Confirming the comment I posted at http://www.creepypasta.com/the-townhouse-in-waterloo/ as LordyArg:
"Hey guys, I'm the writer of this here creepypasta. Just want to thank you all for the feedback, both positive and negative. I agree some points of this story were needlessly over-informative/descriptive and there are various spelling and grammatical issues (that I unfortunately cannot fix here).
I wrote this story on a whim one night and wasn't really thinking about what really happened to Alan, which I think is kinda cool because it is really up to you guys to decide if he was hallucinating or if the creature has some other devious plans :)
I'm working on a remake of this pasta that fixes spelling errors and reduces the pointless description. Also, thanks to the positive feedback I will be writing more pastas to submit here, as well as a possible spiritual sequel to this one.
Thanks again guys!"
That's it. Anything else as LordyArg isn't me.
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Friday, 20 December 2013
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
The TownHouse in Waterloo
It was your
average evening. The normally blue skies were turning a pale orange as the sun
set, the evening breeze was rolling in, making everything a bit more relaxed
and a little less hot. It was my last day of summer vacation in Florida, and I
have to say I was very enthusiastic to be going home. Although my time there
was great, and the locals treated me much better than my last trip to Florida,
I was getting homesick; if you could call it that. I was going into my second
year of university in Waterloo, Ontario, and I was staying in a townhouse with
some of my good friends from first year, Garret and Sean.
I was new to the
whole “our own place” thing. I lived on campus most of first year, only moving
into the new place about a month before summer. Garret and Sean were great.
Probably more of the reason I was homesick over the home itself. The place was
pretty nice. It was recently built along with four others, all placed in a sort
of square. The back doors of each house led out into a little courtyard in the
back. Think of it as a shared backyard. The idea was pretty neat, but nobody up
kept the back lawn. All of our front lawns looked amazing. Bright green grass,
healthy trees, and the house beside us even had a small rosebush. The back,
however, looked like something out of a horror movie. The trees were doing
alright because they were hogging all the rain. The two birches in the back
were massive. Their leaves created a great shade in the back, making it a great
spot to read or relax. The grass, however, was yellow and white with entire
patches just missing and replaced with dirt. The flowerbeds that scattered the
back were filled with weeds and wildflowers. On top of that there were anthills
littered across the lawn, making ants in our houses a regular, and annoying,
experience. The actual houses themselves were not too shabby.
All four were identical,
save for the colour of our roofs. Mine had navy blue roof tiles, while our
neighbors had grey, black, and brown respectively. This made for comic feuds
between the houses, such as Blue House VS Grey House. We would regularly play
LAN games on Xbox, usually Halo, and the losing house had to do some yard work
in the back. That was another reason I wanted to go back. Garret, Sean and I
had been planning a LAN party amongst our own house for about a week via text.
We would have had more but all of the residents in the other houses were still
on vacation or visiting family. My roommates themselves had only recently
gotten back from their own vacations. I
was a little worried they had ditched me as neither had returned a text in two
days, and the ones near the end were very short and told me very little about
what we were doing. The original plan was to hit up a few local bars and then
return to play some drunk Halo CE. My bet was that they had found a party to go
to or something.
My trip home
was uneventful. Canadian customs is the easiest thing to get through. Not that
they’re not thorough or don’t do their job properly, they are just way less
strict and not nearly as “in your face” as American customs. The drive from the
airport to home was great. I hadn’t driven my Pontiac Sunfire in two weeks. The
little red pile of scrap was the best, I had installed some great subs and
upgraded the stock speaker to some actual good quality ones. The one thing I
cared about was the music. The car could be a used derby car, but as long as it
has good speakers I’m in. Suffice to say when I got home after blasting music
for fifteen minutes I was feeling pretty good. I walked up the steps and
unlocked the door. I stepped in, took of my shoes (we had a strict no shoes in
the house policy) and carried on in.
The interior of the house was somewhere
between “what were they thinking” and “these guys are genius”. The man “game
room” as we called it (it held out TV’s, consoles, and couches) was directly
connected to the kitchen through two openings in both the left and right sides
of a wall that went down the middle. From the game room you could see the table
through the left and the fridge though the right. This made seeing if anyone
was stealing some of your beer during a LAN night very easy. The cupboards,
stove, and microwave were covered by the wall. Also connected to the game room
was the main staircase. It led up one flight to the “hallway”. The hallway
split off into all our rooms, and one washroom. A laundry room was down a flight
of stairs on the other side of the hallway. We kept the door to that room
closed to keep the noise of the machines down. Finally, and most randomly, down
a small corridor (just big enough to fit one person) from the game room was
another washroom. This and the laundry room were the two things we just never
understood about the house. The rest was perfect.
When I entered the game room,
I was surprised to find that Garret wasn’t there. He was usually always in
front of the TV. I went to my room and threw my luggage on my bed. I was down
for some fun. I could unpack tomorrow. I left my room and went over to Sean’s
room, which was directly beside mine. He and Garret were both standing there,
looking out Sean’s window. Hadn’t they seen me come in? Why didn’t they come
say hi? I walked up and gave them both a gentle push forward. “Hey guys! Long
time no see? What the hell are you guys doing?” Garret turned and looked at me.
His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a mess. It looked like he hadn’t slept
in days. “Are you guys stoned?” I asked jokingly, knowing full well neither of
them smoked anything ever. Garret shook his head and said in a slightly
agitated voice “tonight is off... Sean and I have decided to go spend some time
with our parents... It has been awhile...” He was right. Both of them neglected
to visit their parents even once this summer. I went and saw mine before my
trip, but they said they would go see them reading week, which is what they did
last year. Leaving during the summer to see their parents was odd for them, but
hey I missed my parents too, and I saw them just a couple weeks ago. Garret
turned to Sean “Alan is here now, we can leave.” Sean nodded and they picked up
their bags (which were placed on Sean’s bed) and left. I watched them get into
Garrets car and drive away. “Were they waiting for me at the window?” I asked
myself. Garret had said that they could leave now that I was here, suggesting
they had been waiting for awhile. Is that why they looked so tired? I put that
out of my mind and decided tonight was going to be a game night, even if I was
by myself.
I went to
the game room and put The Orange Box (a small collection of games made by Valve
on one disc) into the Xbox. It started and I chose to play Half Life 2, a
beloved game from my younger years. I played through a few levels unhindered,
until a reached a level that really freaked me out when I was younger. “We
Don’t Go To Ravenholm” it was called. The game itself is not a horror game, it
is just this one horror level thrown into the mix. It had zombies, a sense of
forbidding, and dead bodies everywhere. I loved it, and I hated it. Turns out
it was still pretty freaky for my more grown up self. I had just finished the
level when I heard a loud screeching sound in the kitchen. At first I was
practically crapping myself out of fear, but I manned up and went in. For a
split second I thought I could see the image of a face on the shiny surface of
the microwave. It was distorted, but I could make out the dark lifeless eyes
and a half smile half of broken teeth, rotting in its face. I blinked and it
was gone, but the image was burned into my mind. It was getting pretty late,
about 1 in the morning, and I was getting pretty tired. I also just finished a
pretty scary level in Half Life. I put the event to superstition and went into
the fridge and got a Red Bull. I returned to my Xbox to find it off. Although
this was unusual it wasn’t impossible. Xboxs tend to surprise you. When I
attempted to turn it on again, it didn’t work. I went around back and found
that had actually been unplugged from the wall. Now, although Xboxs can be
surprising, this was just plain crazy. I could officially revoke my previous
ban on my superstition. Nobody else is in the house. Nobody else is even in the
other buildings. I am alone and Xboxs can’t unplug themselves. I got up and ran
as fast as I could to the door. I got in my car, and drove to another buddy of
mine’s apartment.
I gave him some story about how my internet was out and I had
to do an online research paper for a summer course I was taking. He allowed me
to stay the night to finish my “paper”. What he didn’t know was that I was
simply looking for asylum from my own house. In the morning I decided to give
my roommates a text to see when they were coming back, and if anything strange
happened to them well I was gone. I drove back to my house, now less scared
because it was day. I went to my room and wondered how I came up with that
excuse to stay at my buddy’s last night. I realized it was so easy because it
was true. I had taken a summer course to lighten the load for my second year.
The course was just writing papers and doing research. It got you out of a
course so I didn’t mind. I had finished most of the material while at my
parents and the beginning of the summer. I only had two left. I decided tonight
I would finish one, and I hoped nothing like what happened the other night
would happen again.
I worked
diligently for hours. I had started around 2pm, stopping only for some food and
washroom breaks, and worked right till 9pm. Over those hours I had constant
feeling of being watched. I know it sounds cliché, but I had never actually
experienced it before. I just kept feeling uneasy, and thinking someone was
watching me. I never gave into these thoughts to look around, however. I
figured this whole mess was just in my head, and if I ignored it I would be
fine. After finishing the paper at 9 I browsed the internet for a few hours to
cool my head off with random nonsense. Around 12pm my room suddenly became
incredibly cold. I got up and tossed a blanket over myself to keep warm, not
wanting to use more energy by messing with the thermostat. The blanket didn’t
help however, and it just kept getting colder; unnaturally cold for inside a
house.
Enough was enough so I got up and made my way into the hallway where the
thermostat was. As I opened the door I looked to my left to where the device
was, to see the laundry room door open. I had put laundry in when I got in this
morning, but I could have sworn I closed the door. I moved to it. I reached for
the doorknob, and stopped my hand dead in motion. Just down that staircase, out
of the darkness, was a dark shadowy figure. It was roughly my size, although it
was hard to see from the top of the stairs. Its arms were contorted and
mangled. They looked smashed and broken. On its left hand its normal fingers
were replaced with long, claw looking fingers. It was looking down, and I stood
there, baffled, terrified, and shocked. My heart was racing, and beads of sweat
rolled down my face. My mouth ran dry, and I found myself holding my breath.
The thing made a motion to move its head and I had had enough. I ran down the
hallway with the full intention of leaving this house and not coming back, but
I couldn’t. I was blocked by something. I couldn’t see anything in my way, but
if I tried to move forward my legs wouldn’t budge. I looked back.
The thing was
still looking down but had made it half way up the stairs. It had placed its
claw fingers on the wall and was dragging them with it, creating an eerie
scratching noise,much like nails on a chalkboard. Unable to move forward, I
retreated to my roommates room to the right of my own, the one furthest away
from that thing. I closed and locked the door behind me. I made a move for the
window. I attempted to lift it but it wouldn’t budge. The screeching had
stopped, so I figured I was safe in the room for now. I noticed something on Sean’s
desk, his laptop. Sean was a crazy blogger, he blogged all the time, no matter
what. He used his laptop to blog on the go. The fact that is was there means he
really must have been anxious to leave. Was this thing what made them all
crazy? I realized I could check his blog. He had to have blogged about it. I opened the laptop and entered his password.
He had his blog as his homepage so I just had to open Google Chrome and there
it was. All of the blogs until the last week were his normal entries. How his
day went, what he saw, what he plans on doing later, etc. Then, on they turned
weird. The first three of the week he describes happenings very similar to
those that happened to me. Random noises, things moving around, electronics
being unplugged, and seeing distorted faces in reflective surfaces. The next
two he starts referring to a “thing”, which is also what I had been calling it.
I guess there is really no better name for it. In his own words “When I close my eyes I can
see it... it’s always there. That face... always there. I see it everywhere I
look. I see it even when I don’t look. I can’t get it out of my head! It is
toying with me... I know it. Draining me of my energy, not letting me sleep...
It wants to take me. Where? I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I want to get
out! I can’t... I can’t...” There is no entry for the next day, only a small
box with the date and nothing in it. Underneath that, was the last blog. It was
made on the last day of the week. The day I go back. It said “Alan comes back
today... and after yesterday... I can’t. He needs to know. He can’t be here.
But he has to... It is the only way... Garret came in today. The thing let him
leave. He is here with me. We will wait together...”
Now I was
here, trapped in this room as Sean was, and I felt helpless. Outside this thing
was probably sitting... waiting. Its claw fingers on the door handle, its
face... looking at the ground. I closed my eyes to think and I almost fainted.
I opened my eyes immediately. I saw its face, when I closed my eyes I saw its
face. I had to get out. I began throwing things at the window. Sean has a heavy
lamp in his room, I tried that first. It cracked slightly. It was thick glass.
The screeching started again, this time on the door. At the same time the door
began bulging, as if this thing was going to push it right off its hinges into
the room. I couldn’t be here for that. I began throwing large books, his mini
safe, and other small items about the room. It was a futile effort, as nothing
was working. I looked at the laptop. It was the only way, my last chance, my
saving grace. I picked it up as the door fell in. I didn’t look back. The screeching
was in the room now, only feet away from me.
I threw the laptop at the window
and it went straight through. I leapt after it and as I did so I felt it touch
my leg. As I went through the window the glass cut deep into my leg, and I fell
a small distance onto the wonderful grass. It was now littered with small
pieces of glass that I began to crawl through, creating small cuts all up my
arms and on my hands. I kept crawling and didn’t look back until I was at the
ditch. I was bleeding out. I felt weak and I had lost all energy. Just what the
thing had wanted. I looked back at the window, and there it was, looking
straight at me. This time with a full glaring smile, and its lifeless eyes
directed straight at me. My vision blurred and my body went numb. I passed out.
I awoke screaming in the ditch in the morning. The first thing I did was check
my leg. I had no pain, and there was no tear in my jeans. I rolled them up, and
sure enough, not cut. My arms were clean too. No blood or glass anywhere.
I
looked up at the window and dreaded what I would see, but it was clear. Not
broken, but not new. Just the way it was before, as if nothing had happened. I
noticed Garrets car in the driveway and rushed inside. Garret was sitting on
the couch playing games “Garret!” I was
practically screeching at him. “Whoa man, chill. What’s up?” “That thing, the
thing you guys saw, it was after me too! You didn’t warn me! Why?” “Dude, what?
What thing?” “That week I was planning the game night, Sean’s blog said you
guys got trapped in here right?” “Uh, to be honest I don’t remember much of
last week. Too much drinking or something I guess. I think that may be your
problem here. You hit up the club last night?” “No! I was right here! I swear I
was right here...” I talked to Sean and got a similar story. He laptop was just
fine, and we couldn’t find any blogs from that week.
The only
thing that remains unchanged is the scratches in the walls. My roommates claim
they were always there, but I remember, I didn’t forget like they did. I know
what really happened. And I need to get out of here.
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