The Boy Who Became



I logged on to my computer, a beaten up thing that I'd had for ages. I technically wasn't allowed on it on weekdays, but Mum and Dad had gone to a dinner, and what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them... I opened internet, logged into Facebook. One message, from Rohan, an old friend. "Check it out," the message read. "These are super creepy." Attatched was a link to creepypasta.com. I opened it and adds started flashing in my face. I closed them all and started reading what a creepypasta was.

Hmm... Interesting. I clicked on a few links and started to read. I'd finished three stories before I realized it was ten, and I had to make myself dinner. I went downstairs in the dark, feeling my way across the walls. I heard a door creak. Just the old house making its normal noises. I was just paranoid from those creepypastas. I took a plastic tupperwear full of pasta out of the fridge and stuck it into the microwave, then helped myself to a coke from the fridge.

The kitchen door creaked open.

I jerked up, head swinging around. Was there someone there? Could I see a shadow?

Of course not. I laughed at myself, so paranoid. I crossed the kitchen and closed the door, picking up a fork while I was there. The microwave bleeped and I took my pasta out, and brought it upstairs with me. I sat by my computer, hugging the still warm box to myself while scrolling through story by story.

I didn't notice the shadows on the wall at first. I didn't hear the strange noises at first.

But when it reached 1AM, I started to get worried for my parents. I reached over to grab my phone, but all I felt was the icy cold wood of the table. I leant forwards to switch on the lights.

They flickered, once, then went out. I felt a cold breath on my neck. I spun around - no one there. I tried the lights again, but the power must have gone down...

I looked at my computer again. It was still running. Strange... I shook my head and clicked on another creepypasta link. These were addictive! This one was called "The Boy who Became" Interesting. As I started to read, I realized it sounded exactly like what I'd done. I pushed myself away from the computer, but hit something behind me. Raspy breathing sounded in my ear.

I screamed, jerked forwards, but something stopped me. Iciness wrapped fingers around my throat, my arms, my legs. I couldn't... breathe...