And Then It Smiled nosleep

I was fourteen maybe fifteen when it happened.

My mother really loved to plan. Every long weekend, spring break or otherwise she would always have a travel itinerary completed, flights and hotels booked and bags packed without even knowing it was happening.

So with that having been said it was announced to us two days before the start of spring break that we would be spending the week at a lake house just outside of Portland. Now I regularly prowl nosleep and pages like the creepypasta wiki but I never really thought to brush up on the local folklore. I wish more than anything that I had.

This house was nice and I mean nice. Hell, It was like a mansion, 3 bedrooms two baths, modern architecture and we got to live the dream for an entire week. We arrived in the middle of the night on a monday. As we pulled up to the house in our rented Kia Sorento the automatic floodlights switched on, as they did though some strange animal scurried away from the side of the house but we didn’t really get a good enough look to identify it so we just didn’t really pay any mind. We should’ve. We should’ve turned and ran when we could.

The next three days were quiet. We would leave in the morning to go and do whatever new and exciting thing there was to do and come back at night, when it was dark of course. And darkness means automatic floodlights. And, as you may have guessed, Automatic floodlights means still unidentifiable animal fleeing into the darkness. I began to notice things at night, scratching the appeared to come from the windowsill, faint thuds on the roof and that ever famous something-is-watching-me feeling.

The next morning I decided to casually slip these occurrences into the daily breakfast conversation with my parents expecting the whole you’re just imagining things deal as I possessed a wildly overactive imagination as a child. Much to my surprise they reported exactly the same thing. The tension became palpable after this point until my father said “It must just be a raccoon or something” accompanied by obvious nervous laughter. We all wanted to think it was a raccoon but to this day I believe that somewhere deep down, we all knew something we wish we didn’t.

That night, “it” happened. The “it” that changed my entire life going forward from that moment. It was around 7:30 at night and my family and myself were sitting out on the porch. The porch was raised about five feet off the ground with the only way onto it from the kitchen door of the house. It was about say one hundred yards from the edge of the lake and equipped with a switch that turns on floodlights that illuminate the entire yard. Anyway we were all sitting on the porch recounting what our favorite parts of the trip were as the next day we were planning on preparing for our journey back to the east coast. About an hour later when the sun had just set my parents announced that they were going inside to get bugspray and beer leaving me alone with my thoughts. They had been gone for about five minutes by my estimate when I noticed it, The inhumanly tall shadowy figure that was not three feet away from the railing. I felt fear begin to wrap its cold tendrils around my heart as my finger began to move towards the switch for the floodlights. click My heart dropped completely out of my body. I was almost face to face with it, a pale humanoid it must have been eight feet tall at least with skin so transparent that I could see it’s hear beating in its chest circulating black blood around its long spindly limbs. The creature inched closer and put its six fingered hand on the railing. And then it smiled. The most haunting inhuman smile your mind can think of. Every instinct I had told me to run, lock every door and get the fuck out of there, but all I could do was stare into its beady yellow eyes. My trance was broken by the sound of bottles falling to the floor behind me and my mother shrieking and yelling for my father. The creature calmly turned its head to stare at her for a few seconds and then loped off into the darkness on all fours.

My limbs began to unlock as my hysterical mother kept screaming and my father arrived to console her. That night we all slept together in the living room while my father remained awake and vigilant, still not quite believing us. At about one or two AM, I can’t remember which, I awoke to my that familiar scratching noise in the kitchen, I looked over at my now dead asleep dad and stupidly decided to investigate myself. As I rounded the corner the room was empty, relieved I groggily walked over to the refrigerator because I was already there so I might as well get some water. I should’ve noticed it, I should've noticed the window, the open kitchen window letting the pitch darkness creep in. I should’ve noticed it. The creature crouching behind the kitchen island. I pressed the glass into the water dispenser and held it for a few seconds before I noticed my hair standing on end and the ungodly stench of death and disease. I set down the glass and noticed the knife block on the counter. Before I could do anything I felt gnarled fingers run through my hair and work their way down towards my face. They retracted. I turned. It was right. fucking. there. crouching in front of me at eye level. I noticed its bloody peeling lips, Its skin covered with pustules and sores and its breath that smelled of rotting flesh. And then it smiled. We stood, locked in each others gaze as fear shot down my spine. I wanted to yell and scream but I had no idea what it would do to me, it’s gaze was almost... loving. Fear turned to anger as I remembered the knives. I slowly and deliberately wrapped my hand around the handle of the largest one and in a fluid motion I slashed the creatures face diagonally from forehead to chin. It stumbled backwards falling into a heap onto the floor clutching its face and shrieking. I almost tripped over the writhing creature as I ran back into the living room to my now awake parents. My dad bumped into my as he took the knife from me and we both sprinted to the kitchen where the creature was now standing, still smiling looking straight at me. Until it noticed my dad, It hissed and showed hundreds of yellow, razor sharp teeth before scrambling over the counter and back into the shadows.

We left immediately, we would sleep in the car if we had to. The last thing I remember is my dad peeling out of the driveway in reverse and looking back at the house and seeing it there peeking out from behind the side of the house, blood flowing down its face. and smiling.

It took three years for it to find me again. I was 17 lying in bed when I heard the scratching noise that haunted my dreams. Its nothing I thought as I looked towards the window to see pale gnarled fingers grab the sill and the smiling face hoist itself into view. Strangely that was the last time I ever saw it but I can still feel it, watching me, loving me. Im now 20 years old attending university in Germany. Its only a matter of time before it finds me again but i’m tired of running. Whatever happens to me, this is my story for all those who won’t think i’m crazy.

Submitted May 24, 2015 at 02:08AM by PotentialAmberAlert http://ift.tt/1Eq2rMC nosleep