I found this weird story on a girl’s blog yesterday and I’m glad I saved it cos the blog was deleted a short while after I copied and pasted it on my computer. You can think it’s fake, it’s all up to you. But something you can’t deny is that it’s dangerous out there and there are things in the dark, and they’re not waiting anymore. We’re not safe anymore.
Last night was my first night at the hotel. After a long and warm shower, I lied on my bed thinking it was not such a bad thing after all and that the week I’ll spend here could actually be enjoyable. I felt really cozy and comfortable. The place looked so nice I thought I wouldn’t even want to go out anymore to do what I came here for.
I heard a knock on the window and brushed it off – it was probably a bird. I didn’t even bother moving and grabbed my book to down a bunch of chapters before sleeping. Another knock brutally cut me in the middle of a word – it was definitely just some jerk having some midnight fun or something. My eyes sank back in the ink of my old book, only to be stopped again by a third knock; multiple knocks, actually. The jerk seemed to not have enough fun already and decided to annoy the fuck out of me. I ran my fingers through my hair and yelled. “Can’t you fucking stop already?” But it didn’t stop, instead, it got louder and louder.
I jumped off the bed and walked, with my blood on the edge of boiling in my veins, towards the window. Then I stopped in my tracks a few feet away from it when a thought occurred to me – my room’s on the fifth floor. The crazy knocking had stopped. My heart couldn’t help but race in my tiny chest and I could feel pearls of sweat starting to form on my forehead. I took a minute to rationalize; there couldn’t be anyone behind those red velvet curtains, so why would I flip my shit out? Then, I realized that this was exactly the reason why. I let a deep breathe in and in a rapid though shaky way, opened the curtains… Nothing.
I breathed again and turned around to find my book on my bed but it knocked again. Three times. I froze. I didn’t want to turn around of course but something made me change my mind – the wind. I could feel the wind blowing on my bare legs which could not be possible as the window was closed last time I checked. I slowly lifted my left foot and as I started to move my neck, I heard a knock. On the door this time; my door. I was getting really mad at this point so I ran to the door and opened it quickly to scream at whoever would show up behind it.
“What the fu– ”, I choked. There was a guy from the hotel staff standing there with a sorry look on his face and a little basket full of tiny bottles of shampoo and body lotion and fucking chocolates. “Hmm, is this for me?” I asked after staring at him for too long I presume.
“Yes, it is but–” I grabbed the thing from his hands (I really like chocolate) and then questioned him with my eyes while I ate one with a blue package. He hesitated a bit and then he continued. “Ma’am, you’re not supposed to be in this room. We made a little mistake.”
“So, that’s what the basket’s for? Why thank you. Feel free to make more mistakes, sir.” I said with a wink that had no impact on his attitude whatsoever; I guess my friends lied when they said I was attractive when I do that. “Why do you keep looking over my shoulder? You need something there or–”
“Can you follow me now? I will guide you to a better room.” He looked more nervous by the second.
“Yeah, sure, just let me grab my things.” I didn’t want to stay here anyways so off I went with the cute hotel staff. I turned around ready to head to my bed but he grabbed me by the wrist and with a serious look on his sweaty face he said: “We should really go, now.” I didn’t protest anymore and followed him to the lift in my panties(Should I mention there were teddy bears all over them? Which is probably why he didn’t react to the wink now that I think about it…).
He talked to me as if nothing had happen on our way to my new room and explained that tomorrow morning “the guys” would bring me my stuffs. He was really nice and extremely good at hiding secrets it seemed. I went to sleep without hearing any knocks and woke up with my bag and my things inside outside my door. There was also a little tissue with numbers on it: 0905152306. I just assumed it was the cute guy’s phone number and that I actually didn’t fail my seduction plan.
Little did I know that it was actually a date and a time. I’ve only just discovered it as I’m typing this for whoever out there will read. Saturday, September 9th. I’ve only got six minutes left until we reach 23:06 and then I don’t know what will happen but my computer will send this in twelve minutes so I might be able to record what happens then for you. If I die – why would I die, huh? – I think this could help, I don’t know, maybe the police or just curious lil’ shits on the internet looking for thrills or whatever. I just really have no idea what could happen, maybe it was a joke, but I just took some precautions in case something do happen and it’s bad.
So here we are, it’s already 23:07 and I’m still here, nothing happened. We can all go home and rejoice. Wait. No, it’s not possible. I think I just heard a knock on the window. I can’t stay here, I’m going to grab my keys and leave.
Okay. I can’t find my keys. It just knocked again. I want to go. Please. I know no one can read this just yet but I need help. I don’t want to scream, maybe it could hear me and I’m not sure I want that. I should’ve stayed home, I’m sorry dad, I’m sorry mom. I just wanted to feel a bit freer. It’s knocked again. I think this was the last warning. It’s gonna come and get me. It’s gonna come and get me. My message will be sent in two minutes but there was so much I wanted to say. Oh my. It’s here. I don’t know how it got in through the window but it’s here. And it’s walking towards me. So tall. So dark. Oh God, what is this? Why me? It walks so slowly but it’s staring at me. I can’t stop typing I’m so scared. It’s getting close. It’s got a
(The message was followed by four blank pages which turned out to be full of one word written all over the pages in capital letters and white color: HOMECOMING. I don’t know what that means but it surely ain’t something good. We’re not hunters anymore; we’re the preys. Be careful in hotels, guys.)
Another creepypasta submission. Wrote it a bit as a parody in the style of some crappypastas I’ve read. But it still gives a bit of chills imo, even though it’s a bit funny!