Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26814449-20150724020710

-23/07/2015-

Hello there, my name is James. I am a 12-year-old boy and I want to tell you something creepy that happened last night. But first, let me tell you about myself:

I am very mature for my age, I’m not childish whatsoever and I am very grounded. I get good grades very easily and I read books all the time. I like to read books about scary stories and creepypastas, I watch horror movies, and I also play some scary videogames as well.

Usually, nothing scares me. I always knew since I was a kid there’s no boogie man, paranormal creatures, or even “Eyeless Jack” out there. It takes really A LOT to make me scared, I once even watched an entire dosumentary about human trafficking. Yes, I admit it was pretty nasty and disturbing, but I didn’t get scared or anything.

Since I was a little kid, I always hated clowns. All my life I always asked myself why clowns exist, clowns are too childish for adults and too scary for kids. What I hate about clowns is that I know a clown is just a 40-year-old man who never went to college and now had to deal with an awful low paying job. I have never been afraid of clowns, but I hate clowns really bad.

Now that you know what kind of person I am, I can tell you what happened last night.

I was sick of reading bad creepypastas and I asked my dad if he had a scary movie I could watch. He said he had one that was so scary that he had nighmares for a month when he was in his mid 20’s, then he looked at me and said:

“Since you are brave and all, you will probably consider it “boring”. But in case you are interested, I think the DVD is in the basement.”

I went to get it anyways, I was really bored that day and I thought anything would be scarier than the creepypastas I had read. I went to the basement and there is was, a red DVD inside an old card box. I then proceeded to quietly watch it in my bedroom, since it was late in the night. I don’t recall the name of the movie, it was so dull and stupid I even forgot its title. I got so bored past the first 40 minutes that I started feeling my eyelids very heavy. I must have fallen asleep afterwards.

 I was feeling very tired, I wanted to sleep some more, but I woke up and got out of bed. I didn’t know why I had done that, it didn’t make any sense.

I wanted to go back to bed, but my body wouldn’t follow my orders. I limply approached my desk and sat on the chair. My desk had now a big mirror where my computer monitor used to be. At this moment I was very confused. Of course, I didn’t know it was just a dream at that moment, I thought what was happening was real.

I couldn’t control my body, I just stayed there without moving an inch. I was facing the mirror, and since my room had some light that came from the outside street lamps, I could see my reflection in it. I apparently was wearing white and purple makup, I looked like a total freak! I looked like a sinister clown!

At this point, I gained the control over my eyes. At least I could control where I looked at. I looked at (pretty much) everything that was in my eyesight and besides my reflection and the mirror, everything was normal. I was still wearing my pajamas and there was nothing “paranormal” under the desk or on the wall.

I thought this was all a weird prank from my brother, but I still couldn’t move my body. I couldn’t even control my blinks! All I could do was control my eyes. There had to be a logical explanation for this.

<p class="MsoNormal">I then noticed something that really creeped me out. In my reflection, my nose was painted in dark purple, but my nose wasn’t. My nose wasn’t painted at all. This meant the thing I saw in the mirror was not my reflection, and in fact I was not wearing that weird makeup.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon I realized this, the reflection started smiling weakly. I started freaking out, this was getting really messed up. I wanted to get the hell out of my bedroom, but I couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">After what seemed like half an hour, his smirk started growing bigger. I felt really helpless and I still couldn’t move my body. And even though I could just avoid looking at him, I wouldn’t. He looked so... eery...

<p class="MsoNormal">I tried my best not to look at him for at least one second, but then I observed another thing that was not right. Even when I wasn’t making eye contact with him, he would just keep staring at me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I tried to remain calm, I wasn’t in pain, no one had died, and there was no one threatening me with a gun. But as soon as I looked in the mirror one more time, I got really scared. His smile was very big and his eyes were wobbling, then his eyes started to reach out of the face, in an almost cartoonish way. This was biologically impossible, I was dumbfounded.

<p class="MsoNormal">His mouth, still smiling, started moving slowly. It seemed like he was starting to whisper something. I couldn’t hear what he said at first, but after some seconds he started to speak louder.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had a really strange voice, like a mixture of childish clown and anxious psychopath. He spoke in a language I never heard before, I couldn’t make out even one of his words. He was starting to speak fast and louder, but I still didn’t understand anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now he was screaming really loud, in fact, so loud it was hurting my ears. I was so damn scared I would piss my pants if I could. This “event” had been on for at least 4 hours, I was so impatient and scared, I wanted it to end soon.

<p class="MsoNormal">In a swift movement, the reflection and I stood up. He shouted in a demonic voice:

<p class="MsoNormal">“KHAMOTHESTES!”

<p class="MsoNormal">There was a loud crack, something broke right in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was shaking, my body was actually shaking. The reflection looked at me and started laughing like a fucking psycho. Why didn’t anyone hear him? Everyone in the entire neighborhood would have heard him.

<p class="MsoNormal">I noticed I already had the control over my body, I was so nervous I fell on the floor. When I tried to get up I saw something that scared the shit out of me, my arms were all twisted, so twisted I could see the flesh and bones. <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0cm;">I screamed very loud, I was so startled by this I even started crying. I could still hear the other one laughing while lots of blood came out of my arms. Suddenly, I lost all my strength, my eyelids were very heavy and moments later I was unconscious.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0cm;">Today I woke up on the floor, I must have fallen from my bed when I was assleep. I got kind of creeped out because I woke up in the exact place where I died in my dream. <p class="MsoNormal">When I got up, I saw everything was normal, as I expected. No mirrors, nor laughing doppelganger, no nonsense. My arms were normal, I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. After all, this was just a nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know if this counts as a creepypasta since it actually happened, regardless, I hope you enjoyed it.

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<p class="MsoNormal">-25/07/2015-

<p class="MsoNormal">Guys, I really must tell you what happened after that night.

<p class="MsoNormal">The first day was completely ordinary, but when I went to sleep something odd happened. I got a really weird, nightmare where I would slit my wrists and die. I thought this was just another nightmare and ignored it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday I went looked into the word “Khamothetis” and thing similar to that but I found absolutely nothing. I searched on google and always got 0 results. Then I had an idea, maybe there was some info on the deep web.

<p class="MsoNormal">I opened Tor and tyoed this word in lots of search engines. In two hours I only found one thing, a creepy picture of a smiling clown with dark purple and white makeup with black background. Since in the deep web there’s lots of messed up things, I discarded what I had found as information.

<p class="MsoNormal">The day occurred normally and I went to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">I had the exact same nightmare last night. When I woke up today everything was normal...

<p class="MsoNormal">-30/07/2015-

<p class="MsoNormal">When I was researching stuff about weird dreams I found an article that said this:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Real vs Not real? Dr.R.Leonard can answer that! According to him, there is a great way to distinguish dreams from reality. In dreams we still feel that everything is real because of our senses, but that’s not the case. When we are dreaming, our brain creates a recplacement of “senses”, which makes us confused when we don’t know what is real or not. But all dreams have one thing in common: they don’t have beginning. This applies to literally all the dreams we have, and according to some studies most dreams don’t even have an end (...)”

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<p class="MsoNormal">I am calm. It doesn’t matter what the article says, I know for sure it was just a nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">I have been having that awful nightmare where I slit my wrists for a week now. I think I need to look more into this. I will write more when I find all the answers to this madness. <ac_metadata title="I Hate Clowns (please give feedback)"> </ac_metadata>