The Shadow Man In The Door Way

Have you ever felt like your being watched?, You know, like your not alone in a room. I have, Any normal human would think that it was just there minds playing tricks on them. Well for me it was not, It all stated well I was getting ready for bed about two nights ago. I took my messy blankets and moved them up and down flattening the wrinkles in them. I put it nice and flat and got in, As I lied there in bed I went into a deep long thought about life and the world around me. I always seem to go into thought like that at night but for some reason a strange thought came into my head, it was of a man standing under a street light. He didn’t actually do any thing he just kind of stood there. The after a few moments his arms lifted and started to flail around well a loud scream exploded threw the air. I sat up with a cold sweat running down my face. My entire body was shaking, feeling sick I decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water, I poured the water from the sink into the cup and then turned back to go upstairs. I turned around and my heart stopped, the cup of water I had in my hand fell to the floor. Smashing all over the floor: I stood there choking on my breath as I gazed to my front door which was wide open. There stood the figure at the end of the pathway leading up to my house, I quickly turned to run toward the stair case but felt one of the glass shards in the floor cut into my foot. I covered my mouth trying not to scream as I limped to the stairs, keeping a watch on the font door. The figure still stood unmoving and I slowly made my way up the steps and and limped into my room. I pulled myself into bed and hid under the covers, my breath heating up the air under the blankets. I could feel the hot blood running down my foot. Suddenly the front door slammed shut, I could here something coming up the stairs. My breathing got faster as I listened: I took the covers off my face and I saw the thing standing at the foot of my bed. Suddenly it’s hands went up almost like tentacles from a octopus, Then it let out a loud scream that blasted my ear drums. I held my hands on my head and screamed, I felt my body falling backwards. I fell back and my head smashed on the wall and I blacked out. When I woke up my eyes cleared from the black out, the sun shined threw the window. I looked don at my feat and saw my home video camera at my side. I grabbed the camera and turned it on, I saw that a video had been recorded on it, I hit play on the camera and started to watch. It showed a vary out of sync shot of a wooden floor, in the back ground I could here some vary odd sounds. I don’t even know how to put it. Then a strange growl type sound came into the audio, the camera turns and shows almost what looks like a sheet over a body. Another sound comes in that was kind of like a man saying something but it was slowed down so much that I could not understand it. The side of some sort of couch comes into the shot for a moment before the scene changes. It shows a shot of a static tv with the video still damaged, the man talking in slow motion can still be herd, a hand comes from off camera and starts to gently stoke the tv screen. He did this for a few moments before shutting it off, next I see a shot of the bottom of some sort of door. You can see the mans feat walk back and forth a few times before the scene changes again. It showed the shadow man standing in a doorway, not moving, the video still out of sync. Next it shows a shot of the shadow man standing under a street light, just like in my vision. He lifts his arms up and starts to walk up the street and past the camera. Then I hear the man shut off the camera, now here I am a few days later on the verge of going insane, like I haven’t slept since the incident. And the only way to prove this to the world is to write it down and take it and the video and put them on the internet. Now this may be the last sane thing all ever do. I can already hear the ambulance coming. There coming for me now, the men in white are taking me away. Just please people, know that what I saw was real. And this story I have wrote is my only proof. I must go now, my soft padded room awaits me…..
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Jornel
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:Wall of Text
Category:WHAT A TWIST!