"There was something knocking on the air during my walk home" Creepypasta
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00:34Just like that's just aOnly modder onOh yeah,MolderFind what you know'dYou know of Amazon.com.com.I was sitting on a park bench minding my own business
00:49When I heard someone knocking the air next to meAt first I thought he was someone that had hit a baseballWith a bat nearby and the sound had travelledBut it was rainyAnd approaching midnightmidnight. There wouldn't have beenanyone outside playing baseball.I'd just gotten off
01:06and decided to have a seat at the parkthat I must pass on my way home.There's a tree directly over the benchthat had chilled me from most of the rain.When I dismissedthe first thought for the sound's origin,the second, my brain, stillclinging to rational explanations,
01:22arrived. It had beena gunshot.I'd never heard a gunshot before,not one in real life, but it seemedplausible at the time. This, put me on edge. I was alone, unarmed, and still had about a mileand a half on my walk home. The park held several towering trees, and the lights placed intermittentlythroughout the park did little to dispel the darkness and shadows abound. Anyone could easilyhide beneath the umbrage of the trees, completely hidden, with a clear view of me, since a light
01:53pole stood just by the bench. I scanned the area, trying to discern some human-shaped object inthe darkness, but saw nothing beyond the form of trees and some other recognisable park paraphernalia,fountains, benches, trashcans, etc. Of course, any of these subjects could hide or partially conceala human body if they had mine to hide themselves. I peered through the darkness for whatfelt like ages, but saw nothing. The sound did not repeat, and in my burgeoning fright,I tried to tell myself that it couldn't have been a gunshot, that if someone had fired a gun,they would have fired a second shot to ensure that their victim was dead.that aiming, accurately in the darkness, would be incredibly difficult.
02:37With this panic and see rationalisation,I gave up my scrutiny of the shadows,picked my bag and began walking the rest of the way home.I passed the boundaries of the park,glancing over my shoulder every few secondsto ensure that no one was following me.Once I'd gone past several intersections without spotting anyone,I calmed down a bit
02:57and slowed my walk to a more casual stroke.roll. The rain continued on, but my head kept most of my face. I was utterly soaked, and silentlywhatever power bestows luck, because I wouldn't have been able to flee from my pursuer with such heavilydrenched clothing. When I reached the corner, just as I rounded it, I heard the same sound,that short, concussive knock right at the left side of my face. I flinched, stopping in place as I didso, but my eyes had stayed slightly open. There was nothing at the corner, no one down the sidewalk,and yet the sound had seemed to come from directly next to me. The streetlights that lined the wayilluminated a bear and soaked the sidewalk. I took a tentative step down that way, and became
03:46suddenly aware of how audible my footsteps were, as the water sloshed about within the soles of myshoes. I realized that there couldn't have possibly been anyone near me. I would haveheard them, even if I hadn't seen them. All the shops along the sidewalk were closed, the signs thatsaid such faced the street, the neon shapes or letters dimmed or completely off. The street to theright was devoid of cars, and the line of shops across it were equally inactive. I was alone,and yet I had the feeling that something was around, some invisible presence. Certifiablyunsettled, but also fearing pneumonia, I continued on.the stores, most of which I'd
04:29I'd blend together, seemed to blendinto a single and darkened structureI sped by. I wasn't running,but I wouldn't call my movement walking either.A stuttering, almost skippinggate, that probably looked laughablyridiculous, but I didn't care.With each second,
04:47that indiscernible presence seemed to drawcloser. I finally reachedthe block on which my apartment complex satand slowed my walk.I was fairly tired, the rain,having made the last stretch and exhaustive exertion.my building loomed ahead,across the street.
05:05There is a gated side entrance,but it can only be exited by a motion-activated sensoron the other side, not entered.I had to go around the cornerand head to the front of the complexand use my key to go through the sidewalk gate.I just made it across the street,when the knock happened again,
05:24this time right in front of me.I recalled away, almost slipping,there was nothing up ahead.Nothing that could have produced the sound.My heart rate increased, nearly to the point of tachycardia, and I became hyper aware of myselfand surroundings.Adrenaline kicked in and my body tense itself in preparation for an encounter.I had never felt this way before.
05:51So instinctive, so primal, so terrified.The next night came suddenly.more sudden than the other, and despite my physiologicalit took me off guard. It had it come from behind, and Ipractically lurched forward, cursing loudly as I threw my hands out to preventmyself from falling into my face. I quickly scrambled to my feetand turn around, but, as you probably guessed, there was nothingthere, nothing that I could see.
06:21I had become completely oblivious to the rain. My clothes were totallysaturated, my head. All worries of sickness, due to the weather, were totally ejected. All I couldthink about, and I wouldn't even call it intelligent thought, was the thing prowling around, knockingon the air around me. Another step toward home, and then another, a third, fourth. Ten steps later,another knock came. This time, I actually felt the dispersed air. It hit my face, an invisible shockwave.I continued on, mindful of, thankful for the rain, mixed in with my tears.I didn't want to be seen crying.To be seen hurrying away from an invisible pursuer, flinching every few seconds would be
07:10embarrassing enough.I reached the gate, key in hand, and unlocked it.I slowed my pace, but still kept up a jog, weaving through the parked cars in the lot.A corner rounded, a set of stairs climbed, and I was at my building.I slowed to a walk, finally reaching the corridor at the apartment.Just before I reached the door, another knock sounded.This time it was unmistakable, because it, the force or thing which before it struck the airhad now hit me right in the forehead.
07:46It felt like a punch, a solid, close fist strike to my cranium.It sent me backwards and I slipped on the water I had trailed into the once dry corridor.I fell on my back, but luckily,some instinctive sense to keep my head up at the last second.Nonetheless, my vision briefly became blurry.The light fixture overhead seemed to expand, throwing its illumination in wavering raysupon the space around me.I leaned forward, expecting to see some manifestation of the thing which had chased me for
08:16nearly three miles, but all I saw was the door to my apartment.There were no footprints, no puddles made by someone other than me.Slowly,As to not make myselfI rose to my feet.I listened for the faintest sound that wouldindicate the presence of something else in the corridor,or descending the stairs that led to it.
08:38But all was quiet.Even the noises of the rain were muffled to the point of inaudibility.To all my regular senses, I was alone.And yet, I had undoubtedly been punched in the face.Despite my home being just,a few feet away, didn't want to enter, didn't want to lead the presence into my apartment,where it could haunt and harass me to no end.Some vague intuition told me that it wasn't right in front of me, that I could safely
09:08put my back to the apartment's door and gaze down the corridor towards the stairs.I was cold, still soaking wet and tired, but I didn't dare kneel or assume a position ofrest.I needed to be alert, as perceptive as possible.I wasn't sure what to do, but, but I wanted to do,as ready as the circumstances would allow.Eventually, not with the unseen entity, not with vision or sound, but an inner pre-science,some deeper, extrasensory perception had picked up on some physically imperceptible signal,
09:46an ability, I believe intrinsic to everyone, capable of being unconsciously utilised duringmoments of such a unique and pre-natural territory. The entity, I sensed, was coming from my leftthrough the solid, concrete wall of the corridor. As fast as I could, encumbered by my water-lockedclothing, I dodged to the right. Sure enough, I heard that all-too-familiar knock and felt the airshift just beside my face. I just narrowly dodged another punch aimed at my head.I've never been a fighter, never even had a physical confrontation, but I've been asomething awoke me that night. Instead of simply fleeing, I repositioned myself to strike, and threwthe best punch I could muster, aimed towards the general area at which I had sensed the entity.
10:34And my fist struck something solid, something a few feet from the wall, seemingly in mid-air.A sort of triumph overcame me, and following that was a short-lived but impassioned fury.I swung again and again, striking the invisible assailant with successive blood.Those.Forfebally,But there were many of them.I pumbled it with both hands,My knuckles hurt.
11:00I heard no sound,and while the surfaces my fist made contact withseemed to shift, as if it were attempting to block my blows,it did not try to retaliate.I don't think it could.I don't think anyone had ever managed to fight back.The final blow landed, and what I was sure was its head,and I finally let my arms fall.
11:20I panted.more soaked in sweat than water and stepped back a few feet.The adrenaline and anger had begun to wear off,and I felt the post-violence fatigue slowly encroach upon my body and stiff in my limbs.Outside, the rain picked up and flashes of lightning illuminated the dimly lit corridor.In one brief flash, I saw a humanoid figure hanging limply from the surface of the wall,as if fused within the concrete.Its body was mostly translucent, barely identifiable,
11:51as anything other than a outline. For a moment, for aa formidable opponent. I had no idea of what it was, and hadn'tbeen able to see it, and yet I'd won. This satisfaction lasted for a fewseconds. Before my eyes, the thing rose from its incapacitated state, stillattached to the wall. It raised its face to me, and I fell back against the opposite wall,utterly petrified by the infernalbefore me. Its faceand the blackness within seemed depthless.
12:28Its torso was opened vertically,creating a massive trenchfrom forehead to navel.The cavernous blackness of this body openingseemed to drink the corridor's light.I felt myselfsome spiritual part of mebeing drawn into that abysmal orifice
12:44just as I thought it would swallow me,entoming me in that awful darkness.Another flash of lightning lit up the corridor, and the image disappeared.The air, which before had taken on a stifled heaviness, grew light again,and my nerves eased up almost immediately.With the same higher sense that had anticipated the creature,I knew that it had departed,gone back to its stygian realm wherever there may be.
13:15The blow to my head still hurt as I stumbled to my apartment.I wouldn't have consciously seen.survived another. I don't know why I was chosen as it, but I'd beaten it, driven it back to immateriality.Now, days later, I occasionally see others on my walks to and from work, and though I no longer hearthe knocks, I sometimes see people flinch seemingly for no reason at all as they go about their business.They look around, confused, then carry on, eyes glancing here and there.If the source of theirI suspect
13:51I hope they have the courageto face it as I didI'm sureit would have taken me to some awfuldark choked sub-existence if I hadn'tfought backI felt an unreal despairin that brief vision of its half-manifested
14:07form a soul-blighting experiencethat I've still yet to fully recover fromI wouldn't wishsuch a black and dreadful fateupon anyone.
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