"A Lifetime of Sleepless Nights" Creepypasta│By Sergeant_Darwin

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I read my first online a horror story when I was a freshman in college I was in bed one evening surfing the web and I decided that I wanted to scare the crap out of myself the Internet is home to a lot of strange things as I'm sure many of you know and I found a few of them that night but nothing piqued my interest more than this community reading all of your experiences over the years has been strangely cathartic for I too have known horror I've never been in a haunted house or caught a glimpse of anything paranormal I'm not even sure I believe in such things but no demon or monster or vengeful spirit from the depths could tell me more than what I already know evil does walk among us I have more than glimpsed it I have stared it in the face so please though I'm not as gifted a writer as many of you indulge a loyal member of this community I've never posted here before and I probably never will again my life to this point has been unremarkable and unex traW Denari in every way save for this one solitary tale indeed a perusing of my journal would reveal only this single blemish on a tapestry otherwise entirely full of good days but you friends should know better than the rest one bad day can deliver a lifetime of sleepless nights when I was a kid well a young teenager I frequently spent my Saturday nights babysitting my siblings as the eldest of three I assumed this responsibility with no pain or things to speak of it was simply expected of me one of my contributions to the family I babysat so frequently because well my parents needed it they had had marriage problems in the past and their counselor told them they should go on a weekly date you know revived the magic rekindle that old flame all that good stuff yeah it sucked to be robbed of a weekend evening but it wasn't much of a burden my parents were happier they had ever been in ages and they both seemed genuinely excited for date night each week I would have rather been doing other things of course but I had seen my aunt uncle go through a nasty divorce appears back and I desperately wanted my parents to stick together and so was that on the night of December 3rd in the year 2006 I stood at the open front door of my secluded Colorado home waving goodbye as my parents backed out of the icy driveway drive safe I called out steam pouring out of my mouth I don't know if they heard me or not wrapping my arms around my torso in response to the wintry mountain air I entertain myself for a few brief moments by exhaling forcefully and watching my breath float away into nothing and there was truly nothing around me not a car nor a creature in sight it wasn't long before I grew bored and turned back into a warm house nose tingling from the chill Georgie and Kate were eating their dinner at the kitchen table as I watched them I couldn't help feeling like an only child Georgie three years my junior was severely autistic and about his talkative as a bag of bricks he only spoke when he really really wanted something and only done in the simplest of words milk and sammich was code for peanut butter and jelly with the crust cut off which he was presently devouring Kate meanwhile was still a beautiful bouncing baby jesh I of to the nine year gap between them is glaring but to this day my parents swear to me that Kate wasn't an accident kind of like back in high school when I swore to them that I had no idea how those magazines got under my mattress but I digress the kids finished dinner and I set them up with their entertainment for the night Georgie in his room with the PlayStation 2 a hot commodity in those days and Kate in her crib in front of Sesame Street as for myself I ignited the basement fireplace dim the overhead lights and curled up with a book by the light of our Christmas tree man that was such a nice house not a day goes by that I don't miss it I began reading in perfect contentment for nearly an hour night had fallen by then and the room had become toasty I was beginning to doze off when I heard Georgie's heavy footfalls descending the staircase I sat upright and looked at him expectantly as he walled into the room no more knocking he said brow furrowed and annoyance I shook my head I'm not knocking I said it's someone at the door Georgie just stared at me blankly Georgie I said more clearly this time did someone knock at the door no more knocking he repeated knocking on window knocking on window I stood up now wide-awake Georgie is someone knocking on your window no more he replied simply I stood in silence for a moment unsure of what to do it was probably just one of my friends playing a prank I thought but being alone in a house that big makes you a little jumpy my mind started to race through the situation I was a 13 year old boy in a nice house on the hilly outskirts of a Colorado mountain town the streets were engulfed in trees and there were no homes within a quarter-mile of my own our road saw next to no traffic and the police station was a good 15 minutes away it was probably just one of my friends I thought but what if it wasn't follow me I told Georgie hand trembling slightly I turned the knob and glanced up the staircase it was dark up there the only light emanating from Kate's room Kate I sprinted up the stairs to a room where she remained happily perched in her crib squawking with delight as Elmo fiddled with his crayons I breathed the sigh of relief but still my heart stomped in my chest this is silly I told myself come on be a man I made my way down the hall to Georgie's room and stood tentatively at its door taking a deep breath I gently pushed the door ajar reaching for the light switch and thinking better of it if this was the worst-case scenario then I didn't want our mystery intruder to know we're in the house I was the only light in the room came from Star Wars battlefronts pause screen I listened for a moment but heard nothing I began to suspect that Georgie had simply imagined the knocking somewhat exasperatedly I moved to the window and flicked up the blind to reveal nothing just a landscape of freshly fallen snow backed by a quiet lonely road I watched the peaceful night relieved as the large flakes fell softly to the ground my eyes trailing an individual fractal all the way to the footprints just beneath the windows frame at first I did not comprehend them I just stared transfixed at the deep imprints in the snow shoes a Manchu none of my friends were the size and I was sure of that I traced them backwards from the window to the sidewalk from whence this intruder had evidently come but where did they lead it was a bright night the moon shone proudly between the clouds my eyes followed the steps across the front yard but once they pass behind the giant pine tree they disappeared my heart left to my throat whoever walked behind that tree was still there in a panic I we backed away from the window Georgie sensing my fear began to whimper no no no no no I muttered desperate to keep him quiet I turned off the television and let Georgie out of the room I quickly pulled Kate from her crib powered her TV down as well and carried her down the stairs in the blackness can't see Georgie said and Kate began to cry I shut her hurriedly as we descended once in the basement done I unplugged the Christmas tree so that the only light in the room came from the embers of the dying fire I said Georgie down on the couch and settled Kate in his arms sit right there I directed staring into his eyes don't move do you understand do not move I need to call the police I thought I would have called my parents but this was 10 years ago and not everyone had cell phones so I took the stairs quickly and quietly tiptoeing to the phone hanging from the wall in our living room I picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1 but I heard nothing silence I slammed it on the receiver and picked it up again and again nothing I think it was around this point that I began to cry I couldn't help it I was scared I tried calming myself down telling myself that the storm had just killed the phone line but there was a much of a storm the snow was steady sure but there was even a breeze certainly nothing that could have disabled our phone tentatively I walked into Kate's room and peeked out the window my first glance was towards the tree of course where the footprint stopped but now they continued some time while I was hurting my siblings downstairs whoever was behind the tree had moved I followed the footsteps across my frozen front yard to a man standing near the driveway he was looking right at me my breath stopped I was frozen in place this was not one of my friends I had never seen this man before but he was looking at me with an eerie blankness he was wearing a black turtleneck and black slacks a lone dark spot on a blanket of purest white my eyes never left him and his never left me we stood motionless silently staring for what seemed like an eternity my hurt thrummed in my chest and I felt nauseous for the first time gazing into this man's eyes from afar I began to consider the possibility of my own death I thought about my dad's brother who was killed in an accident at the age of 11 forever 11 never growing up frozen in time in the memories of all who knew him as a soul of eternal youth at this thought my tears flowed freely once more please don't hurt us I begged Anna sobbing whisper I knew he couldn't hear me but I couldn't help myself finally he broke eye contact with me and looked up towards the sky towards the gently falling snow he was saying something but what I couldn't hear I stared at him as he pulled a handful of dark powder from his pocket then still gazing upward still muttering to himself he flung the powder at his feet I desperately wanted to run to get my siblings but I thought that to let this man out of my sight would be foolish no it was better to keep an eye on him the house was still locked I had the upper hand I felt besides I could not bring myself to look away from the strange ritual unfolding before me the man had removed his sweater and flung it carelessly to the ground behind him he was no longer staring skyward but his lips continued to move I trained my eyes intently upon his mouth trying with no success to reading his words when I saw something glint in the moonlight it was a knife a long callous blade which he had removed from his other pocket it bored dark stains already from what I covered my mouth dasha scream as the man still muttering to himself ran the edge of the blade along his pale distended stomach a thin red line appeared along his abdomen and blood of the deepest shade began to dribble from the wound the streams trickled down his belly and fell ungracefully upon the black powder at his feet at this the man stared skyward once more face contorted in a gruesome smile he was sobbing uncontrollably a mucus ran freely from his nostrils but he looked happy beyond happy elated my stomach churned in revulsion but this man was in ecstasy I watched almost entranced by this bizarre unfolding when the man's face changed suddenly he looked directly at me once more in his eyes appeared unhinged still clutching the knife he began to sprint directly at my window I took one look at the weapon this man brandished and instinctively fled the room I slammed the door shut behind me and was half way down the stairs when I heard the window shatter the man screamed loudly in pain as I reached the basement I locked the door behind me and ran to Georgie and Kate no more screaming Georgie pleaded no no more screaming I agreed in hushed tones stroking his hair in an effort to calm him down Kate meanwhile seemed happy as a clam I strained listening intently to see inside the house I still clung to some naive hope that he had injured himself on the glass and had retreated or perhaps he had weakened himself by his self-inflicted wound then I heard it the subtle but unmistakable sound of footsteps upstairs he was indeed inside the house and by the sound of it he was trying to be quiet I silently guided Georgie and Kate into a storage closet and closed the door behind us manipulating the handle as to make as little noise as possible we stayed there for about five minutes listening to the ceiling creak threatening Lee above us then I realized I didn't know why it took me so long that we were not trapped we still had a way out I saw in my mind's eye a window in the bathroom down the hall the only access our basement had to the outside world almost as if on cue a frustrated scream echoed above us followed by a tremendous crash he had pulled something to the ground perhaps the entertainment stand he's here the man shrieked hysterically how dare you hide from him to this day I don't know who he was talking about but it was at that moment the moment I heard him began to descend the stairs that I made my move holding Kate in one arm and guiding Georgie with the other we began our flight down the hallway as we reached the bathroom I stared at the window near the ceiling it would be a tight fit but we could make it I flung the window open stood on the toilet and placed a gently in the shallow window well then I stepped off until Georgie to get on yucky gross no standing on toilet he said looking embarrassed I heard the man fumble with a lock handle at the base of the stairs time was running out I'm not proud of what I did next but it was the only way I could think of to get Georgie to cooperate I smacked my brother roughly across the face and grabbed him by the shirt with both hands Giorgi get on the fucking toilet i snarled at him the first time i had ever said that word he began to wail in pain and surprise but he did step onto the toilet all the same climb out the window i directed in a harsh tone and that he grabbed the ledge I used all the strength I could muster to help push him up once he almost slipped down almost but he was stronger than I thought he was and managed to pull himself back up with both of my siblings safely in the window well I climbed on the toilet one last time and gripped the edge of the windowsill as I clambered out myself I heard an enormous crash the man had broken down the basement door with one last heist I pulled my legs up through the window and shut it quietly behind me as I helped my siblings out of the window well I heard one last anguish out of the man muffled through the pane of glass why are you hiding from him cold scream Georgie as I let him barefoot through the snowy grass in panic I shushed him but it was no use he and Kate were both crying quite loudly at this point my only hope was to get them as far away from the house as possible I heard a distant crash from inside the house and I quickened our pace feet numb I sprinted through the yards of the sidewalk and practically had to drag Georgie onto it bathroom light he said pleadingly he was obsessive about turning off lights and electronics before leaving and he was correct we had left the bathroom light on in our haste I ignored him and rushed us down the frozen pavement stepping on sharp rocks and sticks and not even comprehending it adrenaline surged through my veins I didn't know what we were heading toward all I knew is what we were headed away from the snow was falling much harder by this point I could already see a collecting in a pile on Kate's head her nose was beet red and dripping with snot I needed to get her inside but where I looked ahead and saw a light off in the distance the garland house I said maybe a grand total of six words to mr. and mrs. garland my entire life but that was our one and only option it was in their house that we would seek refuge my house was now around the corner and out of sight but I didn't let up the pace until Georgy tripped on something and landed in a dark puddle Hey he screamed indignantly looking back at what he tripped over in the glow of the distant street light I could see Georgie had fallen into blood a dead man lay face up and eyes open on the sidewalk snow had fallen onto most of him and he had been mostly invisible until Georgie's feet had connected with his midsection I then remembered the dark stains I had seen on the intruders knife come on I pled wrenching my eyes away from the grisly scene as I pulled Georgie to his feet we ran for another 60 seconds maybe and finally reached the Garland's front door the window into their parlor was open and a fire was roaring mr. and mrs. garland sat drinking tea and cozy armchairs I pounded ferociously on their door they answered together other bewilderment stamped on their faces I handed Kate and mrs. Garland and then collapsed into tears the police arrived at my home 15 minutes later and apprehended the man unconscious lying in a crumpled heap on the floor of our basement bathroom they discovered him with a fractured skull many deep lacerations from the window of Kate's room and intestines partially protruding from the wound on his gut he had slipped in his attempt to climb where we had climbed out it has had and knocked himself out apparently he confessed under questioning that he was a member of a strange cult a cult which as far as anyone could tell does not even exist he claimed to have been taking part in a ritual which required the sacrifice of a pure soul and my autistic brother had been his target that night my parents have not shared with me all the details of what happened after that night but as far as I know our intruder is currently rotting in a cell somewhere the man he killed the man lying on the sidewalk was a friend of my father who lived two streets over he had called his wife not long before he died informing her of a suspicious man dressed in black stalking around the neighborhood my parents arrived home from their date to find police swarmed her on the Block in their home a crime scene my father relocated at work and we had moved across the Rockies to Salt Lake City just two weeks later Tate is now a bratty middle schooler as far as I'm concerned she's perfect Georgie now 21 hasn't changed a bit but he loses his mind if someone knocks on window as for me I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie now I climb mountains with narrow trails and steep ridges I go cave diving in places where you shouldn't all I think in an attempt to recreate the fearful intensity of that one snowy night long ago but it never works the closest I come is when I'm alone in my room in the dead of night when I'm reading your worst stories about your worst times and the things that chase you and your dreams then and then alone is when the real fear sets in [Music]

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Length: 23min 38sec (1418 seconds)

Published: Sat Mar 11 2017

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