Postby Percyception » 23 Mar 2014, 06:44
What you are about to read is intended to slightly scare you, not horribly scar you, just a little jump scare. If you are looking to read something funny, do not read this post. Please tell me how I did on writing and coming up with this, it's probably pretty bad, but it's up to you guys to decide. Thank you for your time.
~ Percy C. Ception II
[Good night, Kitty.]
I was driving home from work, doing what I always did. The same road, the same car... it was a normal day. I was driving along, but the road that was normally straight ahead was gone. Here's where things got... strange. My car ran out of gas, which is odd because I just filled the tank this morning. I got out of the car, and out of the gas from my car was a message in the grass: Good night, kitty. I walked away from my car... staying near it could end badly for me.
I walked through a field, with small ponds and streams. As I walked, the grass became more and more corrupted. What started as a healthy green field with flowing clear stream turned into a grey corrupted nightmare with streams of blood. Moving on, now.
I reached a hill and climbed it. Below stretched an even more corrupted field, more streams of blood, and worst of all, more walking. I knew I was only getting further away from home, I was probably lost this point. I looked down and noticed a house, almost a small manor, near a graveyard. I thought I'd ask whoever lived there for directions to the closest town. Not my best idea ever, but it was worth a shot...
As I climbed down, it began to rain. It was getting dark, I looked at my watch to check the time, but my watch was flipping out. It pointed to 5:12 and then switched it arms over to 11:41. I kept walking.
Finally I made it to the manor, and walked up the steps and knocked on the door. As I knocked, the house creaked and crows flew out of little hole in the walls. A man in a white tux opened the door. He had white hair in an Elvis sort of hairstyle. His tux was white, and by white, I mean completely white - there wasn't a single other color. Just white. He stared at me as if I were a girl scout selling cookies. "What do you want?" He asked. "I'm looking for the closest town.. can you give me directions?" I replied. He started to look at me with an evil glint in his eye. "A town, eh? Alright, I will give you directions. But you look horribly tired, how bout you stay here for the night?" He showed me inside, and closed the door.
You're probably thinking his house was full of dead bodies and weapons. You're wrong. His entryway lead into a big room with vaulted ceilings. There were passages in the wall that lead to different rooms. There were 6 doors in total, which lead to a kitchen, library, living room, study, and bathroom. The last door wouldn't open. I had dinner with his family, his wife, who wore a completely white gown, and white shoes. Her hair wasn't in a special hairdo, it was just let loose. They acted like they were in their 30's, but they had wrinkles and were unhealthy pale. They also had a single daughter, but she didn't show up for dinner. The parents acted like this was normal. I was suspicious... but I kept eating.
When night hit, I was exhausted. They let me stay in a small room on the seconds floor. The room had a single window on the left wall. The walls were painted a light brown with green and pink stripes, the green going right to left, and the pink going up and down. The bed was against the right wall, with a trunk at the foot of the bed. The only other piece of furniture was a rocking chair. Some cardboard boxes were in the corner, I looked through them and found them all empty except one, which contained a doll house.
I was trying to sleep, but that message in the grass kept appearing in my mind. My foot slipped out of under the blankets, and a cold hand snatched my ankle. I screamed, but no sound came out of my mouth. A found a knife under the pillow and stabbed the arm. I heard a scream full of pain, then a very very loud static noise that lasted 2 seconds. I ran out of the room.
I ran through the hallway for what seemed like hours. Doors and portraits lined the walls. Eerie shadows cast on the floor, one looked like a man bleeding while another man held a knife and laughed. I looked at the paintings lining the walls. I noticed they were all the same, showing a clown with a blood stained apron on. His eyes were closed, but they slowing began to open. He started crying, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. Then, slowly, his mouth opened, the black ink poured from his mouth, and he began laughing. I noticed under the apron was a jail suit... and the background of the painting was the same wall design as the one in my room.
I ran downstairs, turned on all the lights, and sat down. I was horrified. I began to calm down, and then I heard something coming down the stairs. I grabbed a gun I found and aimed it at the person who came down. The person who came down was a little girl in a black night gown. She wasn't as terrifying as who came down next. The clown I saw in the portrait came down the stairs. His arm was bleeding as if he'd been stabbed. They looked at me and said in unison, "Good night, kitty."
Then I blacked out.
twenty one pilots is so dumb. there isn't even 21 of them
