Thursday, February 20th
Day fricken four. This one, I don’t even have the energy to complain about this. I know. I should be happy this is already half way over, but I’m not. I’m dreading what’s next. This is starting to become way too much for me. At first, it seemed bearable, but now? It’s not even close.
After last night, I wasn’t in the mood for going to school so I lied to my parents, telling them I felt ill. I’m nineteen so they didn’t really bother trying to make me go anyway; it’s my life after all.
I was still a little edgy and pissed from last night so I was pacing my room for a very long time. I knew I needed to try contacting the freak responsible for all of this but doing that in a pissed off mood wouldn’t help me. I needed to calm down. So after about an hour or so, I managed to breathe normally and put myself in a somewhat stable/not pissed off mood, to contact him.
I sat back down at my desk, logged on to my computer, and opened the Creepypasta page. I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms and waited for a dialogue box to appear. As I did, I kept going over in my mind about what I would say to this thing when it chose to show. Would I start yelling and screaming at the freak for bringing this on? Would I keep a cool head and try to probe this thing for what would be coming next? Or would I just be too numb to say anything?
I was about to find out.
After about twenty minutes or so, the monitor finally beeped and that all-too-familiar black text box formed.
Oh, goody. I silently crossed my arms, still waiting for the freak to say something. For the longest time, the box remained empty. The cursor blinked over and over waiting for text to form. It reminded me much of the first day all of this started, I’d been waiting for words to come then too.
Ten more minutes passed, and then text steadily began to form.
“Are you going to sit there? Or are you going to speak?” It asked.
I didn’t answer, I continued staring at it.
“Very well then, remain silent. I have no trouble with that. A silent audience always hears more than a talkative one.” It went on, “I very much enjoyed last night’s little piece. Your attempt to find a friend in all of this was, while pointless, very touching.”
My arms tightened against my chest, my eyes narrowed. This guy doesn’t need to remind me of last night. I still didn’t say anything.
It continued, “You handled the situation in a semi-controlled manner. You were not as afraid as the first night this story began, but still failed. You were doing so well too, up until the end. You did not learn your lesson from the first night it seems.”
Oh, jeez! Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. I still kept my mouth shut.
“Hmm…And judging by your blank face and lack of reaction, you are no longer caring about any of this?”
“Correct.” I lied. I fully cared about the whole situation. I was only acting like this to make him reconsider sending me another “visitor”. My reasoning: You can’t have a story where the main character won’t participate/care what happens next. What would be the point of reading a story where the protagonist didn’t respond to anything?
“Well then, we will have to make you start caring again. Hmm…Perhaps sending tonight’s visitor to your friend’s home would make you care; which also means, unlike you, if he dies he will not have a second chance. But that is acceptable. And if that fails to motivate you, then we can just send the next visitor to see your parents the next night.”
“What?” I jolted forward. “No! Please don’t!” I begged.
“Ah, there is the emotion I was looking for.”
Crap, I closed my eyes, clenching my fist as I did so. I felt stupid. Damn it. How did I fall for that?
“Not as “uncaring” as you appear.”
I took a quick breath before answering, “Okay, so maybe I do care. You happy?”
“Only if you do what you are supposed to.”
Is there any way out of this? It wasn’t looking like there was. But maybe I could use that to my advantage.
“Can I make you a deal?” I asked.
“Perhaps, what do you propose?”
I smiled; maybe I had a shot at this after all.
“I’ll fully participate, without giving any more trouble if you answer a few questions.”
“If I answer a few questions?”
“You will fully participate?”
I nodded, and then remembered he couldn’t see me (I think), “Right.”
The box remained empty for a few moments, before answering,
“Allow me to fully understand this; your proposition is as follows: You will be completely compliant with your role for the rest of the story, without giving any more trouble, in return for just a few answered questions. Regardless of what I just said about having future visitors see your friends and family instead of you when you do not listen. Is that correct?
“Uh…” Okay, you know what? I take back what I said earlier about me not being stupid, I am, just a little bit.
I took a deep breath before reluctantly saying, “No.”
“I thought so.”
I didn’t. “But you can’t expect me to go on like this without a little information.”
“J.T. you have no form of power of over me, neither by bargaining nor threatening. I do not have to give you any information, unless I wish to.”
Terrific. My head sagged, “Great!” I muttered.
“But this is your story and I suppose making it this far has earned you some information, but not much.”
I perked up at that, surprised.
“Really?” I asked.
I leaned back in my chair, not believing my good fortune.
It continued, “I’ll answer three questions, but not the ones I find invalid.”
Good enough for me, “Alright then. First question: Who are you?” I knew he’d probably say that question was one of the invalid ones, but to my surprise I was wrong.
“Who am I? A very good question. I have had many names throughout time, but none that you would ever recognize. You may simply refer to me as, The Sender.”
“The Sender, huh? Are you human?” I know I kind of already knew the answer to that one, but I had to be sure, regardless. (Don’t judge me)
“No,” it said.
Knew it. “Okay, then. Last question: why are you doing this and more importantly, what do you get out of it?”
“Finally, you say something rather intelligent. I must say, I was beginning to think you were a lost cause.”
Lost cause, what’s he mean by that?
“Unfortunately,” He went on, “Those were two questions. I am doing this because you asked for a story, so I am giving you one. The second question, which was a very good one, exceeded your limit so, I cannot answer.”
“What? Oh come on! That’s the same answer you gave a few days ago! That one doesn’t count.”
“It does indeed count. I said I would answer three questions, you asked me three. Whether they were good questions or poor ones, were left up to you. You chose to ask poor questions and waited to ask the good ones when it was too late.”
“You know what? I. Fricking. Hate. You.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.”
I so wanted to choke this guy. But that would have to wait. I needed to know what was coming next.
“So who’s visiting tonight?” I asked.
“You have asked that since Log 1, and have you ever received an answer?”
I remained silent.
“I thought so, what on earth makes you think I would tell you now?”
“Well then, I guess there’s not much of a point continuing to talk to you today. Since you’re not going to answer anything else.”
The box remained empty for a few hesitant moments.
“I suppose there is not. But before I go, I will say this, you are already beginning to change.”
I raised my eyebrows, giving the computer a confused look, before asking,
“What do you mean?”
In answer, the box suddenly vanished from the screen.
I let out a sigh, “Of course, you don’t answer. Jerk.”
So I will admit: this conversation was somewhat enlightening. I have a name for this freak now, or at least, a title for him. And while I still don’t have the answers I need, this is better than nothing.
But it was time to get back to what mattered: My next visitor.
At this point of time, I was trying to figure out the connection to these freaks. Besides the fact that they were Creepypasta stories, why had these particular ones been chosen?
I didn’t know, so I had no way to guess what would come next that night.
But I wasn’t going to be as unprepared as the last few times. I was going to get ready for this.
I got up from my desk and started grabbing items I might need for tonight’s visitor. I grabbed the following: knife, phone, flashlight, lighter, handycam (yes, I was going to try and film again), and last but not least, my laptop. After gathering these items I placed them in my backpack and got ready to leave. I’d already discovered that going to a friend’s or staying at home would be a death trap, and not only that, these places had few people. So why not even up the score?
“Mom, I’m headed to library.” I called out after putting on my favorite hoodie.
“What? I thought you said you weren’t feeling good.”
“I’m feeling a little bit better, and while I can’t make it to school, I can go work on my research project.”
“Oh, okay then. Be careful.”
I silently laughed when I stepped out the door. “Be careful. Heheh, if only you knew.”
After that I headed straight for the library. It was an ideal place to deal with this crap. It was public, it was spacey, and I knew the layout. And besides, I might just find something out about this so called, “Sender”. You never know.
When I pulled into the public parking lot, I made sure all my items were out of view. I didn’t need to get arrested for carrying a hunting knife in the library; I had more important things to deal with.
It was about 3:00 p.m., when I stepped through the glass doors of the library. I had plenty of time to get settled.
The library wasn’t particularly too big. The front entrance was just a small corridor with a restroom on its left. The main room of the library was one big circle, the front desk resided in the middle and the rest of the room was divided by bookshelves.
If I wanted to find anything about my situation, my best guess would be to start with legends or something of the like. The Sender already had a thing for that, he admitted that he had been around for a long time, and wasn’t human. So there was bound to be something on him.
I spent the next three and half hours looking for information on him, but the closest I came to finding anything were stories about storytellers who brought about real things, which didn’t really help me and mentioned nothing of this “Sender”.
I was sitting at the table flipping through the pages of an old German book about legends when the intercom announced, “The Public Library will be closing in ten minutes. Please finish checking out any books.”
“Great.” I wasn’t going anywhere. I picked up my bag and headed to the public restroom. I remembered seeing a janitor closet near it. When I reached it, I tested the handle to find it unlocked.
Score! I quickly got inside and locked the door.
Thirty minutes later, the library was empty and the entrance doors were locked.
I quietly stepped out of the closet and peeked around.
The place was empty except for me and the books.
Good, now, back to researching.
I went back to the table I’d left the book on and surprisingly, it was still there.
“Huh, lazy librarians.” I murmured.
I set my backpack on the table and started pulling everything out. I needed to be ready for the next freak, I didn’t know when he would show, but I knew it would be soon.
After everything was in place I sat down and took a good look around.
Now that the place was empty, it was really dark, and very quiet. (Which if you think about it, this place is always supposed to be quiet)
“Man,” I said quietly, “I hadn’t realized how spooky this place could be at night.”
A loud ringing broke me out of my thoughts.
“HOLY-!” I let out, nearly falling out of my chair.
My cell phone vibrated the whole table.
Damn it, I forgot about that.
I flipped it open to see my mother’s number calling me.
Hesitantly, I answered, “Um…Hello?”
My mother’s upset voice came from the other end, “J.T.?! Where on earth are you? It’s nearly 7:00! The library closed at six!”
Whoops. I hadn’t thought about this part of my plan. “I...uh... I’m staying at a friend’s house.” I lied.
“Staying at a friend’s house.”
Her voice quieted into a monotone, “Uh-huh, who’s?”
Uh, oh. I’d lived with her long enough to know when she would check behind me. She was going to call whoever I told her I was staying with. Which was no one.
I quickly tried to think of way out of this. An idea formed.
Taking a deep, mocking sigh, so she could hear me, I answered, “Okay, okay, I’ll head on home. I’m sorry, I thought since I was nineteen and all I wouldn’t need to ask you. But that’s okay.”
I quickly turned away from the phone and said to no one, “Sorry man, my mom just called. She says I can’t stay.”
I heard my mother on the other end of the line go quiet for a moment before interrupting, “No, no, no, wait!”
“Oh, hang on man.” I placed the phone back to my ear, “Yeah mom?”
With a guilty sigh, she said, “You can stay the night. I’d just like you to tell me when you do.”
“Really?” I asked with mock surprise, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s just that I worry about you sometimes. That’s all.”
I worried for them too, that’s why I was here and not there at home.
“Well, okay then. Thanks mom. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you then, love you.”
I hung up the phone and leaned back with a victorious smile.
“And that, my friends,” I said to my imaginary audience, “Is how you fool your mother.”
A large boom interrupted my victory lap, startling me.
This time, I really did fall out my chair.
“Ow!” I fell on my back. Damn my clumsiness sometimes.
Another boom resounded. My head shot up in the direction of the noise. It sounded like it came from the entrance.
I got back onto my feet, grabbed my knife and camera, and after a moment’s hesitation, approached the front entrance hallway. The boom happened again, but it sounded much louder this time. I reached the hallway and slowly peeked around its corner. I could see the sun through the front entrance just finishing its decline in the horizon.
The glass doors shook.
What the heck?! What’s causing that?
It sounded like it was coming from the front doors, but there was nothing there. Or was there?
I peered closely at the front entrance, I didn’t realize what I was seeing until the boom came once more.
A silhouette was just at the corner of the doors blending in with the walls. It appeared to be tall and bald. I couldn’t see its arms so I assumed it had them crossed behind its back.
The thing kicked at the door causing another loud boom.
That explains the noise.
It kicked once more.
Really? Does he really think he can kick the door down? I couldn’t believe this thing.
It kicked again. BOOM!
“Oh come on,” I muttered. This was pathetic.
No really, it’s pathetic.
I couldn’t help it; I stepped in full visible view and shouted at him, “Hey genius!” The thing stopped mid-kick and looked at me. “You aren’t going to get through that door by kicking it. So why don’t you just go ahead and get out of here.” Or do what a regular smart person would do, use your hands!
A small low pitch sound came from it, which steadily grew into a loud growl.
“Growl all you want!” I yelled at him, “You’re not getting in.”
It snarled and kicked once more.
I went speechless. Tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I just heard.
The thing kicked again, the glass cracked.
“No way!” My jaw dropped.
The thing let out a hiss and kicked one last time. The glass completely shattered. The thing stood there for a moment assessing its handy work then stepped inside. As it did, the sun finally sank into the horizon, no longer causing this thing to be a silhouette.
“No….fricken….way.” I stepped back in both horror and fascination. A moment ago, I’d thought that this thing was some guy with his hands behind his back. Now I knew that description wasn’t even close to what it really looked like. It was tall, deformed, with all gray skin, and with no clothes. Its eyes were small, beady, and black. And yet, what was so fascinating were its arms; it didn’t have any. I recognized this freak, he was one of the classics of Creepypasta, and also one of the most ridiculously named in my opinion.
“B.O.B.?” I asked aloud.
Bob looked at me once more before baring his sharp rows of teeth into a snarl.
I looked down at my knife then looked back at Bob. I should have brought a gun. I pocketed the knife. Getting in a fight up close with this thing was suicidal.
He quickly ran forward towards me. And I ran too.
The other way.
I high-tailed it to a row of shelves and quickly tried to weave my way through the natural maze.
I could hear Bob’s growls and snarls the whole time. After a few moments of running, I came to a stop at one of the office doors on the back wall. Could I hide in there? I heard Bob snarl, and then the shelf that was just in front of me fell over onto its side. Revealing Bob.
“Oh crap!” I rushed through office door and quickly slammed it behind me. I looked around for a hiding place or an exit. But there was none. Crap! All there was were a few desks and computer monitors. Bob kicked the door, BOOM!
Oh man, oh man. How do I get out of this?
This was starting to become a repeat of my first encounter with Jeff the Killer, and I didn’t have a gun this time!
There had to be something. I looked around for anything that could be of use to me at all. My eyes settled on a small metal panel on the opposite wall. A breaker box.
Perfect! I ran to it, threw it open and begun to turn off all the switches. With each flip of a switch, light after light began to go off in the building. I heard another boom resound at the door, followed by the last noise I wanted to hear, a crash. With a gulp, I turned around just in time to see Bob step over the fallen door and growl at me. Oh come on!
Where was the breaker for this room? I frantically resumed flipping off switches. Bob observed me, and then began to slowly approach me. I couldn’t help but think, Oh how cliché! The hero is slowly approached by the freak while he’s within an inch of salvation! I flipped another few off. Bob continued getting closer. “Damn it, Sender! If I get out of this one! I swear I’m gonna-” Bob roared behind me. He was now a foot away. I quickly turned around with my back against the wall. It roared once more and I immediately jumped back in fear. My back slammed into the breaker box. A clicking sound came from behind me and then…
The whole room was immediately engulfed in darkness. I heard Bob quickly kick where I was leaning, but the only thing he hit was breaker box. Sparks flew away as his foot smashed through it. He roared in pain and anger. I’d moved the moment the lights went out, and the best part was, I had my night vision camera. I could see everything. I managed to slowly crawl under a nearby desk. I hit the record button on the camera and peered through the screen. Bob was still growling and hissing looking around for me. I didn’t know if he could see in the dark, but I didn’t want to chance it. I swept the camera around the room looking for a way out. I heard Bob walk around and suddenly bump into one of the desks. He growled in frustration. I smiled. Hehehe, moron. I suddenly heard a whooshing sound followed by a flying desk which crashed into the wall in front of me. My smile melted. Um…yep, definitely not staying under the desk. Time to go! I peeked out from under the desk with my camera to get a focus on Bob’s location. He was five desks over to my right looking under each one. Every time he finished checking one, he would suddenly send it flying into a neighboring wall. Crap, he was destroying all the hiding places. I had originally taken this thing to be a feral minded monster, but now I realized he was far more intelligent that what I gave him credit for. He kept walking around searching for me. Alright, taking a deep breath, I can do this. I just have to be quick and quiet.
With that, I crawled from under the desk and began to make my way to the exit. I didn’t know if he could see me in the dark so I kept low and made certain I had the camera trained on him. As I did this, I had to turn with the camera to see where I was going and then look back to make sure Bob was still there. Bob was getting closer. Nearly sixty seconds and five feet later, Bob made it to the desk where I had hid originally. He knelt down and sniffed the desk. Oh crap. Can he smell me? Now I definitely had to pick up the pace. I started crawling faster to the exit, not even bothering to see where I was going now. Bob stood up and took in a large intake of breath before releasing an ominous hiss. Not good! I risked a glance behind me to see how close I was to the exit. Three feet, yes! I was going to make it! But that hopeful thought suddenly shattered, literally. Glass from a broken lamp suddenly cracked from beneath my knees. “Uh, oh.” Bob quickly perked up at the noise and looked in my direction. He leaned forward and opened his mouth to reveal his nasty, sharp jagged teeth. An evil hiss escaped his throat.
All of that brought me to one conclusion: He could see me.
“Shi-!” I quickly scrambled up and ran through the exit. Bob burst into a sprint and quickly chased after me. The whole library was dark now, so I had to keep the camera in front of me at all times to see where I was going. I heard Bob’s heavy breathing and snarls getting closer with every step I took.
Crap, and here I thought this one would be easy!
Bob was now a few feet behind me. I had to think of something. But what in a library could possibly help me with a situation like this? Knowledge?
Through the camera I could see I was approaching the front desk. I had no doubt Bob could see it too, he suddenly put on a burst of speed and was now just inches behind me. If he had arms he would have probably grabbed me by then. Wait, no arms. That’s it! A crazy idea came to mind. I stopped running and dropped to my knees just before reaching the desk. Bob, thinking I’d try to vault over desk had continued running. I felt him trip over me at full speed, (and oh man did it hurt) and slam face first into the reception desk. Now, if he had arms he would have been able to break his fall, but he didn’t.
I sat back up and peered through the camera, then said, “Warning, tripping hazard, idiot.” I expected Bob to get up and start chasing me again but he wasn’t moving. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t care. I quickly scrambled back to the table I had put my stuff on earlier and shoved all of my belongings back into the bag. Once that was done, I sprinted for the exit.
As I did, I passed by the reception desk. I couldn’t help but look in to see why Bob wasn’t moving. I stopped and peered over the desk. “Wow,” I let out. Now I knew why he wasn’t moving. When Bob had flown into the desk, his head had slammed into one of the computer monitors, so he was either dead or out cold. Several books on the shelf had fallen on top of him. I laughed when I read one of the titles of the books, “Physical Handicap Fitness Guide for Dummies” I didn’t stay to admire it any more than I had to. I’d learned my lesson from the last time, when you kill one of these freaks; they won’t stay dead for long. I ran out of the library and managed to make it to my car safe and sound. I was just pulling out of the parking lot when I heard it: Growling. I looked back at the front entrance of the county library. Bob stood in the midst of the shattered glass doors, glaring at me.
“Maybe next time buddy!” I yelled out to him and proceeded to slam on the gas. I shot out of the parking lot and onto the main highway. After getting several miles down the road, I relaxed.
I did it. Haahahahah! I did it! I was happy. I’d managed to survive another Creepypasta, a classic one too. I gazed up at the sky and said aloud, “Well, Sender, I don’t know if you can hear me or not. But I won this time. And not only that, I’ve got proof.” I patted my camera in the passenger seat.
I took my eyes off the sky and look back to the road. “HOLY!” I slammed on the brakes just stopping mere inches away from a tree.
What? How did that get there? I looked around. My jaw dropped.
“Whoa…How did I get here?”
I was back in my driveway, but how?
My phone started ringing. I hesitantly answered, “Hello?”
“J.T. are you on your way back yet?” My mother’s voice greeted me.
“What? Back from where?”
I heard her pause in confusion, “From the library, it closes in ten minutes.”
What!? I hit the clock button on my stereo. 5:50 p.m. I looked out my windshield towards the sky. The sun was just starting to sink below the horizon. The phone fell out of my hand.
“No way.” I breathed.
Written by J.T.