You know those sounds you hear when no one is home?

Those sounds only you hear. When you’re alone. I do. I hear them everyday. The creaking. The noises. The paranoia of my mind playing tricks on me, but is it really?

What if there is someone outside of the door. Waiting for me to see what that sound is. What if he is just waiting for my curiosity to take over and warp my mind into his world? He’s waiting for my mind to weaken. Waiting for me to fall asleep. Waiting for something. For something I don’t know. He’s waiting. Just waiting.

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, paralyzed by something holding you down, Frozen in fear? You can’t move. You can barely breathe and all you hear is what reminds you of that ringing in your ear that gets louder and louder and screeches and takes over your fear that makes you tremble in your paralyzed state. That noise that blocks out everything else in your mind except for your heartbeat, and it terrifies you. That feeling of helplessness. Knowing that whatever happens to you, whatever fate you have is in his hands. I know that feeling all too well. It terrifies me. It haunts me. But yet…. It’s become a part of me.

Have you ever woken up in a cold sweat? Not knowing if what you just felt was a hallucination, a dream, a nightmare. Some horrendous joke, or if it really happened? That feeling of relief and terror. All at the same time. That uneasy feeling of insecurity. Being afraid of the night, of sleep, of dreaming. The unexplainable pain in your heart in your spirit. That you know it happened but you don’t want to believe it. How can you believe it? It was a stupid dream right? Right? RIGHT?

It’s taking over my mind, my life. I don’t feel safe anywhere. No matter where I go, where I stay, he’s there. In my head, outside my door, that creaking, those shadow, the ones outside your line of sight, he’s there. He’s watching. The minute you look in his direction he won’t be there, but believe me, he’s watching. That uneasy feeling you get, the feeling of being watched, it’s him. I KNOW it’s him. He’ll always be there, laughing. Laughing at your pain, at your trembling, agony, and crying.

They won’t believe you. No one will believe you. They know what it feels like. They know what HE feels like, but they won’t believe you. I tried telling them, I tried warning them. WARNING THEM. They tell me I’m schizophrenic, but I know the truth. He’s waiting. Just waiting.

Original Author: CreepyPastaBros

19 Comments on 'Waiting'

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  • Commented on December 14, 2014 at 3:15 am

    I hear them outside, only on the weekend, because he doesn’t disturb my sister

  • Commented on December 22, 2014 at 10:06 am

    Haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet

  • Commented on January 1, 2015 at 11:17 pm

    I know exactly how that feels

  • Commented on January 2, 2015 at 7:27 pm

    Well that was anticlimactic.

  • IReadCreepyPastas
    Commented on February 8, 2015 at 8:15 pm

    I always hear- o crap I heard it again. I swear I’m alone and I hear it at my house at nigh- there it is again. I’m not kidding. I’m alone. I hear it at my church too.there it is again. Seriously. It sounds like sneakers squeaking in the floor after be there it is again. As I was saying, it sounds like wet sho REALLY AGAIN shoes squeaking it’s really creepy and people say I’m crazy. Again. Why?! I swear I’m not role playing, i promise I’m not a troll. Ther it is. I don’t want this to be The start. Seriously. Again. And again. And again. I’m not kidding, I think I’m insane. Please believe me

  • Slenderman
    Commented on February 13, 2015 at 6:37 pm

    The beginning of this story reminds me of the string theory which is probably one of the good stories i’ve read on this site.

  • AC
    Commented on April 14, 2015 at 2:15 pm

    My grandpa told me that Ringing sound in your ear is the other world, trying to communicate to you. My grandpa used to be a medicine man. I’m Native American and I know not to mess with things because I know its possible and dangerous. I do admit that some of your stories make me think but sometimes I can’t help but shake my head. Because the more you believe in stuff the more power it gets , when your scared they feed off of your negative energy and off your fear. I don’t see why you guys need to dig further into the darkness. When you go looking for those things you will find it. Because you guys use your energy opening portals you can’t close or have control over. They are easy to open, but Once you let them in ,its hard to get it out.

  • Lirai
    Commented on July 4, 2015 at 8:55 pm

    This…this isn’t a creepypasta…this is my god damn life!! What if I’m drunk NO crazy? What if I’ve lost my god damn mind! It happens all the time!! What if?? Maybe…he’s right behind me…? No one knows.. . shaaaaaaa

  • Commented on August 22, 2015 at 4:57 pm

    What you wrote over there is a mixture of SLEEP PARALYSIS and A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET . Not bad. I’ll rate it 4/5.

  • Commented on October 28, 2015 at 3:54 pm

    kind of used but still awesome 4/5

  • Commented on November 15, 2015 at 9:37 pm

    I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight. 5/5

  • Commented on April 6, 2016 at 11:51 pm


  • Commented on April 7, 2016 at 12:40 am

    Hey sounds like me. Now that you know who I am, I’m going to have to find my way in

  • Commented on April 9, 2016 at 10:14 pm

    Not original but still liked it

  • Velvet Sparkle
    Commented on August 17, 2016 at 2:49 am

    It sounds just like when I had black mold poisoning! I love it!

  • Commented on October 11, 2016 at 2:12 pm

    not the most original but slept 0 hours this weekend so it’s not so bad

  • Commented on February 27, 2017 at 9:19 pm

    i understand the feeling .. another reason not to sleep tonight

  • Commented on March 22, 2017 at 5:55 pm

    I always hear those noises, I usually don’t give a shit

  • Commented on December 23, 2017 at 4:56 am

    Sometimes, at night, if I’m in a certain position (it’s different every time) or sometimes even when I’m in a normal position, I can feel something… Touching me. It’s freaky. Sometimes grabbing my arm or wrist… Every now and then, at random points, even during the day, I’ll feel as if I’m suffocating. My house is supposedly protected, and I think it mostly works… For I can sense something waiting for me, something that clings on to me as soon as I leave the house. It feeds off my darkness… It makes it worse… If I go outside after dark and sit on a swing in the backyard (which is in a spot where the light doesn’t reach it very well) with my back to the forest, I can feel it. A feeling of despair, hopelessness, and failure… What’s going on? What’s stalking me? I want to find out, but I’m scared… And what do I feel at night, while laying in my bed? By now, I wait for it…

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