I can taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Feel it trickle down from the gash at my hairline. The heat is everywhere. With each breath I inhale hot ash. My throat is dry and scalded. The air around me seemed to burn my skin, biting more viciously at my open wounds and scratches. I stopped shaking a while ago. Now my hands are steady. I’m frozen in fear. I probably make easy prey, but I can’t think of anything else to do now. I’m out of ideas.

I see glowing eyes from deep in the shadows of the alleyway. I avoid direct eye contact and snap my eyes shut. As if not seeing could keep me safe. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me, I think childishly. But I clamp my eyelids tighter, imagining happier, more beautiful places. Ignoring the cold of the wall behind me, ignoring the burning of my skin and throat, ignoring the eyes waiting for me.

I keep my eyes closed and pretend I’m somewhere far away. I know that it’s pointless, but maybe I can have at least a few seconds of peace before…

I am brought back to the narrow, grimy alley by a low rumble and a rush of heated air. I nearly jump, but catch myself. I don’t want to give it the satisfaction of knowing I’m afraid, though it can probably sense it. It sounds very close. I don’t open my eyes.

“Look at me, please.” it purred, its tone sickeningly polite, “It’s no fun if I can’t see the light leave your lovely eyes.” Its scorching hand secures itself under my chin as it softly strokes my cheek with its thumb, and suddenly, instead of being fanned with the flame, I’m ignited. The direct contact makes the heat seep down through every nerve in my body, making me shake with the pain. I feel like I’m burning alive. I want to cry out, but I keep my lips clenched tightly. When I try to pull away, it tightens its grip, surely leaving a bruise along with my new burns.

My eyelids drift open unwillingly to find its face just inches from my own, its horrible features twisted into a malevolent smirk. I don’t flinch. I merely stand there in silence and wait, keeping whatever pride and courage I have left. The burning continues, but I keep quiet, my body alive with pain. Its unnaturally empty black eyes held mine for what seemed like hours, before its mouth widened into a sadistic grin and its hand traveled down to my throat, flames engulfing me in its wake.

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  • Commented on January 5, 2015 at 4:18 am

    I’m confused. I know there’s a fire, but is the fire personified in this? It did creep me out, reminded me a little of yandere stories, when he mentioned the light leaving the person’s eyes, and stroked the cheek, and its sick, sadistic, twisted smile as it touched the person. I am so confused, please help me. I’m probably just being dumb and everyone else understands it but…

  • OminiousMe
    Commented on January 15, 2015 at 2:13 am

    Hey Golding Wing 23 your not dumb. I don’t understand it either… or maybe i am dumb too….

  • Python
    Commented on February 24, 2015 at 12:30 am

    It’s talking about spontaneous combustion I think

  • Commented on July 26, 2015 at 12:59 am

    I loved it. I’m not sure if i understood it but I believe it was a demon. Who personified fire. And was burning the person alive

  • Commented on November 2, 2015 at 4:37 pm

    I agree with Python I think it might be spontaneous combustion as well

  • Commented on November 19, 2015 at 6:12 pm

    The pasta was good, but I it confused my taste buds…

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 7:27 pm

    I don’t understand.

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 11:44 pm

    This was too confusing.

  • Commented on February 21, 2016 at 6:31 pm


  • Commented on March 13, 2016 at 5:51 pm

    Cool but it could use more pepper on the pasta

  • Commented on May 10, 2016 at 3:03 pm

    Explination: I might not be an expert on this stuff, but I have a bit of an idea. the fire is personified, but as a creature. It sets fire to the building just to see people die.

  • You
    Commented on August 26, 2016 at 3:50 pm

    i too think the fire is personified.

  • Commented on January 17, 2017 at 2:07 pm

    I got confused then I got intrigued by reading it I have a couple of questions like who finds the the body or who set the place on fire but besides the questions it was a great story I loved how you added detail to the story. Plz keep writing.

  • Commented on September 28, 2017 at 11:27 am

    Loved the Creepypasta [10/10]

  • Commented on October 4, 2017 at 7:02 pm

    I actually liked it but just didn’t get it

  • Commented on October 17, 2017 at 2:32 pm

    so much confusion like no one understands a metaphor…
    it sounds like a bomb hit a building and the fire rushed in after and burned everyone up..
    i would assume.. but i think this story is more about the beautiful writing than basking in your confusion

  • Iamconfused
    Commented on December 2, 2017 at 3:26 am

    wwritten in first person.
    The guy is dead. Que?

  • The Best
    Commented on January 9, 2018 at 5:03 am

    I believe that fire is personified because that would make sense. Fire is described as something that would like to see people suffer, but in reality, fire isn’t the bad one in real life. It is was caused the fire.

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