“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.”
― Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly
My name is Connor. Up until today, my life was completely normal… well, as normal as you can get. I’m your average 25 year old male who graduated from the University of Washington a little over 2 years ago. I was born January 23, 1989 in a small town in Maine called Belmont. Fewer than 1000 residents, but I loved the place.
The only reason I came to Seattle was because of all the great job opportunities after college, but like all my other plans, things didn’t go the way I’d hoped. I’m currently working at the Bank of the Pacific in Seattle. It’s your normal bank holding company, and it’s fairly boring, but it pays well and I appear to be good at it, but it isn’t what I wanted to do. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Science. I wanted to become a programer, maybe make it famous as a man who created the next big thing, like John Carmack. But in the end, I landed a job at a bank. Not really the most entertaining life story ever, but I guess I’m not the most entertaining person in the world either.
Today was Friday, and for the first time in a long time, I actually had after work plans. My friends and I were planning on going to see a movie later tonight and head out for drinks afterwards. To a lot of people, this might not seem like the greatest night ever, but I’ve gone 3 months without having a night out with friends, and I needed one badly. But out of all the stuff I’d be doing tonight, there was one thing I was looking forward to even more. This girl I like, Reyane, will be tagging along with the rest of us. And who knows, maybe if I make a good impression on her, next time it might just be the two of us. It had been a while since I had even thought about love. I remember having a girlfriend in high school, we dated for around 3 months before she told me that it wasn’t going to work out. I hadn’t had a girlfriend since, not because there wasn’t anyone I liked, but just because of how I took the breakup. She had it a lot easier than me… I won’t be going into details, it just brings up too many bad memories… it’s been years since then, so I think it’s about time I give dating another shot.
As I started walking out of the building, I noticed the amount of police cars in the area. There were people gathered all around to see what exactly was going on, but the police didn’t appear to be giving any information out at the time. It was probably some kind of car wreck, or a fight that broke out. Either way, I had to go home and get ready.
I own a blue 2004 Audi S4 Sedan, and I am one of those people who get overly-attached to their car. It might not be the newest or most in-shape cars out there, but this car has been with me for years now. I get in the car, pull out of the parking lot and head out. I had arrived at my rundown apartment complex at around 3:30. The place wasn’t in the best of shape, didn’t cost much. I had just graduated when I first started living here, and at the time, it was all I could afford. A few years have passed since then and this place makes me happy, and it has some other benefits as well.
My apartment is at the end of the 2nd floor hall, room 208. I put my key in the lock, only to find that it was already unlocked. It’s this terrible habit I have, leaving the apartment unlocked from time to time. The dorms I used to live in at the college I went to had automatic locks, so I never needed to get used to locking it manually. My apartment itself was nearly as bad as the exterior… I was a slob. I had clothes lying everywhere, garbage next to the trash can (not in it, but literally sitting next to it), my bed wasn’t made, dishes were piling up… I was living the carefree batchelor’s life.
The only thing I actually cared for was my home entertainment system. It had a Samsung 60’’ Plasma TV, a PlayStation 4, XBox 360, surround sound speakers all over the living room, and my giant stack of DVDs and Games. It cost me a fortune, but like I said, owning a dirt cheap apartment has it’s benefits. I started getting myself ready. I thought that it’d probably best if I wore clean clothes tonight, ‘cause from all the magazines I’ve read, girls don’t appear to be attracted to guys who wear the same pair of pants for an entire week. I decided to throw some clothes in the washer and dryer, and took a shower in the meantime.
About 30 minutes before I was supposed to leave, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, enjoying the thought that soon I’d be at the movies with everyone. I’m staring into the mirror, brushing each tooth individually, counting each stroke, kind of like in that movie… what was it called… “Stranger Than Fiction”? Yeah, that was it… I’m no where near as insane as Will Ferrell is though.
As I continue brushing my teeth, I get a sudden chill… have you ever gotten the feeling that you were being watched? Like someone was right behind you without you knowing? Like anyone would do, I take a look around me just to make sure that I wasn’t being watched, even though I knew no one was. It’s like getting soap in your eye while taking a shower, you close your eyes for a few seconds, but then get the feeling someone is behind the curtain. As I look back into the mirror, I catch the slightest glimpse of a shadow outside my window in the living room, well, at least I thought I did. I knew it wasn’t possible, this was a second floor apartment, getting up here would be difficult. I brush the feeling off and finish brushing.
I still had some time to kill, so I sit down on my pigsty of a couch and turn on my television. Up pops a news report about the serial killer that’s been on the loose, and how there had been another murder… right outside my office. This was the third victim in the past 2 weeks. Reports say that each of the victims families had been showing signs of insecurity, like they were being followed by someone… a chill runs down my spine. That’s what the cops must have been doing as I had walked out the building. Just the thought that a serial killer was anywhere near me gave me terrible thoughts.
To get him off my mind, I start channel surfing. Nothing really good was on. I flipped to AMC, and it looked like they were airing “The Rock”. It’s been years since I’ve seen that movie… but I can’t get lost in memories now, I gotta head out. Before I walk out the door, I take one last look at myself in the mirror, start posing like any guy would do. Yup, irresistible. What girl wouldn’t want all of this? All of a sudden I hear something… kind of like the creaking sound you get when you walk on wood… and it had come from my closet. The building was old, someone could walk on the floor from at least 20 yards away and hear it from where you’re standing. I walk over to my closet, just to make sure nothing was in there, and open it. Just like I thought, nothing. I close the closet, head out the front door, remembering to lock it this time, and head down the stairs.
There were a group of teenagers hanging outside near the entrance to the complex, and my neighbor’s dog was barking like crazy. It does that whenever it sees people it doesn’t recognize. It gets annoying at times, ‘cause despite the few people that live in this building, we get a lot of visitors. Sometimes the dog will wake me up at night when a group of joggers jog past. Either way, I drive to the entrance and the teenagers make way for me to pass. On the way to the cinema, I was being honked at by some idiot in the car behind me. I was going the speed limit, what did he want from me? That’s when I checked the mirror to see who the guy was. That’s when, for a second, I could have sworn I saw a face in the mirror… not my face, but someone else’s. It was the briefest glimpse of one, but as soon as I saw it the face was gone.
I rub my eyes a little and blame it on being tired. Being at work so early probably wasn’t the best idea, especially if it’s starting to make me hallucinate. I was about to consider going home to take a nap or something, but I had arrived at the cinema, and there standing outside were my friends waiting for me. Reyane was there as well. Once I saw that beautiful black hair and her smile, I knew I couldn’t waste a night like tonight. I found a parking spot and met up with everyone. Apparently the movie had been delayed due to some problems with the projector, so it looks like we were going out for drinks early. We all decide to carpool and head over to our favorite bar, Kells.
We order a few rounds of our favorite ales, and like the young people we are, start chugging them down. I had been hesitant to do so at first. I didn’t know if Reyane would find chugging beers to be a turnon for her, but to my surprise she was chugging along with the rest of us. If the bartender hadn’t enforced the “2 drinks per customer” rule, we’d all be drunk and die in a fiery car wreck on the way to the theater…
Before we left, I looked behind the bartender at the mounds of ale and liquor on the walls. That’s when I noticed a mirror behind all of the drinks. I could scarcely make out a man standing right behind me… I couldn’t see his face clearly. When I turned around, there was no one there. This time I blamed it on the alcohol, but just to make sure I ask the bartender if he saw a man behind me a second ago. He replies that he hadn’t. I really need to figure out a way to stop these hallucinations from occurring…
As we arrive at cinema, my friend Jeff hands us all of our tickets. Up until this point, I had no idea what kind of movie we were going to go see. After the ticket taker hands me back my movie ticket, I look down at it to check… oh hell no. Reyane comes up to me, noticing my expression.
“Scared?” she says as she smiles and walks towards the theater.
– – – – – – –
I knew I couldn’t pass of this eerie feeling, cause now I’m more paranoid than ever. The theater was having a “Horror Feature Night” and my friends thought it’d be a good idea to go see a horror movie called “Mirrors”. It was about a serial killer who used mirrors to, like, teleport through them and kill his victims with ease. Now, I know that movies like that can’t possibly happen in real life. But you can’t blame me for not wanting to look at another mirror for a while, especially with the hallucinations I’ve been having today.
More importantly though, there was one good thing that had happened tonight. Reyane had such a good time with me that we scheduled another date to go out for dinner next week, and this time it’d be just the two of us. We had it all planned out, we’d meet each other next Friday night at Olive Garden (Just like me, she loves Italian food.), maybe catch a movie if it hadn’t gotten too late, and after that… maybe we might actually start dating regularly. On the way home, I’d noticed how foggy it had gotten. Usually I wouldn’t think about it too much, but it’s the middle of Summer, and here in Seattle we don’t get too much fog due to the city lights and everything… it was actually starting to creep me out.
I’ve never been the biggest fan of fog, tons of accidents happen due to the idiot drivers who forget to turn on their lights and end up colliding with another car, but driving alone in the fog after watching a horror movie can make you paranoid beyond belief. I might not seem like it, but I am a horror movie expert. Everything I’m doing at the moment is screaming “Code Red!”, but there was no one I could really drive home with, and if I had asked Reyane to come with me, that might give her the wrong idea and ruin all chances I have with her. The drive home was really quiet… it hadn’t been THAT late at night, there are usually people driving down the streets until at least midnight. With all of this freaky stuff that’d had happened today, I might actually be in a horror movie myself… then, upon instinct, I checked my rearview mirror…
Did you ever watch the television series, “The Twilight Zone”? I distinctly remember an episode about a girl who decided to take a trip across the states, and there would always be a man popping up everywhere, just out of the blue. There, sitting in the back, was a man. At least, I think it was a man, he was covered in a silhouette of darkness, but the figure looked like that of a male… for 10 seconds, I just stared. I couldn’t speak, move, or even breathe… I just looked into the mirror and watched as the man sat there silently… I quickly turn around, only to find nothing but empty fast food bags and other garbage.
This was getting out of hand. I couldn’t handle what was going on, my mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. It wasn’t my brains fault, I can’t blame it on being tired anymore, ‘cause at that moment, I was wide awake, and all I could think about was getting home as soon as possible. I sped up, and in a matter of minutes, I was home. I checked in my sideview mirror this time, and about 30 feet away, I saw a distinct figure walking slowly to my car. I got out of the car as fast as I could and bolted up the stairs to my floor. I look over the railing. This time I knew he was real. I see him by the car, slowly walking towards the stairs. He was after me.
I start slamming on all my neighbors’ doors, begging for help, but no one came to help me. I look over my shoulder, the man was walking up the stairs. I ran to my door, and bolted inside my apartment, and slammed the door shut, got into my closet, and just waited. It felt like an eternity… I waited in that closet, hoping for some sign that I would be okay… I hear the neighbor’s dog barking outside my apartment, and that can only mean it sees the man as well, so I know that I’m not going crazy, he is, in fact, real. What was going to happen to me? Was he going to kill me?
Then the barking stops… and everything around me goes cold… I hear footsteps on the other side of the wall. It was him… I kept praying to myself, hoping that everything would be alright… the footsteps stop right outside my front door… and I realize something…
Had I locked my door?
56 Comments on 'A Night Out'
Other than a few spelling errors that may need a quick do-over, I’d say that you did an excellent job with this pasta. It was very in-deph, emotional, suspenseful, and even left me with a tad bit of surprise.
I’ve been spending the past couple of hours reviewing Creepypastas, mostly on a 80;20 ratio between lacking and well typed out. Overall, I still rate yours a 5/5, for you sir take your work as seriously as most should. Nice job.
I thought that was really good.
Really good story
I just locked my door. Thanks for the reminder 🙂
It was good I would have added more. on a side note does anybody think that he should have just acted normal and see the reaction on a stalker when you ask them ( even if you only see them in a mirror) for a beer it might save your life).
yay approved : D, was really good pasta, in the tags I think you should have added “mindfuck” because it actually is。 that ending is nice the pasta is perfect nice。
definetly just got mind fucked by that. great pasta
Awesome creepy Pasta, I love the long ones because they get me into the story. 🙂 Good pasta but could have added a bit more detail.
This was an amazing story… But like someone said, there was some spelling errors but, otherwise I really liked it. It was satisfying!
I would suggest to fix the spelling errors but other than that I really liked it
WHY WOULD YOU FORGET TO LOCK TO DOOR ;~;
Good job! I love the whole paranoid mentality of your character. It’s perfect. 🙂
i enjoyed this pasta very much!
Loved it! Great job!!!!!!!!!!!
Get wattpad and get the story Tribute To… Its awesome!
Made by someone named Jocie
But really CrazyKat7
Severe paranoya vere great few miligrams of Clonazepam will solve this problem
Right at the end where all the suspense is building up and you question if you even locked the door. I don’t know if it’s just me but I thought it was so hilarious.
There’s that ‘Oh, Shit’ moment.
I really liked this pasta! Great job.
Omfg this creep me out and it gave me chills lol
Great job !
Ok. If he’s sposed to be an expert on horrors shouldnt he hav known to lock the door? I mean its so obvious that its not even considered a rule!
yeeeaaahhhh I loved the ending!! poor guy, hes dead!!!
That moment, when you fogret to lock your door 🙁
This is awesome! Good job bro! 😀
loved the story ^.^ jeff is my favorite from creepypasta
Lots of great comments here but not that impressed, try again.
om gesels yes i said that you can laugh hahahaha but anyway i am making sure my front and back doors are locks and all my windows but is the person stalking him actually Jeff the killer if yes then it doesn’t matter if he locked his door or not Jeff could pick the lock or even undo the doors hinges to get in ether way his ship is sunk and he don’t have a life raft or life preserver/jacket by by mt guy too bad you didn’t go on that date with her sooner like last month 🙁 >:-) mwhahahahaha maybe you should “go to sleep” gnaw i’m kidding lolz
Oh wow, I found it a bit winded, but a great story. Ending with a cliff hanger was good.
Not well-written at ALL. It’s like nine year olds write these. What’s wrong with you people?! Do you not know how to form well-planned concepts and stick to them, using at least decent structure? Why can I not find a single creepypasta that’s written properly?!
kind of predictable in some places but other than that, great pasta!
^ I wonder if Jamie has any submissions x) oh, she doesnt.. lol
THAT WAS A GREAT PASTA 🙂 don’t listen to haters. It was awesome. I enjoyed it.
There were a few sentences not needed but other than that it was great!!
Good job on writing a nice pasta 😀
The moment when you know a killer is following you and you don’t lock your door. Prepare your anus good sir. It’s that ultimate OH SHIT moment
Lovejamie0 I agree but the way you put the comment it is kinda rude:)
Well…(lock)…Ok…i’ll be ok…hopefully.
Awesome! I loved it.
I actually smiled at the end lol
It was a good and well developed story but the end was sort of empty there were some parts that could have been wrote better, but I really enjoyed the story. 4/5
wish u had more stories!! this was pretty awesome
I totally disagree with you LoveJamie0 this was a well written story with a decent structure and original idea.
Good story i love it make it longer tho than what its is make it more thrilling and more suspenfuls like make like the killer did get in and found him then conner runs away and still gets followed by the man and goes too Rayenas house then like begas her for help then some how conner gets killed by the killer make it moree suspensful thanks still love your story tho
This actually got me jumpy. It’s an amazing pasta, the suspense and paranoia, the reliazation at the end , it made the pasta.
I’ve posted a reading of this story on youtube. The link will be included. The story was great, had me checking my locks! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8ZsQ1j0H9g
This man has my exact birthday one year later :/
I love it! Its stories like these that inspire others to be creepy! <3
The guy says “I close the closet, head out the front door, remembering to lock it this time, and head down the stairs.” He told us he locked it when he left.
This was fun. The writing was fine, if not exceptional. It sounded way too much like a mildly-edited transcript of something spoken, which was a bit distracting. I liked the fact that the dread in the story was of the slow burn type, and the fact that the buildup was very subtle. However, the payoff wasn’t much. I’d have liked to actually see the villain more in full. Without a physical description and no spoken lines his characterisation was basically nonexistent (he was little more than a Slender Man expy with an interesting gimmick) and thus the dread factor greatly suffered. Overall, I give this story a 7.5/10 though. If it had been just a little more developed, it would have been awesome.
Very nicely written thriller. I was on the edge whole time.
I don’t know what’s better? when someone just lays out their ass for the killer or the killer already has their ass on a plate and just waits for them to realize it………..
scariest line “2 drinks per customer”. Honestly, well written. hot take, but this could benefit from double spacing between the passages, adding to the time it takes the reader to adjust theri eyes and slowing the flow of the writing, without having to fret over adding details that may or may not help the story. Otherwise I enjoyed reading this, as well as the ambiguous ending that allowed me to finish the story in my head.