Hope didn’t like being home without her parents. All of her friends did, and they had all shared wild tales of what exactly they had done when their parents were gone. They all seemed to get a sense of satisfaction at disobeying their parents and defying their rules. Hope didn’t have a rebellious streak. It wasn’t that she was a goody two shoes; it was just that her parents had always been reasonable with her, and in turn, she complied with their wishes.
On this particular night, Hope’s parents had gone out for Dinner and a movie, and probably wouldn’t be back until very late at night. Hope flopped down on the couch and picked up her book. It was a novel by Stephen King. Before long she was beginning to grow a little nervous. Her eyes flitted around the room, seeing she was still alone, she relaxed a little, before noticing the open door that lead into the kitchen.
The light in the room was out, and the darkness was unsettling, Hope couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside the kitchen was watching her, perhaps leering with a sinister grin.
Hope tried to continue reading her book, but kept getting distracted. At last, she finally got up and ran towards the kitchen door. She slammed it shut and drew back in one quick movement, as if expecting a hand to snake out of the blackness and grab her wrist.
Needless to say, this did not happen.
She let out a sigh of relief and even laughed at herself a little before going back to the warm comfort of the couch. Instead of retrieving her book, Hope simply grabbed the remote and flicked on the television. She reached over and turned off the lamp on the nearby nightstand before adjusting herself on the couch, curling into a cozy position. The television was displaying a rerun of the newest criminal minds. Hope swiftly changed the channel to the cartoon network. She had had enough scary stories for one night. She glanced ruefully at her library book, which was now discarded on the floor.
Hope slowly turned her head back to the television screen and, in her snug posture, gradually fell asleep.
About an hour later, Hope was awoken by a sudden stream of light hitting her face. The light was shining in through her window. She winced and turned away, moaning softly, and cursing the light for interrupting her slumber.
Just as suddenly as the light had come, it was suddenly gone. Thinking that a car must have come up her street, Hope shut her eyes and tried to blot everything out, from the blaring of the TV from the gentle rain that was beginning to fall outside.
The light came again. Cutting through the window and illuminating the living room before shutting off once more.
It seemed to be coming in short and long bursts. Hope blinked sleep from her eyes before sitting up.
Why are there lights coming from outside at this time of night? She wondered to herself, and why are they coming in quick bursts like that?
She eventually realized that one of her neighbors must have a faulty garage light. Thinking well of herself for having solved such a mystery, Hope turned to the Television and, grabbing the remote, turned the volume up a few notches.
Then something very peculiar happened. The television shut off. The power had gone out. Power outages themselves were not uncommon where Hope lived, and it really did not surprise her. What did surprise her, was how the light outside kept flicking on and off.
Hope realized that the light that was flashing outside couldn’t be a garage light, now that the power was out. Fear welled up inside of her and her heart began to beat fast.
What if someone is trying to lure me outside? She thought.
I might be being stalked by a madman!
She realized that she was trembling all over and she grabbed a blanket from the far end of the couch. That’s when a more disturbing thought hit her.
What if he can see me right now?
Hope looked at the window, and a feeling of unease crept over her. She definitely had the distinct feeling that she was being watched.
Hope made up her mind, then and there, what she would do. In a quick movement, she vaulted herself over the couch and huddled in the darkness. The flashing lights continued, and seemed to grow more insistent, more impatient.
Hope crawled along the floor before reaching up and grabbing the doorknob to the kitchen, she slowly turned it and slipped inside. She shut the door behind her, blocking out the flashing of the lights, but she could still see them underneath the crack of the door. She moved through the darkness and grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter. She sat down in one of the chairs at the far end of the kitchen and watched as the lights became slower, as if discouraged, before eventually stopping altogether.
Relief flooded over her, and in spite of herself, she let out a smile.
An hour later, Hope’s parents came home. They opened the front door and were greeted with silence. They called out Hope’s name and got no response. When they went into the kitchen, a ghastly sight awaited them.
Hope sat in one of the chairs at the far end, a horrible expression of shock was evident on her face, and her throat had been torn into by a vicious blade. Hope’s own kitchen knife lay useless on the floor beside the chair.
The police came immediately after Hope’s parents called, and began searching the grounds around the house at once.
They were very surprised to find a young teenage girl close to a ditch across the street from their house. There were multiple stab wounds all over her body, and it was quite obvious she had been murdered in the same manner as Hope.
Clutched in the girl’s hand was a small flashlight.
She had been trying to signal for help, and trying to warn whoever was inside Hope’s house.
31 Comments on 'Outside Lights'
Similar to a story I read about a man flashing his car lights into a girls car to scare the murderer she couldn’t see in her backseat. Pretty good, however. Nice writing.
I’ve done the whole crawling along the floor to be hidden from view from the windows before. In my case it’s so that visitors at the door didn’t see me ignoring them.
THIS WAS AMAZING!!!! Kinda like the creepypasta named “Streetlights”
Reminded me of a movie called When A Stranger Calls
Not bad. The end felt a little rushed. Maybe a bit more background and build up? 4/5.
Really liked the plot twist, and the gradual shortening of the sentences to build intensity.
how many times do you need to mention her name “hope” 1/10
That was beautiful! 5/5, and thanks for the accidental birthday present.
I like how it was kept short, but still had a full, thought-out story to it. I liked it a lot. Especially how the end was unexpected and scary. Great job.
Great story! The beginning built up tension, but I think it has the potential for a little more details maybe? The end was satisfactory and caused uneasiness, but it was kind of rushed.
This was really good! Please don’t stop writing stuff as good as this!
I honestly don’t get this story can someone please tell me
Good one but didn’t really creep me out
Wow! Love this story! I like how you use Horror on this Creepypasta Story but damn You did a really good job! Now I think I don’t want to be home alone
Definitely could have used a bit more background for the ending, still really good tho. 4/5
good story can be more great is if the police found the killer in hopes room and he killed the police and the mum and dad.5/5
can someone please reveiw my pasta its a tiny GREAT story with a good twist!
This is my humble interpretation of your story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqyoIQbDthA
I love the contrast in the situation, although I feel it would have been better if the surroundings were described with more detail. I’d love to be able to picture where this is taking place. More specifically her room and home.
The story should have been about the other girl. Now THAT would’ve been some creepy pasta… Try again?
Could’ve used more background… but still a great story
This entire “story” lacked sustenance, descriptive adjectives, and originality. 1/10.
Great overall. I loved it.
I LOVED it. It sent chills down my spine because I feel like she did in the beginning. Every time I go turn on a light in a dark place I always feel like someone is going to grab my hand. Lucky for me, I didn’t actually have someone in my house waiting to kill me.
This was really sad. She was trying to warn Hope… Oh my gosh. This was AMAZING.
The twist at the end was pretty good, I didn’t see it coming at all.
Though, you used her name too much. It could have done with more pronoun use instead.
Also, the main character automatically assuming that she’s being stalked just because the flashing doesn’t stop is extremely unrealistic.
Why would that be her FIRST thought? She really had no reason to jump to this conclusion at ALL over her previous idea that it was a power outage. Why would she go straight from power-outage to stalker instead of thinking that perhaps her house had blown a fuse?
Was still an interesting read, though!
That’s what ya get for thinking, that why everyone in horror movies are always stupid.
Very good story, I became more and more paranoid as i read this story because im home alone and the power was out not too long go from a storm 😛
Typical white girl bullshit lets not pick up the phone and call the police no instead let’s crawl into the kitchen and get a knife and please don’t tell me this bitch didn’t have a cell phone when 7yo kids are out here with fucking iPhone 7s and shit nice try but sounds a lot like the old urban legend of the guy in the backseat so
.5of5 and like usual if anyone doesn’t like my comment please feel free to GFY (go fuck yourself) for people who don’t know by now