User:Aceben2014

My Parents House creepypasta

“So last weekend i decided to go visit my parents its been 10 years since i last visited when i was 18 i left as soon as possible can't remember why i was like most teens i guess wanting to become rich and famous huh...look at me know another guy in a cubicle but my mum always loved me they would always read me a bedtime story and be there when i woke up. Last weekend my mum told me she was planning on re-designing the house my house was about the size of a mansion it even had a chandelier, we in inherited it but with it came this creepy clown statue but in the will we were apparently going to become George's study”.

“George is my step dad i never liked him my real dad died when i was about 12 my mom said he had an accident in the middle of the night apparently he had left his razors for his shaving kit out and slipped e told to keep it so we did but we kept it out of sight. So she suggested i come stay since my room is in the bathroom my friends teased me saying he was murdered. But mum always assured me it was a tragic accident that nobody could have known would happen we were going to move because my dad didn't like it here but after what happened we couldn't leave. I was taken to a therapist soon after i apparently kept having nightmares about a man.... a man with sickly white skin, Shiny black eyes and a smile which would apparently cause me to rock back and forth silently i don't remember any of it but when i was 18 i was talking to my best friend Jack whose mum was my old therapist and he showed me my file... the things i read. Me and him never spoke after that i just forgot about it i guess i went home and my mum probably called my therapist since i never went there again.”

“Im sitting in bed at the moment my parents don't have any internet so i can't do much but read a few old magazines i'm in my old room there is a lot of boxes i guess it was used for storage while i was gone my mum used to be a fashion designer so there is a few mannequins there was also a creepy clown statue it was huge a family heirloom apparently like most children i was scared of clowns i might move it into the hall i'm probably being silly i'm going to have a shower in the bathroom I'm having trouble sleeping.”

-creak- what was that ? i looked towards the door but the room was so misty “Hello ?” i called “its just me swee-” i recognised my mom's voice and felt relieved i got out of the shower but i got water in my eyes so i reached around for something to dry them with i felt something soft in my hand and said “thanks mum” but...as i opened my eyes i stared down mortified as i felt blood drip onto my feet i was holding my mothers head i slowly glanced up and saw it Black shiny eyes...sickly white skin...but it was the clown suddenly all the memories flooded back what i talked about to the therapist, what was in that file why i left...then i saw its hands drenched in blood but RAZOR sharp i stared into those big black eyes i couldn't move i was paralysed... it smiled and chuckled said in a high cackally voice ”Playtimes Over”.

Once the silence was over i regained my senses i stood there for just a few seconds thinking of any way to escape thinking about a million things at once. Then suddenly only one thing was in my mind i could hear the clown say...run. I blindly obeyed dropping the head on the floor and running as fast as i could all i could hear was that sick laugh in my head over and over finally i was at the front door but it was locked i shook the handles furiously but it wouldn't budge and in the corner of my eye i saw that smile and ran again...

I ran back up the stairs and shouted “GEORGE!” he walked out of his room said “Jesus christ its 2 o' clock in the morning where is your mother she left to check up on you?” there was an awkward silence as he looked at my hands “Is that blood?!” i screamed at him “SHE'S DEAD THE CLOWN KILLED HER!” He looked down the stairs and saw the clown standing there grinning under the chandelier. George started walking down the stairs “NO” i shouted but he persisted saying “that's just a statue why did you bring it down here anyway?!” he was now face to face with the clown and he looked up at me as he pushed it backwards he said “ looks just a sta-” he stopped speaking as he touched the clown because he didn't feel stiff stone he felt warm flesh...

His head quickly darted back to the clown as it plunged its claws into his stomach the sound almost made me be sick but i knew i had to keep going when the clown turned its gaze towards me as if my bleeding/screaming step-dad wasn't even there...i needed a weapon, something to protect myself so i ran to the mini-kitchen George has...had for whenever he wanted a midnight snack in a nearby closet he showed it me earlier in case i wanted to use it i grabbed the biggest knife i could find. I needed to ring the police i can't use the land-line its downstairs with that thing, i know i can use my mobile let me just....damn i left it in my room.

Im going to have to go back past the stairs hopefully it's gone by now, as i snuck past the stairs...it was horrific the clown had hanged George from the chandelier using his own intestines and...i could hear him coughing blood he was still alive but he'll bleed out soon, almost crying even though he couldn't hear me i whispered “I'm so sorry...” after seeing this i sprinted to my room thinking “its all my fault what if I'd said i didn't want to visit or if i'd just gone to sleep would they still be alive?” as i ran in the door i tripped over my mums headless body and as i was getting up i looked to the right and saw my mums head in the bathroom staring at me with a look of pure terror...

At this point i was lying their sobbing i couldn't take it any more...i would give anything to wake up tomorrow in my bed and my mum and George be alive,”GET UP” i told myself i'm not going to let them die for nothing i've got to call the police and get out of this living hell i started to get up and i searched desperately looking for my phone then i heard a quick “BLIP” and i recognised it instantly it was my the sound my phone made when i got a message it came from behind me full of relief i turned round to reach it remembering i left it on my bed but...when i turned round the clown was holding it with the same grin on his face i was filled with rage and fear at the same time i lunged at him with my knife...

Stabbing him in the chest but it did nothing i stepped back and fell on the floor in shock the clown slowly looked up chuckling as he did and it said “didn't your mother tell you its not nice to stab people?” sarcastically in it's sickening voice as it pulled the knife from its chest, it then dropped the knife over my mum causing her blood to burst out hitting my face but that was the least of my worries right now it walked over to me and crouched in front of me looking into my soul with its big, black, shiny eyes all i could say was...”Why?” in a high pitched squeal sitting their with no hope, shattered to pieces and the clown said...”Before i told you playtimes over that was your playtime this...WAS MINE!”