As The Raven Dreams Podcast - "Better In The Dark" A #Creepypasta by Fluoresence

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Starting point is 00:01:05 Even in a house full of people, phone fully charged, doors open. It came down. Shivers and unsteady breathing. My parents aren't too far away, you assure yourself. Just one loud scream and they'll come running for me. You're on the internet, reading up on a creepypasta after Googling the absolute hell out of it. Slash X, creepypasta wiki, creepypasta.com.

Starting point is 00:01:39 Every single site just about explored. Every category uncovered. You just wanted a little read, that's all. Just something to do because you didn't want to go to bed before your parents, and you're too lazy to get any actual work done. You blink, hard. The screen distorts itself, blazing momentarily, and you wonder if it's a trick of the mind.

Starting point is 00:02:09 You must have been on this thing for hours, Your eyes water, and you're suddenly aware that if you close them, something will grab you from behind. You mock yourself inwardly, almost sustaining a laugh, but figure against blinking. That stuff's for chumps. You cringe a little as something rubs on your leg. You reach down to pet your cat and stop. You look down, nothing. Your throat locks, and you can only face the screen.

Starting point is 00:02:47 Frightened that if you look anywhere else, it will get you. The fear alone locks you in place. Your cat, you need to call for him. Silence fills the room. A faint, white noise ringing from inside your head. You don't have the courage to break the barrier. And besides, if you speak, something in the room, may wake up.

Starting point is 00:03:14 So, you just sit. Too scared to even call for your cat, unable to look anywhere but the monitor. It's ridiculous, you say to yourself. And just to prove how wrong you are, you look towards the right. Your eyes widen. The door.

Starting point is 00:03:34 Bland, white wood, bland, silver doorknob. Same state as when you came in. No demon hands. reaching in, no faces imprinted on the slate. Only, you don't really remember closing it. Relax, calm down, relax. You insist to yourself, trying to recount your past activities. 9 p.m., enter room.

Starting point is 00:04:02 Between 9 p.m. and 3 a.m., close the door while reading horror stories because you know that helps you feel safe. nausea washes over you in waves, and you try to still your heartbeat. About to close the browser and maybe look up something on YouTube, your hand slows. What if they switched your wallpaper for images of dead bodies, of a demon, of something horrible, something so indescribably terror-inducing that you'll go insane and shrivel up like potpourri. You instead type the URL into the search box, wondering why you're being such a wimp. Another thought comes over you. What if?

Starting point is 00:04:54 Whatever you type into that box, just one site comes up. It'll be the last site you see before you die. You decide to stay on that page. It's just some mediocre story about someone getting disempelled in the streets. Not scary. You browse through some others, unaware of anything but your own breathing. The words on your screen are all too bright, all too small. Crevy pasta to help you sleep.

Starting point is 00:05:27 Good ideas abound at 3 a.m. You pause, staring down at the clock at the bottom of your screen. isn't 3 a.m. the witching hour? Something creaks behind you, uneven and slow. You freeze up, your heart slamming in your chest. The breath you take hurts your stomach, and your hands freeze up on the keyboard. In front of you is a picture from your latest read, a thing. It's hardly a person.

Starting point is 00:06:04 with a white face and globe-like eyes and an enormous, happy smile. You're certain it's behind you. It walked like that on purpose. And if you look anywhere else, anywhere other than the screen, it will get you. Its smile will brighten even more. Its eyes widened with the look that could almost be called loving. And then poof, you're gone from existence. You desperately ache to turn off your computer and just go to sleep.

Starting point is 00:06:39 It can't be that hard. Your phone is right next to you, ready to be opened and used to call someone, anyone, just so you can have company. You can't be the only loser up at this ungodly hour. Besides, your parents are sleeping next door to you. They'll come in, and just like when you were five, they'll barge in and, you'll barge in and, scare the boogeyman away. You look down at the counterclock. It's 45 minutes past 3 a.m.

Starting point is 00:07:12 So, the witching hour thing is 15 minutes away from over. And you probably shouldn't sleep anyway, since you've got school and you're an idiot. Maybe doing homework would help. You reach under your desk, feeling for your notebook, when you touch something. Hair. It's hair. Long woman's hair. You know for certain that if you look, it'll be black, and big black eyes will be staring back at you, faces, the kind that look back. You don't feel like doing homework after all. Your body feels too tight and tired, and you want to sleep so badly that it's painful. But what about the nightmares? You know for certain that you'll have nightmares.

Starting point is 00:08:07 All vivid and memorable and inescapable, you'll be trapped in an eternal, sleeping hell, and everyone will think you're in a coma and you're a goner, and they'll turn off the life support and you will be gone. You won't be able to escape. Your fault for reading these things after all. I read these things all the time, you desperately explain, as if the monsters needed an explanation. I've never died, I've never gotten cursed, I'm fine, I'm alive, I'm just scared because I'm tired.

Starting point is 00:08:43 It doesn't work. You're an unconvincing liar. You know it's behind you. You know it's under you. You know that if you stare up at the ceiling, that it will be staring back with wide, eye to eyes, or no eyes, or no face, and it will jump, or crawl, or scream. What if your parents are dead?

Starting point is 00:09:10 A blast of cold air hits your knees, your neck, your face, and it's fall, and there's no air conditioning, and it must be a ghost, a ghost in your room, your parents are dead, and your neighbors will be too slow to save you. Yours will be an isolated death, a lonely death. It'll seem like you killed yourself when really, really they're creeping up on you, and they made you, they gave you the reason, the weapon, and you needed to because it was better than being in a room alone with them. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something.

Starting point is 00:09:52 You can't tell exactly what it is, but you know it's pressing something against the window. They'll never even bury you. They'll never even find your house. It'll disappear from reality, same as anything, and no one will remember you because you wanted this. You wanted to be scared. And now you want to cry out and scream. You don't want to look ridiculous, but you want to scream. But you can't. In the one moment, you you need to, your mouth is sewn shut. The sun is coming up in two hours, you tell yourself, hold it together. You can survive this as just fear, the kind that ripples. Your legs go to sleep. Just fear, you say, and you agree. You type YouTube.com in the browser and instantly pops up the usual website,

Starting point is 00:10:53 the unscary video site, and you watch the hell out of some comedy videos until your fears abate. The sun rises as it wants to do. And now, you can relax. Lasagne sur-gillet, puissance-moyance-moyance-moyant for 15 minutes. We're saying.

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Starting point is 00:11:35 The conditions apply. Your muscles stop tensing, and bright sunshine fills the room. You get up. It's nice to be able to stretch out after a long night of freaking yourself out. You wonder if you should go get an early breakfast, yawning contentedly,

Starting point is 00:11:53 and then you see it. A girl, small, in a white dress. Her face white and rotted, and oh, it's real. They were real. The sun hits her, and it doesn't do anything, and she's still there, only you see her clearly. And it was her hair, you know it. It was her hair you touched and go away. It's all you could think and she walks.

Starting point is 00:12:24 No, she's creaking towards you. the same sound from last night, the shuddering, the long, uneven drawl. No, no, it wasn't her hair. She was the one behind you. Then, under your desk. It grabs your leg. It has no gender. Hair, hair, hair, it's all over your room now.

Starting point is 00:12:48 The thing's got an interesting face. Globe-like eyes and a happy smile, and it's not a woman, no. You wish it were some. something, an existing thing, but it's the thing from the picture, and now it's got you. With the only courage you've ever kept inside yourself, you scream and throw open the door. They waited outside for you, so politely. It came down from your ceiling, holding both of your parents in its enormous black mouth, its crooked limbs almost exactly like a spider's.

Starting point is 00:13:23 This one might have been a woman once long ago, but the eyes are so black. Everything black and white, and the teeth aren't there. You imagine it just sucked on your parents or something. They look like they've been mashed, so maybe it just swallows and... Oh, God, it reaches for you. They're all reaching for you. The window. If you can just jump,

Starting point is 00:13:52 You can just jump anything. Let the window be okay. Laughter echoes in your head as you realize your mistake. The demon was holding something against the window. Its face. It's face. The face is smiling and you realize they are all smiling. Everything.

Starting point is 00:14:15 You remember all the creepy pastas, all the demanding chain letters, all the campfire yarns, and you realize that in one night, they have come to get you. They creak out of your closet, they slide out from under your bed, they smile at you, and it's morning, and you can still see them. It is light now. You wonder why people always associate light with safety. You wish it were dark again.

Starting point is 00:14:47 They always make the night look scary, always make the darkness intimidating, but you can't see your fears as easily. They are shaded, and they can be passed off as illusions. But you can't do that with the sun shining. They're all here standing and accounted for, and you know it. No more convincing yourself. Goner, Goner, the Donner Party landing. A funny thought hits.

Starting point is 00:15:21 you. Maybe, maybe they too were afraid of the dark. I hope you enjoyed this story, friends. I hope you listened to this and didn't get too scared. I mean, it is kind of a creepy story. Maybe it's not dark where you are. Maybe it is. Maybe you turn around and the rest of the room is black. Other than the small light illuminate, it'll from whatever device you seem to be listening to this on. Huh. Maybe you should turn on the light. If you did enjoy this, please consider joining the Nevermore. All you got to do to do that is hit that subscribe button, the bell icon next to it.

Starting point is 00:16:22 Doing so, makes you part of the Nevermore, and grants you my undying love. Yeah, I hope I'll see you in the next video. And that is, I hope that if there's anything else in the room, It doesn't get to you first. Sleep well.

As The Raven Dreams Podcast - "Better In The Dark" A #Creepypasta by Fluoresence

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