Don’t Look

It’s always been there. The thing you’ve seen out of the corner of your eye. The thing that watches you when you’re alone. The question is, is it real? You’ll never know. Not until it kills you.

Some people you see jump at every little thing aren’t paranoid for the reasons they say or you think. If they told you what they were REALLY afraid of, you’d call them insane. Because it’s that… thing, that’s really terrifying them. You don’t see it and it doesn’t see you, that’s the way it works. But once you turn your head to see what you thought you saw you’re dead, you just don’t know it yet. You’ll never know it.

Berwick PA, 2008

Friday, 11:42 p.m.

Another night alone, great. Parents are out, and friends are busy. It seems that for the past week I’ve been more alone than with people. In my case, this is bad. When I’m alone I get a sense of helplessness. I begin to think of odd things with no one to talk to. How many ways can you die? What’s out there, in the rest of the universe? But that’s besides the point. Three nights this week I’ve eaten alone and fallen asleep watching t.v. Let’s make it four.

Saturday, 8:26 p.m.

My day? Boring. I’ve  been reading a lot of supernatural type books lately, which makes my nights alone even more of a living hell. Although it is intriguing to read about what could possibly exist. Maybe we just can’t see it.

Sunday, 12:37 a.m.

I was watching t.v. as usual when i heard a loud noise upstairs. Being the paranoid nutcase I am, I had no intention of going to see what it was. About a half hour later, it sounded like someone was walking behind me. I was going to turn around but out of the corner of my right eye I thought i saw someone, or, something. I get up to go to bed. That’s enough t.v. for now.

4:19 a.m.

I wake up, feeling… observed. There’s a dark figure in the corner to the left of me. I stare at it. It opens its eyes, they’re orange… firey almost. Just like that it’s gone. I go back to sleep.

9:28 p.m.

I can’t  stop thinking about what i saw. I’ve felt worse than ever. I can’t even go to the bathroom without feeling like it’s watching me. I don’t care what it was, I just never want to see it again.

Monday, 2:39 a.m.

I wake once again. Before I open my eyes i feel warmth… breath. I open them. I see the firey eyes staring back at me. Only they are surrounded by burnt, scarred flesh. It has a sinister smile. I can’t even move. It whispers something, “Noli respicere.” Then it crawls backwards right off the bed. I get up and slam the lights on. It’s gone, impossible but it is. I get back into bed, fearing sleep.

10:09 p.m.

I had a nightmare about what i saw. It can’t be real, just… can’t! It didn’t appear very much, but when it did it got… cold. I was in some kind of building, poorly lit at that. It seemed a maze of thick concrete, no hope of getting out. There were bodies, chained to walls with the organs removed… on the floor. I can’t bear the sight. Some were even alive, hardly. The ones that had the strength were breathing heavily. Upon looking for an exit I saw it a few times, just turning the corner as I did. It seemed to have no limit to how it could move, bend it’s limbs. What the hell is this thing?

Wednesday, 11:30 p.m.

I saw it yesterday. It disappears as soon as I turn my head. I didn’t sleep at all last night and don’t think I will tonight. I don’t even want to move from my bed, but I’m starving. As I’m making something to eat I feel that… cold presence, Right behind me. “You’re next.” I turn around but nothing is there. I’m definetly not sleeping tonight.

Thursday, 8:25 p.m.

My wrists are sore, and cold. I can’t move. Where am I? No way I fell asleep! I couldn’t have. I hear faint laughter, but I can’t open my eyes. I hear someone running, down a hallway nearby.

Screaming. He’s been at it for eight minutes. Suddenly it stops… choking, then, nothing. I hear something above me. I fall to the ground, it’s wet. I stand up, unaware of literally anything. It’s cold again. “Noli respicere.” What does that mean?!

11:50 p.m.

I’ve been walking forever. Feeling the walls for a door with no luck. My hands are wet and sticky. I think someone’s following me. I start to run. I slam into walls trying to get away. I just want to get out. Something behind me is running as well. It smashes into my back. The pain is unbearable. I’m being held, no way to escape. It begins. I can open my eyes. That, thing, is holding me. All around are blood stained walls. It… has sickeningly sharp claws. It starts to dig into my flesh and the screaming begins. I don’t want to scream but I feel forced to. It’s slowly ripping at me like nothing.

Friday, 12:00 a.m.

As I take my last breaths I hear something.
“Noli respicere.”
I lay there as everything fades, and I repeat.
“Noli respicere.”                                                “Don’t Look.”


  • TanzDerProblems

    Very nice! Shadow people in your perifiall vision are out there, you are not alone! 4/5

  • Thecreepiestpasta

    I like how you told the story! Currently my favorite creepypasta!

    • SomeKindOfMonster

      Thanks. This is the first creepypasta I’ve written and honestly thought no one would like it.

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