October 21, 2013, 7:34 PM
just by looking at the date, no this isn’t going to be a ten page diary of an experience I had of a black figure stalking me through the woods then eventually it’s a bloody whatever that chants “YOU WILL DIE” in my face.
This is a onetime thing.
I was on my computer surfing the internet as usual, looking at Tumblr while listening to my favorite songs when I thought I heard my dog bark. I got up rolling my eyes knowing they were probably barking at a cat in that case I would have to tell them to stop. I opened up the door and close it behind me. I took both of my hands to the side of my new Walking Dead hoodie as I put it up the hood on top of my head. The night was cold, considering it was October. I looked to see both of my dogs tied together by the cables they had to be on. The one cable was hooked to a giant oak tree next to the driveway. The other was on a metal pole in the ground pretty close to that same oak tree.
I tried to examine how they got tangled but I just couldn’t figure it out. The one wire was completely wrapped around the other and the wire that was wrapped around the other wire…it was very confusing. Anyways I attempted to get it untied but I couldn’t so I gave up. I was still bending over looking at it for a final solution when I saw something. There is a tree that splits into 2 at the base, kind of like a V.
There was something in the middle of it.
Not a person…
It stared for a while then disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t make it out so I pushed my hood back down and ran back inside, sat down at my computer, immediately opened Microsoft Word and here I am. Writing this. It was a weird experience and I feel like I can’t shake the feeling of those eyes stare blankly at me. I feel like they still are. Like they’re staring at me from my wind
Hello I’m not sure what happened I came into Kyle’s room when I heard a scream and this word document was opened with the name Upload to CreepypastaWiki. There is no one in the room except me.
Hopefully Kyle is just fooling around with me like he does all the time. I can’t help but get the feeling that I’m being watched.