Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28856385-20171228223029

''Author Note: A bit nervous about this, but this took about 30 minutes to think and write. This is also my very first creepypasta I've made on this Wiki, so please make sure I get enough criticism to help me improve. I must improve. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story.''

I’ve never lost a friend that I cared about a lot in my entire life. I was only just a teenager so I never had much of these experiences, losing someone I cared about. But just a few weeks ago, I had that experience. And it’s one of the scariest experiences I ever had, and I’m still mourning the loss of her. For the sake of privacy, I’ll name myself as M, and her as F, and I’ll just say everyone as who they were.

It was all in a Skype conversation that we had. I might as well explain that we were in a long-distance relationship. I can’t tell how we met, it’s not important. I still remember the conversation that we had, F was planning on going to Disney World in a few weeks. Actually, F has been talking about it for a few months, as her parents have been planning it for that long. Admittedly, it was a bit annoying to see her freak out over knowing that she’s going to be at a place that I’ll probably never be able to go to in my life. But I was happy for her, she was happy, and I never wanted to rain on her parade.

I don’t know why we never did anything about it, but exactly a week before her unfortunate death, she had been complaining about noises in her walls. There were 5 different encounters during our Skype conversations where she would jolt and look around, saying that she heard some creaking noise. I would always joke about it, even the 3 of those 5 times where even I heard creaking noises. We were idiots, we didn’t tell our parents, we didn’t call the cops, anything. If we did, she would’ve been alive. I wouldn’t have lost her.

It was then the day where the terrible encounter happened. We were talking about this guy’s hilarious reaction to a disturbing image that I can’t say on Omegle. We were talking about how we were going to make it a ‘meme’ and it was going to be the ‘meme of the month for January’. It was then when she turned around, having the chair’s back facing me as she comments on the same creaking noise. Again, for some reasons, I made a joke that there was some hobo living in her walls. She told me to shut up as she pressed her ear against the back wall, as the chair spun slowly for me to see her when she stood up.

I remember it, the last words I heard from her: “I promise you, there’s something in my walls.” That was the last words she said before she walks out of her room, leaving me to stare at her room, void of herself. At that point, I was getting a little unsettled. It was just silent, excluding the quiet static sound of her mic. I sat erect on my chair, waiting for her to return. Silence. It was then all of a sudden, I heard metallic crinkling noises. I flinched back in my chair, the sounds were louder than I was expecting. I then thought, ‘What was the only thing in her room that was metallic?’

I then looked up just above her small closet and saw her vent. I was convinced that the sounds were coming from the vents. My suspicions became true as the vent suddenly plopped out of the wall, on the top of the closet, and on the ground, filling my ears with loud banging. Alarms went off in my head, I didn't know what to do. I don’t know why I didn’t know what to do, but I did. Before I got to do any major reaction, I saw this person, almost like a shadow for being clothed in black, slowly crawl through the tight space. I was shocked by how he was able to squeeze through space, but I knew I couldn’t sit there for long. I was scared for F’s life.

“F! F,” I screamed. “There’s someone going through your vent in your room! F!” I suppose the person didn’t hear my voice through the headphones, as he eventually gets on the ground. That’s also when I knew, F couldn’t hear my voice either. I was scared. Very scared. I stood up to call the police, but I didn’t know her location. I sat back down, scared out of my mind as the man stood up. I was right, he was completely clothed in black, the only skin I could see was his eyes from the ski mask. He looks at the computer screen before creeping out of F’s room.

I screamed F’s name constantly, tears rolling down my eyes. At this point, my parents barged into my room, screaming at me on what was going on. I quickly explained what was going on, but in the middle of my explanation, I heard F’s screams, that quickly turned into gargled screams, then silence. I cried out in despair as my own parents were freaking out as well until I passed out from being scared so much.

I believe about 3 hours after that, I woke up on my own bed, my mom sitting on the edge of her bed, sighing in relief when I woke up. I asked what happened, before I realized what was happening 3 hours ago, before screaming about F. Mom held me down and told me to calm down. They called the police, but it was too late, as I had already guessed. She was murdered. I had a violent fit, to the point where my family couldn’t even help me. I still have breakouts in my eyes from crying at least an hour. I had finally calmed down and went downstairs, as they explained that F was murdered again. F’s parents weren’t home at the time, which I stomped my feet in anger. If they were home, F could’ve made it. The explained that they called the police, making me sit back. I was actually stupid. I couldn’t believe I didn’t call the cops when I had the chance. I know they wouldn’t have made it in time, but I could’ve tried. I still can’t believe I didn’t call the cops. They told me that the murderer was not found, as no traces of handprints, footsteps, or anything was left behind.

We couldn’t go to F’s funeral, we had no money to pay the trip to go. I’ve been mourning her loss since the day she died, and I don’t even think I’ll forget about her for a long time. I hate myself. They keep saying that it’s not my fault that she's dead, but I can’t stop thinking that if I called the cops, maybe F would’ve been saved. I cared about F, and now she’s gone. And what disturbs me as well is that the killer wasn’t found yet. I know I'm overreacting to this, but...

I hope they get the punishment they well deserve. 