User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27051775-20151007113057

I was driving home one night along the back road by that old cemetery. I was thinking about the way the tombstones were knocked over and sadness for the souls buried there. I looked up to see a shadow dart past the front of the car. Shook up, I stopped only to see a few deer in the field to my right. I had to laugh at myself for getting so scared over a deer and started out again.

By the time I got home, my roommate was asleep. He sleeps with the TV on so I thought nothing of it as I passed his room and heard talking. When I got to my room, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. I told myself it was just the paranoia of excessive tiredness and the late night. Still, as I dozed off in my bed, I couldn’t help but think of that shadow and its’ sheer size… too big for a deer.

As I got ready for work the next day, I thought it was strange that I hadn’t seen my roommate, considering we worked the same shifts. When I heard his TV still on, I figured he had gotten the day off and was sleeping in. When I got back that night, I heard static from his TV. I knocked on his door to see if everything was alright. After about five minutes of no response, I went in. The scene before me was one of sheer horror. What was left of him was all over the walls and on the ceiling. As I turned to run, I saw the shadow again. This time I saw the bloody smile and realized what I’d seen was not a deer. As it closed in, I knew my fate.