PokeNews (2013-04-13 06:02:22)

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Have you ever heard of the "it"? If you haven't, you're one of the lucky ones. The It lives all around you; in the corner of your eye, at the top of the stairs, in the darkness of your closet. The it is always there. I have had a personal experience with the it It was about maybe a year and a half ago.
I was home alone; my parents had gone out to dinner, since it was their anniversary. Now, it was becoming dark, very dark. I began reading scary stories, because I loved to read them. At about 10 o' clock, I began to feel tired. I decided it was time to call it a night and go to bed. I brushed my teeth, put on my pajamas, and crawled under the covers. I began to drift off, when I heard a crash. I thought it was just mom and dad, and that they might have just tripped over something in the dark. Boy, was I wrong.

I began to hear small thumps on the stairs. They grew louder and louder. I heard them stop at my door. I thought my parents were just coming to check on me, so I closed my eyes and ignored it. Just as I began to drift back to sleep, I heard the door creak open, as if someone were coming in to check on me. Suddenly, the door slammed shut, causing my eyes to fly open. I looked around the room, but saw nothing unusual.

I closed my eyes again, but couldn't fall back to sleep. My mind was racing, thoughts running through my head; Who slammed the door? Is it really my parents who are home? If they are, why did they slam the door? If they aren't, then whose here? I heard my closet door open, and shot up in bed, looking towards my closet. I stood up and slowly made my way towards the closet. Opening the door, I looked around inside the closet. Nothing? I turned around and came face to face with two beady, glowing eyes, no nose, and a twisted smile.

The It tilted its head, as if confused, and looked right at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, as the It lifted a sharp finger, resembling the blade of a knife, up to my neck. The It looked at me with that sickening smile and ran the blade down the side of my neck to the collar of my night gown. The It whispered something in my ear, his voice sounding raspy, as if someone were losing their voice. The words the It whispered were "I will always be here. You will forever be in pain. One by one, I will kill all of your friends and family, until you have nothing left. At that point, I will kill you, a slow, and painful death"

The next day, I got a phone call from my uncle saying that my least favorite aunt died. Ever since then, family and friends have been dying from the people I loved the least to the most. Who knows, you may be the next victim.

This post has been edited one or more times, the last time was:
2013-04-13 13:03:58

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kblackeagle (2013-04-13 09:27:53)

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The It looks like a dog. Boy am I wrong.

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Jordyn (2013-04-13 10:46:30)

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Thumbs up for the doctor who sig -b
Nice story

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