Don't forget to smile

October 13
I heard it again last night, the banging in the walls. It started about two days ago, and I haven't slept since. I am going to be recording the next few days in my journal, just in case...
October 14
It's getting louder by the day. I called the exterminator today, he's coming on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to getting some sleep. They say eleven days is the maximum time anyone can stay up at once. I hope it doesn't come to that.
October 16
The exterminator came today. After crawling around my house for an hour, he left , saying there was nothing there. He looked a little scared though, and rushed out in quite a hurry. I haven't heard the banging in a while, though. I'm so glad this is over, but I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to lay down for a while.
October 17
It started up again last night, I called the exterminator again, but no one answered. I drove to the listed address, only to find it deserted. Something strange is definitely going on here. My friend Luke has agreed to let me stay at his house for a few days, until this all passes over, I could not be more grateful to finally get some sleep.
October 19
It followed me here. The banging is just too much for me to handle. I don't want to get Luke involved in this, so I thanked him, and told him I couldn't stay. " it's all okay, just don't forget to smile" he said, smiling a little too widely, as I drove away. I'm glad I didn't bring him into this.
October 21
I looked in the mirror yesterday night, and have not slept since. When I looked in the mirror, my reflection, which was obviously mine, although it couldn't have been mine. There was definitely something wrong. The skin on my face was pale white and shriveled, with pieces of flesh peeling off, and my hair was almost gone, my eyes were empty sockets, driping blood and chunks of flesh and bone, but it was what happened next that scared me most. My reflection smiled. I couldn't have. It was only my reflection, pulling back his lips to reveal a sharp, inhuman set of teeth. I almost threw up. Then all of a sudden, it morphed back into my regular reflection. I don't know what I am going to do if this continues.
October 27
Everything has been normal for almost a week. I have been able to get some well needed sleep, and my reflection is still normal. I am so happy. I planned a halloween party for thursday. I hope nothing happens to make me have to cancel the party, Halloween is my favorite holiday.
October 28
The noises are back. Louder this time, as if they are angry at something. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I heard today that both the exterminator and Luke have not been seen since last Sunday. I am genuinely scared of who, or what, is doing this.
October 29
It spoke to me today. I was taking a shower when I heard a deep, raspy voice from inside the walls. From what I could understand, it said something along the lines of " don't forget to smile." fear coursed through me as I took in the familiar line. I had this strange feeling, like I almost wanted to smile. What's happening to me? I hope I can forget about this for Halloween.
October 30
When I woke up this morning , the scent of metal filled my nostrils. I looked over, and on the wall there was a message written in blood, or what I assumed was blood. It said one word: Smile. I suddenly noticed a wet feeling on my hand. I looked down to see my hands and the rest of my bed covered in dried blood. I should have screamed or threw up, but what I did next surprised even me. I smiled. A huge ear to ear grin, and then I started laughing. Just a chuckle at first, but then flat out bursts of laughter. I don't know what's wrong with me. It just felt so right. I need to do this more often.
A man walks down the steps into a black inky darkness. He hears noises behind him,as there is a party going on in his house, but there are also noises in his head, urging him onward into the blackness upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, he flips a switch on the wall, illuminating the cramped basement. It is a normal basement, save one thing. There are three bodies hung on the far wall. They are all gutted, with cuts running from their chests to their lower abdomens, revealing the three men's spinal chords and back muscles. Their eyes are all missing and one's face Is cut off rather sloppily,blood dripping from his exposed muscle tissue. The face in question is laying on a table in the middle of the room. The man approaches the table and picks up the disembodied face. He places the face over his own, creating a mask-like effect. there are two ends of a piece of twine running through the "mask". The man ties them behind his head and then smiles, a little too widely, and heads back up the stairs, towards the awaiting party, turning off the light on the way out.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jornel
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:That just raises more questions!