We all have that one story, don’t we? The one you grow up thinking about, but never actually grow the balls to tell anyone. Well this is my story. I don’t know what I’m hoping to accomplish by telling you. Maybe I’m looking for someone to tell me that I’m not insane, or maybe once I put it on paper it will…Hell, I don’t know. Just someone read this…just please.

Let me give you a little background. Twenty years ago when I was eight years old, still living with my mom. My friend Dave and I decided that we would brave “The House”. Now, The House was an abandoned two story home, that had been empty going on ten years, save for the occasional drug abuser that would sleep in it. However that’s not what made this particular house special. The standing rumor is what made it interesting.

For as long as I can remember adults in my neighborhood had told us, the children, that it was haunted. I’m sure it was just their way of getting us not to play in it though. Regardless, because of that, the house had a sort of ominous aura that hung around it. Just looking at that decaying building would give you the shivers. Although despite our inherent fear of the place, Dave and I decided we would explore this house We would become legends in our own right, at least that’s what we hoped.

It was Tuesday all those years ago, well past midnight, and both of our parents had fallen asleep. The two of us decided we would sneak out, you know, use the night as our cover. We agreed it would be best to meet up in front of The House. Still, I wish we hadn’t agreed to do it.

There I was…alone, waiting in front of The House for my friend. I couldn’t help but feel small when I looked at it. It might have been old, and the wood may have been rotting, but man did it look enormous. I bet even adults felt dwarfed by it. To keep myself from chickening out, I decided to think about something else while I waited; it was a little cold that night, which was the typical weather after a hard rain. “Ah, crap.” I muttered, noticing the mud that covered my shoes. I should have paid more attention to where I was stepping. “Mom is going to kill me when she…” my voice trailed off when I heard a dull thud from behind me. Sounded like someone knocked a door.

Was…was it the house, or was I just imagining things? I spun around expecting to see a hairy monster behind me, instead it was just The House; broken windows, splintered wood, and roof that had more than a few holes in it. Just the usual, nothing to panic about. I should have been relieved, but I found myself slightly shaken. Soon I would be stepping into one of the most feared places in our neighborhood. I wasn’t even inside yet, and I could already feel the slight tremor in my hand.

Before I could reconsider the mission Dave arrived. I quickly stuffed my hands into my pockets to hide the quiver. I could see his small figure bouncing up and down. The little jokester was skipping across the street. My fears were immediately replaced with giddy laughter. “You’re such a clown,” I managed to say in-between my giggles. We both reached out and shook hands, like his father had taught us. Luckily he didn’t notice the tremor.

Dave used his hands to smooth back his black hair, kind of like a greaser would in a cliched movie. “You ready for this?” He nodded towards the door. Typical Dave, he always tried to look cool. Whether it be riding his bike with no hands, or sneaking into an abandoned house, he never failed to give off the “I’m a badass” vibe.

I tried my best to sound nonchalant, “Only if you are, Davey.” The comment awarded me a slight snicker. Dave hated it when I called him Davey. He said it sounded girly, and that’s exactly why I used it. Rather than shoot a retort at me, he simply nudged me towards the house, and we began walking to the door. Our small feet made quiet echoes in the street, I was worried we might wake someone. If we had any doubts about what we were doing, that moment would have been the right time to bail out.

Of course, as per the norm, stupidity got the better of us. The second our feet hit the old steps, we knew there would be no turning back. “Think we should knock?” Dave joked. Seeing him act all cool somehow gave me courage, and so I knocked. What I heard made the hair on my neck stand at attention. The same thud I had heard from earlier reverberated through the door when my knuckles landed. I gulped loudly, but maintained an overall calm composure.

The two of us breathed in deeply, turned the door knob, and pushed the door open. We received a long drawn out creak as payment. I thought I was going to pee my pants, and Davey looked like he was about to shit a brick. Somehow we managed to keep our undies clean. It was dark, real dark. Neither one of had brought a flashlight, we didn’t want to accidentally wake up a neighbor by shining a light in their house. Given the circumstances, we decided it was best to use moonlight.

Our eyes were met with a dimly lit house, it took a minute to adjust to. The house was littered with trash, covered in graffiti, and was seemingly falling apart all over. And yet it didn’t seem as frightening as we were led to believe. Sure the darkness made it look spooky, but as I looked at the cracked marble floor, I couldn’t help but be reminded of my house. “Huh, this isn’t so bad.” It was me who broke the silence.

“Do you think the ghost will be pissed that we tracked mud in the house?” Dave laughed and pointed at the floor. Little footprints followed us all over the house. “Remind me to clean my shoes before I go back home.” I giggled at the thought. Here we are in the big spooky house, cracking jokes about muddy shoes. It was all fun and games. After familiarizing ourselves with the first floor – which consisted of an empty living room, a kitchen with rotted food in the cupboards, a bathroom with a disgusting toilet, and a curious looking locked door – we decided to explore the second floor.

We ascended the stairs together, Dave leading with his brave face on. The wooden stairs were old, much like the rest of the house, and each step left us wondering if it would collapse beneath us. “Think the ghost is up there?” I asked, half sincere.

Dave chuckled at the question, “Ghosts probably aren’t even real.” We had reached the end of the stairs, and were on the top floor. It wasn’t a big second story. Two hallways, one to the right and one to the left. Four rooms for the two of us to explore. “Let’s go left.” Dave suggested. So we went left, and into the first door on the right.

The door was already open, so we just peaked our heads in. The first thing I noticed was the hole in the roof. Moonlight was shining through it, and it gave us a faint light to survey the room with. It wasn’t a very kind room, actually it was kind of like my room. Probably big enough to have a bed, dresser, maybe a desk could fit in it too. We couldn’t see inside of the closet though, the light didn’t quite reach it. Dave looked at me, and I looked at him. “I bet there’s something cool in there. Let’s go look.” Dave suggested with a mischievous smile. Not sure what we were hoping for exactly. A treasure in a closet or something?

Just before I stepped into the room, I heard the familiar thud noise. The one that was made before, and when, I knocked on the door. My heart felt like it was going to stop. The noise was distant, but there was no mistaking it. My first instinct was to run, but I couldn’t leave Dave behind; he of course paid no mind to it. Hell, he was already in the room walking towards the closet. And it was at that moment that things went to hell, I never even had the chance to warn him.

The second Dave stepped foot in the center of the room, there was a frightening crack. He didn’t have time to react. The wood splintered, the ground beneath him gave way, and he fell through the floor. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Everything in front of me was crashing down. The wood was so old and decayed that it couldn’t even support Davey. Dust and dirt flew everywhere, by the time it was over, it was hard to breathe. Wait…Dave didn’t make a sound. Did he die on impact? Was he okay? My mind had never asked raced so faced. “Dave!” I shouted in-between coughs. “Dave are you okay?!” I repeated the question a few more times, and waited. After an agonizing minute I got my response.

“I’m okay,” he answered weakly. “Not a scratch on me.” I peered down the large hole that was now in front of me. Dust was everywhere, but as it cleared I could see him more clearly; there was Dave and he was completely intact. “And guess where I am?” I sighed deeply, glad that he hadn’t lot his sense of adventure. “I’m in the locked room, get down here, I’ll open the door for you.” He wiped the dirt off of his forehead and motioned for me to come down. I obediently turned around and headed for the stairs, preferring to take the safe route down.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed something odd. Were those big footprints always there? Two frighteningly large footprints had been left on the floor. There was something odd about them though…they didn’t look human. Too big, four toes, and they were round. My imagination quickly got the better of me, and I could feel the panic rising quickly. I was starting to feel nauseous, even more so when I realized the footsteps were leading to the room that Dave was in. I glanced at the front door, it was open. I could leave right now, run home, and tell my parents to call the police; we didn’t have cell phones back then. But I didn’t do any of that, I just kept walking towards the locked room.

The door was open, and I could see shadows dancing on the door frame. There were two shadows, one big one small. The larger shadow was pounding into the smaller one. I could hear the blows landing. Thump…thump, thump thump. Each time it hit, Dave would whimper. I was frozen in place. The door was only a few feet away, but I couldn’t bring myself to take another step. I wanted to save my friend, but I just couldn’t move. I could only stand there and watch the shadows. “Please..sto-” Smash. The last hit was harder than any of the others ones, I could hear the bones break from where I was standing. Dave’s shadow stopped moving. The larger shadow picked up the frail little body, and began slashing into it with what looked like a blade. A dark liquid splashed onto the door, and started oozing towards the floor. I wanted to puke.

I could feel hot liquid running down my pants. Must have been scared enough to piss myself. I looked at the floor and saw the puddle that I had made. It was time to leave. I took one last glance at the door, and what I saw when I looked up still haunts me today. A large humanoid figure stood in the door way holding Dave’s body. It was too dark to see it clearly, but I got a peak at its eyes; its big blue eyes. Big and blue like the ocean, and the waves were rippling with rage.

I wanted to leave. No, I needed to leave but my legs refused to move. They were anchored to the floor, fear had stopped them completely. My heart on the other hand was moving, it was moving very fast. Reluctantly I stood there…staring at the monster that was holding my dead friend. It didn’t take long for our eyes to meet. We stood there in a eternal staring contest, I was too afraid to blink. I remember thinking that if I closed my eyes I would never open them again.

It was only after two long minutes that I could finally feel my legs again, so I slowly took a step back. The monster mimicked my movements by stepping forward each time I took a step back. My heart sunk when I realized what it was doing. Every molecule in my body was telling me to turn around and sprint, but could I really outrun this monstrosity? No, there was no way. I decided to keep my pace, buy myself time until I got to the door.

Once we reached the living room it dropped Dave, outstretched its arms towards me, and grinned. It was the single most wicked thing I had experienced in my life. The monster’s grin, from corner to corner, reached both of its eyes. His teeth were long, white, like a shark. We were almost at the door, but he was no longer mimicking my steps.

For each step I took, he took two. Step by step he was closing the gap. The moonlight from the window shined on his outstretched arm. Its hand was human-like, only there was something off about it. The nails were long, the skin was rotted, and some of the flesh looked like it had scratched off. It was enough to make me dizzy. Soon I could hear it breathing. Each breath was labored, it was almost wheezing. One more step and I would see its entire body in the moonlight. I didn’t want that.

The thought alone was enough to make me turn, grab the door knob, throw it open, and rush out of the house. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder until there was some distance between the two of us. I expected to turn around and see the monster lumbering after me, but surprisingly it wasn’t. The monster never came out of the house. It didn’t chase me down the street. It didn’t rip me to pieces. It just stood there, on the porch, waving goodbye. Its malformed hand slowly rocking back and forth, with the same deranged smile on its face.

A few days later, when the police report was made public, my parents told me that the monster was, “Just a hobo on drugs.” The police had found Dave’s body next to a dead homeless man. Apparently he had overdosed shortly after I had left. I try to tell myself that I was just imagining things, and that there was no monster, but I don’t know what to believe. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, I can’t get that fucking smile out of my head. I’m done with this, if I write anymore I’ll start having nightmares again. Food’s here anyway, I just heard a knock at the door.

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  • Commented on November 7, 2016 at 5:15 pm

    Wow. That was really, really good. It gave me a really weird feeling, as if it were real. You added very vivid details. 5/5 Great! Turns out the knock really was the delivery guy XD

  • Commented on November 8, 2016 at 6:45 am

    bro this was a great story keep on writing more like this dang homeless people

  • Commented on November 11, 2016 at 10:25 am

    Really good narrative work,vfelt really vividgood work with the description giving away just enough to make it spooky without ruining it!

  • Commented on November 11, 2016 at 10:40 am

    really liked this one.

  • Commented on November 11, 2016 at 5:56 pm

    rip Dave

  • Noor Khan
    Commented on November 11, 2016 at 11:14 pm

    nice bro almost made me piss myself (:

  • Commented on November 12, 2016 at 9:22 am

    I loved this old school ‘don’t go in that creepy house’ tale. You did it extremely well, so I just had to narrate it on my channel:

  • Commented on November 15, 2016 at 7:54 pm

    Nice story and plot! I felt chills and memories from my childhood whenever I was very “adventurous”- one may say. The whole story reflected my feelings towards a house from my childhood too. There was always that one boarded up, stuck up, rich piece of garbage house that always seemed to have something more. It has since been torn down, but from some reflection of this story, I do have to say some things. I think before posting, look over your story if you can. Over the course of reading, I saw plenty of simple punctuation mistakes that could easily be fixed. That’s about it though. Thanks for this awesome story! I’d give it a good 4 stars for the simplicity and old fashioned fun with creepiness that is insured. Have a good day.

  • crepykd
    Commented on November 15, 2016 at 8:32 pm

    OMG! Best creepypasta i jave ever read ( and i have read a LOT =D)

  • Tomek
    Commented on November 16, 2016 at 9:31 am

    Great story. It made me feel emotional sad when Dave was dying, despite being really short. More of this Kind of stuff please

  • Commented on November 17, 2016 at 3:37 pm

    I liked it. This author made a cliche horror tale original. The characters had good personalities and I enjoyed the ending. Well done ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Commented on November 17, 2016 at 10:46 pm

    this was great i truly enjoyed the [twist with the hobo ][/spoiler] it put a good sense on things as if it were real

  • Commented on November 18, 2016 at 7:15 am


  • Commented on November 19, 2016 at 7:09 am

    Wow..this is so Great..
    I love this story…It makes me realize the reason why i love creepypasta so much
    Thank you so much

  • Kyrie
    Commented on November 21, 2016 at 1:26 am

    This story brought back childhood fears of the nocturnal. Aside from a few spelling and grammar errors, It’s a solid story 9/10.

  • livvy
    Commented on November 21, 2016 at 8:11 am

    I loved this! Im reading it at a bus stop all alone at midnight and it really creeped me out! Also, was the last line referencing him being in an insane asylum? Thad be so cool

  • Commented on November 21, 2016 at 2:41 pm

    love this!

  • Commented on November 22, 2016 at 6:34 pm

    I have a house like this on my street, serious. But really great creepypasta. Delicous. 11/10

  • Commented on November 23, 2016 at 1:22 am

    wow, tasty and full of suspense!!

  • Commented on November 23, 2016 at 4:45 pm

    This was awesome! You added a ton of detail which I loved. I’ll be looking out for more by you! RIP Dave

  • Commented on November 24, 2016 at 8:30 pm

    Truly awesome the setting and plot was great loved the way you described the monster mimicking the main character certainly creeped me out ๐Ÿ˜€

  • Commented on November 26, 2016 at 8:05 pm

    this was mega!!what gave me chills was the part where the monster crushed Daves was very “colorful” in a way that i have never experienced before. awesome story!keep up the good work!

  • Anonymous
    Commented on November 30, 2016 at 6:02 pm

    CreepsMcPasta anyone? ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Rugger
    Commented on December 1, 2016 at 9:26 am

    Good story. It might have been fun to explore the house with a slightly odd acting Dave and the next day having Dave apologize for not being able to sneak out of his house to come with you. B ) That might be overdone though. It’s just where my mind took the story as I read.

  • James Ricardo Whittaker
    Commented on December 2, 2016 at 1:09 am

    Hello, my name is James Whittaker and I’m a YouTuber and lover of horror. Was wondering if I could narrate this for my channel?

  • Commented on December 2, 2016 at 4:39 pm

    Nothing like terror to overtake the saddens I have today. Holy crap this was scary, I like it. Poor kid. ๐Ÿ™

  • Commented on December 3, 2016 at 5:20 pm

    And that’s why the smart-ass-bad-ass-wannabe goes down first in every film and story.”I’m totally fine”.Timeskip a minute later:”Please…stop…”

  • Commented on December 13, 2016 at 6:35 pm

    Dave dies and nobody gives a crud.

  • Commented on December 13, 2016 at 9:37 pm

    Very good story. Concise and engaging throughout. Keep up the good work my friend!

  • Commented on December 14, 2016 at 5:57 pm

    Did anyone else realise that the thumps at the begining were probably another victim?

  • Wornout rustyblade
    Commented on December 16, 2016 at 5:41 pm

    Davey absolutely got rekt

  • Commented on December 20, 2016 at 7:09 pm

    Loved the way you executed the ending,I could actually imagine your characters in my head,I could see how Dave was cocky,and how the narrorator was more of a safe,cautious character,and I could feel the bond between these two characters and how worried the narrorator was when Dave fell through the floor this story is amazing,and I see real potential in this author,I hope That people will actually see what I see with this,I give this story a huge props!

  • Random
    Commented on December 21, 2016 at 7:02 pm

    Woah! Your sir are an amazing writer.

  • Commented on December 24, 2016 at 11:04 pm

    This was an amazing story… I really enjoyed it

  • Commented on January 5, 2017 at 1:18 am

    Poor Davey, but the cliche I am a bad*** character dies first. Perhaps the room was locked to keep the thing away…

  • Commented on January 7, 2017 at 7:36 pm

    10 out of 10! WOULD READ AGAIN.

  • Trizzy
    Commented on January 10, 2017 at 1:50 pm

    really good detail and very interesting defenitly want to ready it again

  • Commented on January 10, 2017 at 3:15 pm

    Didnt the cops find it strange that a lot of Daves bones were broken and that his body was slashed. And what about the big non-human footsteps

  • Commented on January 11, 2017 at 7:45 pm

    Such a great story, Best creepy pasta I’ve read

  • Commented on January 15, 2017 at 2:11 am

    Good one , now find a homeless guy to share your delivery with

  • Commented on January 16, 2017 at 5:40 am

    Thank you so much for sharing. Such a spooky story. I narrated it on my youtube channel for the hell of it. It’s my first time, so, I hope you don’t judge me too much

    Thank you again.

  • Commented on January 20, 2017 at 8:47 pm

    That was really good!

  • Commented on January 22, 2017 at 9:06 am

    Few small spelling errors, but it in no way damages the quality of the story. A nice twist on a classic clichรฉ with very genuine characterization. Well written, well paced, and overall a thrilling story. It made my own heart pound a little faster, keep up the great work and I look forward to any more entries of yours c;

    Commented on January 25, 2017 at 3:46 am

    nice one.

  • Commented on January 25, 2017 at 5:55 pm

    Alright.This was the first creepypasta to give me chills. The way the shadows showed Dave’s death was what made me shiver. Props to this story

  • Commented on January 29, 2017 at 3:18 pm

    This was really good, best creature creepypasta I’ve read in a long time. 10/10

  • Commented on February 3, 2017 at 5:52 am

    So Good! Scared the c**p out of me though, because I read this alone at
    11 o clock

  • Commented on February 13, 2017 at 6:09 pm

    This is cool. This is my first creepypasta I read.

  • Commented on February 19, 2017 at 6:13 am

    nice creepy feeling. Turns out to be a bad day for Dave

  • Commented on February 19, 2017 at 10:29 pm

    I really liked your story and I would like to use it in an upcoming video that I’m going to be making for YouTube.

  • Commented on March 1, 2017 at 2:14 am

    This instantly became one of my favorite pasta! It reminded me of an experience i had about twelve years back, (setting wise). Your descriptive style is amazing, I can’t wait to read more!

  • Commented on March 1, 2017 at 6:19 pm

    Great. Almost feels like he’s talking right at you.

  • Commented on March 5, 2017 at 10:01 pm

    Well done!

  • Commented on March 6, 2017 at 9:14 pm

    Really good creepypasta better yet when we dont know what actually the monster is

  • Commented on March 13, 2017 at 7:58 am

    Thank you for your story. It reminded me of what my friends and I would get into as children. I want to let you know that I have read your story out loud on YouTube on my new channel. If anyone is interested, here is the link:

  • Commented on March 14, 2017 at 8:19 pm

    I like this story. It has like the stay away wibe. Nice.And yes, I am late for this story. Well at least it was dark around me that added more effect to the story. Keep making more stories please.

  • Commented on March 14, 2017 at 11:17 pm

    So good it sounded like the monster was slenderman or Jeff the killer

  • Commented on March 18, 2017 at 6:23 pm

    This was so well written. I love it!!!

  • Thomas
    Commented on March 20, 2017 at 11:22 pm

    I have to say there are some really good stories on here. I seem to get more firghtened from reading a scary story then watching a actual scary movie. To all the writers out there contributing to this website keep it up..

  • Commented on March 25, 2017 at 3:47 am

    “Dave looked like he was about to shit a brick.”

    I have never laughed so fucking hard. Great story.

  • Commented on March 29, 2017 at 9:47 pm

    This is AMAZING. Well written. New spin on a classic tale. For future reference, keep me in mind for your editing needs! Email stories to and I can edit grammatical errors. I just want to use my degree for something good. Email for inquiries!

  • Xfgz
    Commented on April 18, 2017 at 1:05 am

    The mysterious monster was truly great, the twist at the end though was better, Foodโ€™s here anyway, I just heard a knock at the door.

  • That one guy
    Commented on May 18, 2017 at 10:41 am

    Just that moment when you walk in on your parents fighting XD

  • Commented on June 1, 2017 at 4:46 am

    This was the most amazing story ever! Best one I have read so far! Creepy factor on a scale on 1-10…. The answer is a freaking 100. I absolutely loved it.

  • Commented on June 1, 2017 at 10:17 pm

    The effort on making this pasta is appealing

  • Stan
    Commented on June 21, 2017 at 10:12 pm

    Man this is awesome… Big RESPECT.

  • Pug
    Commented on March 8, 2018 at 6:57 pm

    Knock knock
    Whose there
    The monster
    The monster what?
    The monster with your food

  • Commented on October 22, 2018 at 6:23 pm

    WOW I just WOW amazing story gave me chills

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