His face never changes. It’s pale white. His eyes are grey, empty. Wide. So fucking wide. I can’t take my own eyes off of them and because I can’t, I feel them painfully dry up, just as his should. But they don’t. He never closes them. He’s always, always watching.
His smile. That godforsaken smile. Just like his eyes. So impossibly wide… His teeth aren’t touching, it’s an open smile. I can see the black pit where his throat begins, always waiting for something sinister to crawl out. His teeth clamp down just as I think I can see something moving behind them. They’re sharp. But why are they spotted with red?
He’s always there. His aberrant long fingers leave my windows steamed up in their shape. He’ll stroke the glass a few times, but that’s only before he’ll start impatiently tapping it with each of his five individual yellow-pungent nails. Consecutive taps starting from pinky to thumb. He’s waiting. Waiting for me to look away. But I can’t. What will he do if I look away?
I can’t sleep. I might not make it until morning if I fall asleep now. Just keep watching. He won’t do anything if I keep watching.
My eyes are getting heavy. I don’t know how much longer I can stay awake. My lids are fluttering so much. It’s like watching an old film. Watching him fade slowly in and out of frame.
Black. I’ve closed my eyes. I realize after a mere two seconds, but it seems it’s too late. I’m staring at an empty window. I could see where he huffed his warm breath against the thin, transparent panel, but it didn’t last in the cold. The formed condensation slowly disappears, and as does my previous minuscule sense of security.
Even if I’d been tired, I’m awake now, trembling. My body feels like it’s both been set aflame, and buried with ice. I feel so numb that I can’t move. My wide eyes form tears and I start to cry. I can’t stop, though I’m as silent as I can manage. My teeth grit to hold in my pathetic whimpers, the strain proving too much for my head. It’s throbbing with pain, I want to cry out, but I can’t.
I keep my eyes open, staring forward from the wooden wall I was backed up into; glaring to the window. Being able to see him there had been some source of comfort, but now he’s gone. Where is he? I’m scared…
I sit, tugging my knees close to my pounding chest. I bring up my nerve-rattling hands to bury my eyes into them, rubbing them dry. For a second, I can’t see.
I feel something brush against my shoulder, leaving my heart to sink and my cries to drown silent. I’m hesitant, but I remove my hands from my eyes until I stare into my lap. It’s so quiet that I can hear my own shuddering breath as if it were the loudest thing I’d ever been able to hear.
I eventually turn my head to look to the floor at my side. Nothing.
Just when I thought I’d been feeling my worst. I let out another baffled whimper, having a hand swipe away a single tear that sprinted along my flustered cheek.
My eyes move across the floor and towards the door leading to the passage-way. It’s cracked open. I wait for it to be pushed open further, the anticipation making me nauseous.
Ah. There. Pale, but dirty and familiar aberrant fingers protruded from the side of the slightly opened entryway. They tapped onto the wood just above the golden turning handle. Consecutively from pinky to thumb.
I watch his fingers with eyes that grow dim. Although I’m scared, I’ve accepted my fate. I can’t be saved. I muster a sarcastic, short laugh at my misfortune, softly banging the back of my head into the wall I leaned back against.
“I give up…”
I close my eyes.
53 Comments on 'Keep Watching'
This is really awesome and descriptive. ^w^
wow i think i’m in shock i’m never closing my eyes again
This is really good! Keep up the good work!
…..nightmares will never end
Well Shit… I like it. Kept me on edge. Major Props! 😀
I don’t know what to say but good job 😀
That was marvelous.
Simple. descriptive. FANTASTIC! Certainly gives me chills for nights ahead.
Wonderfully descriptive. Sequel possibly?
OHHH. I loved thaatttt!!!
lol didnt read
My compliments to the chef.
great story man or girl really scary write back so more
That was actually really good and very descriptive for the somewhat short length of the story, definite props to you I hope to be able to read more work from you that’s just as good!
This sounds like me every time i look at the bear across my room while i’m trying to sleep
Well then that’s nice it had a creepy feeling to it as well
For once, a story I enjoyed. Most of them in this site are poorly written. Kudos to you.
I loved it !
I loved this but Awww it made me so sad
Wow. Best short story Iv’e read so far. I read this last night and never slept. Kudos to you sir.
Hey everyone! I did a creepypasta reading of this story on my YouTube channel:Jeremykill12 or Jeremyplays! I’d really appreciate it if you guys would go check it out,and give me some feedback.
That was beyond fabulous bby
Fuckin A! Best short I’ve ever read!
Great story 😮
I really liked it so I tried to do a reading of it on my channel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcljCetPtEM I don’t know if it was any good, but I figured I’d post it here anyway :3
is it wrong to want to die that way? cause I do
Hi, I love this story. I just started working on a comic adaptation of it. Here are the sketches for the first 2 pages.
Nice job it’s was really unique and one of a kind
Very very very good had me captivated the whole time
Very good I would also like a sequel
Wow, this is brilliant! I aspire to write such incredible stories much like this one!
Crap… looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight… Good job though 🙂
This was a really creepy piece. Legitimately terrifying with so many elements in one. Fear of the night, fear of being pursued, fear of something watching you while you sleep. There’s a lot going on psychologically and it’s fascinating, but again, incredibly terrifying. The piece could have worked with anything the way you wrote it, not just a horrific monster.
Nice!!! i loved it omg!!!!
This is a VERY. Creepy. Pasta. >:)
Good but nothing extraordinary..
Not scary enough really.
that was really scary Afraid to close my eyes now
Thanks for that, is there a way to never close my eyes again?
Very good pasta. The pacing is slow, so it feels like I’m right there with the person in the story. Well written 5/5.
That was a really good one
Is it a weeping angel?
This was really good made me think of the game Boogey Man that coryxkenshin played.
i like it it so deep in a cool way
I thought today was an apt day to post my narration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQi7vsxjjFg
I’ve tried to do this great story justice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQi7vsxjjFg
Is it too late for me to add my narration as well? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMsh2EJBVMs
wen he slump’s down and acseps his fate he remembers he has a gun under his pillow…
Springtrap or Weeping Angel? Either way I love it!