, perhaps, for a minute. All that time I couldn’t do anything – I just sat on my ass and stared at the creature.

About a minute later came a sudden deliverance – the whole cacophony died down, the thing turned back abruptly (I swear its head turned at 100 degrees) and froze for a few seconds staring at something. Then it quickly jumped down and got away while speaking something with a new, high-pitched voice. Since I was sitting on the floor, I couldn’t see where it went. All I could do was close the blind and crawl into the room where I couldn’t see the door or the windows. There I sat and cried like a baby – it had been eight years since I had wept for the last time. Then it stopped, and I felt a bad shiver. I sat on the floor till six in the morning, when my coworker, Artyom, came to replace me. I was looking at him through the peephole for about two minutes asking him either to step back or to say something.

Finally, I let him in, and although he slapped me on the back of my head, I only happily and hysterically laughed (until I started to cry again). Anyway, when I came home, my parents had no idea what had happened to me – I was pale, I had circles under my eyes, and as I weighed myself, I found out that I had lost seven kilograms over that night. Since that time I often have trouble to fall asleep at night, and I get nightmares. I never told my friends about that thing, as they would only laugh at me. I decided to post this here, because even though you won’t believe me anyway – at least, I wouldn’t believe it myself - I really wanted to share my story. Well, that’s all for now, I’m going to sleep.

Why didn’t I go insane after that night? Thinking logically, I can say that if that thing had wanted to get me, I wouldn’t have been writing in this thread. It seems like that thing saw me only by chance, but then it got distracted by something else and forgot about me. At least, I want to think so.  