The Lurker

Sorry for any typos, this is my first creepypasta so dont hate. Enjoy.

It wasnt that long until middle school started. I, Ethan Adamson, just got out of elementry school. I was scared to go to 6th grade. New homework, teachers, and bullies was what i was afraid of, but all that was nothing compared to "it".

We had just moved into our new town, Jamesville. Everything was diferent from our old town. But there was something more terrifying and ferocious than I would ever experience.

My first incounter with "The Lurker" was when I spent my first night in Jamesville. It was during a thunderstorm and I was sleeping on a pallet made of blankets in my new room because we hadnt put my bed in my room yet. Around 1:00 at night, I was awoken by my closet creaking open. Then a lighting strike near by lit up my room, revealing the thing that opened my closet door. It was tall. It was so skinny that you could almost see every bone in its body. But the most horrorific part was its face. Its teeth were sharp looking and white and it smiled like an insane person would. But it had no eyes. just empty eye sockets. It looked at me and let out a screech that I will never forget.

It was dark in my room again. But then another fucking lightnight strike lit up my room, and there he was, standing over me and looking down at me on my pallet. I let out a scream, which made the monster vanish as if it were never there.

My second encounter was less frightening. I was with my mother and my older brother, Victor, in the car driving to my grandmothers house. It was during the night but it wasnt rainy this time. Our grandmother lived out in the country so we had to drive down a road the cuts through a forest. Strangly, the engine died. So my mom tried to restart the car. I looked out the car window into the forest and I saw it coming towards the car. It was getting closer and closer and then it was right at the opening of the forest. I screeched in terror. "Calm down, i got it to work.", mom said as she drove off. I looked back were the monster was but it had vanish like it had when I first saw it. My mom and brother didnt even notice it.

We had gotten to our grandmothers house in the next 30-40 minutes. As we pulled in her driveway, I bursted through the car door and ran into the house. Strangly the door was already open. I began to search for my grandmother. I went into the living room, only to find her brutally murdered on her recliner chair. Blood was everywere. She had been mutilated and beat to death. But whoever or whatever had killed her, left scratches on her face, carving a smile.