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The day I moved into that house, was the day that my life changed for the worse. I promised myself to never talk about it again. But, I just need to tell to someone.  

It all started with the day I finished college. Now that I was an adult, I thought about getting a job. I found one, but it was out of my state. My parents searched online and found a house that was in good condition, along with some furniture. I don’t want to give you any details about the house’s location because nobody needs, or even deserves, to experience what I have in that house. 

I was slowly exiting the highway, and going onto the driveway of the house when I got excited the most about the independents I was going have. I got out of my car, got my stuff from the trunk, and looked up at the house, thinking about how much I’m going to enjoy the new chapter of my life. However, when I stepped up the stairs and onto the porch, up to the door, and inserted the key and turned it to unlock the door, I immediately felt a literal cold feeling grab my arm and crawl onto my chest. It made me feel like I shouldn’t be there. I shrugged it off. 

I opened the door, noticing the creaking coming from the door, and thoughts were crammed into my head about this. Surprisingly fearful thoughts like, “Why is the door sound old? What else of the house isn’t in good shape?”, and, “I thought my parents said that it was a good conditioned house.”. However, my thoughts went away when I fully opened the door and looked around at the living room on my left connected to the kitchen on my right.  

I chuckled and said, “At least the living room and the kitchen aren’t as bad as the front door.” as I walked into the house, and closed the door behind me. I explored the house and saw that the layout of the house was that between the living room and the kitchen was a stairway. I walked up the stairway and it lead to a set of three doors, the door to my left lead to my bedroom, the right, the bathroom, I never looked in the middle door because I assumed it was an attic or closet.  

That night, I was sitting on the couch watching my new TV and eating some popcorn I made, when I heard a loud sound coming from upstairs. I was dumbstruck, because it sounded like a footstep literally stomping on wood. 

"You're a grown-up now." I kept telling myself, "Time to be a man." So I got up, and walked up the stairs, leaving the TV on. Just then, I heard the stomping sound again. It was coming from the middle door. Brave, but still fearful, I tip-toed up to the door and cracked the door open. The second I did two things came out and into my face: One was a cold wind blowing through the door. It was the coldest breeze I think I ever felt. The other was a metallic smell, and the most disgusting thing I ever smelled. I immediately closed the gap, and tried to process all that I’ve just experienced. I made the decision to get this out of my mind, and just try to get some rest. I wished that would take care of that, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. 

I was sleeping on my bed when I awakened to a sound. I couldn't comprehend it at first, until I heard it again. A knock at the window. It didn't startle me at first because I had a red rider gun next to my bed, so I picked it up and swung the curtains open, nothing. I looked around for a ladder or something, but no, there was nothing and nobody. 

"I guess I'm just hearing things." I said and shrugged. I went back to bed after that. 

The next morning, I got the job orientation at my interview. I met a few people, but my boss was the lady I knew I could get along with because she was funny, she's kind, she's even from out of state like me. 

I did some grocery shopping that day. That night, I made myself a dinner for the first time and watched some TV before calling it a night. 

Hours after I got into bed, I woke up to the sound of a scratch on the door. I could envision some kind of blade being dragged on wood. Then I realized that it was coming from the door. I suddenly thought that a serial killer was in my room with a knife. I looked next to my bed to get my gun but it wasn’t there. How’d I lose it?! However, I did find my phone, and I can thank my lucky stars there was still signal. I dialed 911 and told the operator what happened. After I hung up, a few hours felt like a lifetime until the sound of a police siren came from my driveway. 

I slowly opened the door and met the officers downstairs on my porch. They searched, but only found that I was the only one in the house. I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. 

The next day, I walked out the door and noticed the middle door. I began to think about the metallic smell and cold breeze. I wasn’t going to walk in there, but I got more curious than I ever was before. Again, I shrugged it off. 

I went to the store to buy some more food. When I was finished checking out, I saw my boss. We had a little chat when she asked, "So, what do you think about your new neighborhood?", "Oh, I never really met my neighbors yet." I said "Really? Where do you live?" I replied to her my addresses and my boss'  skin turned milk white. She then gave me a full description of my house and asked if I lived in a house like that.  

I asked her how she knew the layout of my house and she said, "According to an urban legend, a couple lived in that house. The neighbors said that they once heard the husband screaming from the attic. In that attic they found the husband, sliced in half, latterly frozen, and hanging by chain from the ceiling. But the wife was never found." That was when the attic door came to mind.  What my boss said explained the breeze, and the smell. 

That night, I called my parents, and told her about this. My mom said that the history of that house was never informed to them.  I told her about what I've been experiencing in the house and she told me to move out of that house, which I agreed to do. Once I hung up the phone, I hear a powerful bang on a door upstairs. I looked upstairs and saw a man. Actually, I don't if that was a man, it's skin was pale allover, the eyes were just white orbs with small black dots in the middle, there was no hair on its head, and it was slouched down with it's hands between it's knees. I could see, even in the darkness, that it was holding a blood-stained machete. As the thing crawled on all fours down the stairs, I ran to the door, and swung it open. I slammed it closed and ran to never return to that house again. 

I moved back home after that, my dad got me hooked with his job, I never moved out of state again, and nothing big happened for a while. Well, that brings us to why I'm typing this. Like I said, I promised myself never to talk about it again, but I have this acing feeling that I need to tell someone so, that's my story.  I hope my readers don't find that house. 

What you are about to read are entries in my journal about the strange things happening around my town. I don't want any of this to go public, because none of this would be believed. But, I need to tell someone. One more thing before we begin: I won't reveal where we are. I don't want people to come here, and face the possibility of dying 

Part 1 

A couple of nights ago, my daughter woke me up, I looked at the clock and told her that it was two in the morning. She told me that she heard some weird tapping on her window. She was scared crazy. I told her that it was probably a bad dream but she begged me to check it out. I walked outside and scanned the whole perimeter, nothing. I came back in and comforted my daughter, telling her again that it was all a dream. However, she still didn't want to sleep in her room, so I had our dog, who was a German shepherd, to watch her for the rest of the night. I had nothing to worry about for the rest of the night.  

The next day, while I was on break at work, I was talking with one of my coworkers, Jeff, and he told me about his son waking up to the sound of tapping on his window last night. 

"Strange," I said, "my daughter said she heard the same thing last night.", "That is strange." Jeff said.  

I then asked Jeff what time it was when he woke him up and he said, "Two in the morning, can you believe that?" I felt a slight chill climb up my spine, but I considered it as a coincidence.  

Part 2 

My daughter doesn't hear tapping on her window at night anymore. But I couldn't stop thinking about how weird the things that happened that night, so one day I went on a walk around town asking people if they're kids had been hearing tapping on their windows at night. Some parents said that they have been, others said they have themselves, and the rest wondered why I asked. 

One morning, I read the newspaper and read about a kid who committed suicide. It started when his father walked into his bathroom last night, to see his son... vomiting an eyeball into the toilet.  

According to the boy, it was connected to voices in his head telling him to extinguish himself, "They're getting angry, that's why I vomited that eye." he said. A few days later, he jumped off his house roof. 

A couple months later, I got home from work and heard a loud, ear-piercing bang coming from inside the house. I rushed to the door and swung it open.  

On the living room floor was my wife, with her head blown to smithereens, and a shotgun in her hands. I noticed a small piece of paper in her back pocket. 

I took it out and saw that it was a note saying, "Sorry honey, but they told me to do this." 

Part 3 

I need to get this out quick! Now, things are getting weird and annoying. I woke up one day, got ready for work, and found my daughter in the living room staring at the turned-off TV. She wasn't even watching anything, it was just, dull and black. I noticed that she had a frightened look on her face, like she was about to be eaten by a bear or something. I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if she was alright. She broke out of whatever trance she was memorized in and she looked at me and said she was alright. Now, if nothing creepy was going on lately I would have thought she was in the imaginary world she loves so much. 

I kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you." I need to work overtime now that I'm a single father. 

Today, when Jeff got to work he seemed a bit different. Whenever he was talking to someone he'd have that kind look on his face he always have, but as he got done and left the conversation, he'd have an unpleasant look on his face, like he wasn't satisfied with something. I even noticed something that I'm surprised that nobody else did, and ashamed that I didn't point this out to them. You see, the Jeff I knew had bodybuilder arms, that were big, sacks of meat. But, the man in question's arms were skinnier, like someone had cut the skin open and replaced them with smaller ones. I don't know why I kept quiet about this. 

A few seconds ago, I had woken up to the sound of tapping on the window, when the second tap came, I snapped out of it. I don't know what have been going on, but I'm at my computer copying this in from my journal. I don't know what will happen to me, or how long this have been going on. But I don't wanna die.

We all have our favorite childhood memories, but soon after I moved out of my childhood, mine became a nightmare. 

I live in a town in the United States, well, it was a town when I was a kid, but it grew into a slightly bigger city. In this town, we had a restaurant called 'Chicken Chuck's Chicken', my dad worked there as a chef when I was nine years old, as well as his best friend John, who managed to get him that job. I remember walking on and seeing Chicken Chuck, and Dirty Joe the dog on stage, I think there was another guy in a costume on stage but I don't remember who it was. It closed long ago because John walked into the restaurant, and never came out. The police went in after him and did come out, but would say nothing about what they saw in there. Of course, the place closed and was confirmed to be demolished several years later. 

When I became a young adult, I became curious about what the cops had possibly seen in Chicken Chuck's, so being the adventurer I am, I decided to break into Chicken Chuck's Chicken and see what they aren't telling us a week before they level the place. But now, I wish I didn’t 

That night, I went to Chicken Chuck's but of course, the door was locked. I looked around the rectangle building caved-in between two other restaurants. I found a ladder leading to the roof, I climbed it and immediately saw a vent leading into the building. The vents were covered as you'd expect, but luckily I packed screwdriver for this occasion. I jumped into the vent and crawled through until I reach the end. I kicked the cover to the ground and jumped out. I brought out my flashlight and scanned the old place, reminiscing on my childhood, and thinking about sitting at the tables eating chicken while cheering as Chuck, Joe, and that other person play their song. Oh what good times I would have before John disappeared. I started to  walk, dragging my hand against the wall, feeling for a light switch, but I found something else. I pushed my hand on a button disguised as a brick in the wall, I watched in surprise as a man sized rectangle in the wall went out and to the side like a secret door. I looked in the hole in the wall to see a series of stairs leading to a super dark place, making it hard to see far down there. 

I slowly walked down the steps with my flashlight leading the way like it was a gun. When the stairs stopped going down, I saw that I was in a short, narrow hallway, and at the end of the hallway, placed right in front of me was a costume for Chicken Chuck sitting on a chair. Just when I was starting to walk   toward the site until it's head raised straight up and looked at me, I was shocked as I saw it slowly stand up like a hundred year old man trying to get out of bed. When it stood on it's shaky leg, it raised it's hands to it's head, and pulled it's head off. When the mask was completely off, I could see a human head, mangled and disfigured. It fell to the ground as if it got shot in the back, dropping the mask in front of my feet. I walked closer to examine the head, I open one of the closed eyes, it looked, plastic, like this man's real eyes were ripped out and replaced by two plastic white orbs with painted dots on them. Then I noticed the barley reconcilable face, I jumped up in fear... it was John! I jumped up to the feeling of something grabbing my leg, I saw the white glove from the costume surrounding my foot, I then looked at John, who was looking at me, and just barely, I could hear him saying, "Please, h-h-help... meee." his voice was muffled and hardly hearable. I kicked him in the face like a football, he fell to the side and he let go and I turned around running up the stairs. 

I looked behind me at the top of the steps to see John climbing up the stairs after me constantly asking for help. I noticed a ladder in a corner near the vent I came through. I ran to the ladder, picked it up and used it to climb to the vent. I was nearly to safety until I felt another hand on my leg. I didn't look at what was holding my leg. I didn't even look at what was holding me, I just used my other leg to kick at the foot that was restraining my foot until it let go. I rushed down the vents, jumped off of the roof of the building, and ran home thanking God that I made it out alive.  

Of course, when I got home, my parents caught me, I tried to tell them where I was but they didn't care, and grounded me for a week. I went into bed and tried to get some rest, but I then realized something… the ladder wasn't in that corner before. How'd it get there? 

So now, that was three years ago. Chicken Chuck's Chicken got demolished and I don't know what whoever maybe bought the land is going to do with it. I don't know if I saw the exact same thing the police had seen, or if they seen something else.

I'm not sure if I should tell this story. I mean, I think people won't believe me, since it's been a long time and I no longer have any proof. But I feel that for the safety of others I should talk about my little experience.  

It was October 8th 2007, the time of year stores were selling candy, costumes, and materials for those who wanted to make people pee their pants with horror. I had bought a kid's costume for the creature from the movie Scream, I was a small kid back then. Now, back then I lived in a farmhouse just a few miles outside of town with my parents, and we had a forest behind our home. I was in the living room playing with my Nintendo DS when I heard a sound coming from outside. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a tall figure in a raggedy robe like the one that was for my Scream costume, except it was white. Then being the nine year old I was I did something stupid. I knocked on the window and the thing slowly turned to me, and I saw its face. It had a pale white face, like the way anyone's would look if you were really, really sick. Not just that, it had bruises and scars literally all over that face that will forever haunt me. I screamed like the little kid I was and ran to my parent's room. I quickly turned on the light and, annoyed, they reminded me that Dad had to get up early the next day. I told them about the figure and dragged them like heavy sacks to the window where I saw it. You'd maybe expect it to be gone, but it was still there. However, when I pointed to where it was standing, they said, "I don't see anything," with confused looks. They probably thought I was either paranoid or going crazy so they let me sleep in their room for the night. They're the type of parents who think they can do anything to help people they're worried about. I didn't get a second of sleep after that.  

The next time I saw that thing was July 12th 2012. We moved out of state a year ago and came back for the summer. I had forgotten about the figure I saw in 2007 until the night we stayed with our friends that moved into our old place. My parents, our friends, and I were hanging out in the living room when I decided to get some fresh air. I walked into the backyard, and that's when I saw it! The... thing. It was standing at the edge of the forest, staring at me. It had hate all over its face, like I had just stole something special from it, and it growled at me. I immediately flashed back on the 2007 incident and ran back inside as fast as lightning. Everyone in the room suddenly looked up at me. My mom asked me what happened and I didn't know what to tell her.  Since I'm allergic to cats I told her that a stray one walked up to me.  

The thing is now haunting me in my dreams. The only one I can remember shows me standing in a dark, narrow hallway, with the only source of light being a bulb shining and flickering over me. Then I can hear running footsteps coming down the hallway. Suddenly, the thing pops out of nowhere and I can always see his sharp claws, reaching for me. But the only thing I can remember before waking up is that face filled with hate.  

I... I... I didn't know what to do so I'm typing this and am about to post this story. I have two theories about what he wants: Either he, or it, marked the house for some kind of haunting, because I only saw it at that farmhouse; or it marked me, because only I could see it. My parents probably think I'm crazy, but I'm not crazy! Am I? 

I'm constantly being cyberbullied by an administator usernamed Empyreallnvective. On littary ALL of my creepypastas, he tells me that they suck when others are telling me they don't. That's why I'm asking why he/she is alowed to do that.

P.S if you see Empyreallnvective, tell him/her that if I don't get a good enough answer by the end of the week after I post this, I can and will sue creepypasta.wiki.com

Five years have passed, I had moved out of my parent's house and into my own. I have forgotten about the man in that creepy mask... that's, until a few months ago.  

I have just gotten off work at McDonald's, when I got home I went to bed. I was about to enter Dreamland until I heard a knock on the window. I felt like my heart stopped, I didn't move, I just laid there, wondering what in the world I should do. I decided to suck it up, and bravely open the window... there was nobody there. I was about to dismiss it as my imagination until I looked on the other side of the street, and there he was. He stood still like a statue with his mask on. How does he have a mask with the exact same look? I ran to my phone and called the police. I told them that I was being stalked but when I looked outthe window, he was already gone. I instantly remembered when I was ten and I first saw this guy. How? I guess it just seemed so familiar. However that wasn't the end, I don't know when it might end. 

A few weeks ago I'd just gotten into bed and was about to close my eyes when I heard a loud noise, like a stone being throw into my window. I grabbed an old baseball bat I had, and slowly walked down the hallway to where I heard the sound to see that my window was broken, and I noticed a rock on the floor. I picked it up and saw carved in the stone the words, "You're next.". But right before I could understand what this means, I felt something that felt like a club was being plunged into the back of my head, and with that everything instantly went black. I woke up to bright lights, I observed my surroundings and saw that I was in a hospital. I turned to my left to see my parents and a doctor, they explained to me that my parents had came to visit me but when they knocked I didn't answer. Turns out I had forgotten to lock the door because when they turned the handle it was unlocked. When they came in they saw me lying on the ground with a giant bruise on the back of my head. I asked them if they found a rock in the room but they said they didn't. I guess he only wanted me to know that I'm next for whatever this psycho wanted to do with people, was he a serial killer or something?  

Today I saw in the newspaper that a few months ago the mask the police from the family muder was missing from the station's evidence locker. In an interview an officer remembered locking up the locker, but the next day he looked inside and found it missing. I tried to fit the pieces of this ginormous puzzle together by thinking that when the man in the mask finished mudering the family he'd must have hated keeping the mask on because it maybe felt uncomfortable, but when he had dropped it, and now he's somehow stolen it back. Why does he need that one mask so badly? Why not get another one? Maybe I'll never know. 

I never saw his face because he was wearing a black mask, but I bet he was never up to any good. He followed me, I'm not saying he chased me, he just kept appearing the disappearing at random times in my life. My first memory of the figure was when I was ten years old. I woke up from a bad dream and noticed that me water bottle was empty. I slowly walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, as I refilled my plastic bottle I heard the sound of a branch breaking outside. Now, normally I would think it was a dear or a bear because we live in the woods but I checked just to be safe. I turned on the outside light and looked out the sliding glass door, what I saw scars me to this day. I saw a tall man dressed in all black, even a black featureless mask like I said. I screamed at the top of my lungs like the little kid I was, he must have heard me because he turned around and ran out of sight. My parents came rushing out of their room and asked me what I was doing up so late. I told them what I saw and agreed to call the police. When the cops arrived they searched the whole surrounding area, but the he was nowhere to be seen. How did he get away so fast? I didn't get a minute of sleep after that. 

 The next two appearances was three years later. I was on Facebook when I got a message, the name was just some random numbers but I remember the picture being of that same darn mask on a wooden table.  

The message said, "I hope you remember me.", then they signed off. 

"Well, that's odd." I thought, until I looked at the mask and I instantly remembered what I saw three years ago.  

The next day I was waiting at the school bus stop, the only thing on my mind was the mask and the message.  

I kept asking myself, "Is he watching me?". 

A few minutes felt like thirty, before the bus finally came and picked me up. When we were picking-up the last kid I looked out the window and saw, you know who, standing next to a tree. Thank God we were only there for a few seconds.  

Two years later I saw on the news that there was a murder at a house. The police found the same featureless black mask lying on the living room floor. I don't know what the mask was doing there, but maybe I don't want to know.