Snakeman creepypasta

This mosquito is going to get it, thought Kandice. It would fly past her head every few seconds, keeping her awake all night. After a while it would land on her arm, keen on getting a quick sip of blood. She’d scare it off by smacking herself on the arm, missing it by an inch. Kandice pulled the blanket over her head, irritated and exhausted. After a while, it became too stuffy under the blankets and she began to sweat. She peeked her head up from under the blankets, just so she could gaze around the room, eager to spot the insect. She scanned the walls and windows, up and down, nothing. Kandice closed her eyes. Good riddance, she thought as she dozed off. She must have slept about two hours because it was twelve o’clock when the mosquito showed back up again. The mosquito buzzed past her ear, then flew back around to perch on her forehead and have a drink. Kandice didn’t flinch, she wanted it to think she was still sleeping. The perfect trap. She imagined the flow of her crimson blood flooding the mosquito’s sucker. The thought made her sick. She raised her hand from under the blanket, ever so slightly. The last thing the mosquito saw was Kandice’s pale forehead. Kandice got out of bed to wipe her forehead with a tissue. Damned thing got what it deserved, Kandice laughed. Kandice sat on her bed and looked up at the clock on the wall. Twelve o’ five, it read. Kandice didn’t feel all that tired anymore, in fact, she was a bit hungry. She opened the door to her room with caution. When it creaked she winced, she wouldn’t want to wake her younger sister or her father. Kandice tip toed through the dark living room and into the kitchen. The whole house was terrifying without any light. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, any thief would hear it beating if they were hiding in the darkness. Kandice hurriedly slid her hand across the wall, feeling for the light switch. When she couldn’t find it she began to panic. She imagined a dark figure creeping up behind her in the darkness. When her hand struck against the switch, she flicked it up but nothing happened. She flicked it up and down several times, knowing that her greatest fear was a reality. The bulb had blown out. By this time she imagined that the dark figure behind her was close enough to grab her. Kandice’s heart was about to burst from her chest. She ran across the kitchen to the refrigerator and with all her strength pulled it open, bathing the room in white light. She looked around the kitchen and there was no one there, she was alone. Her heart continued to pound and she knew when she closed the refrigerator door, the darkness would return and the figure would reappear. Kandice stood in front of the open refrigerator door for a while, too afraid to move. She wasn’t hungry anymore, she was just eager to get back to the safety of her room. She was about to make a run for the hallway where her room was when she heard the sound of something shuffling on the carpet in living room. At first, it was faint, but then it got louder as something approached from the darkness. She could make out the sharp outline of a short person with no arms or legs at the edge of the light. That was the last thing she saw before she fainted right in the middle of the poorly lit kitchen. When Kandice awoke, she was in her own bed and was drenched in sweat. Had it all been a bad dream? She contemplated for a while. Her room was just as she had left it when she went for a midnight snack. She looked up at the clock on the wall. Twelve forty-five. If it wasn’t a dream, how did I get back in here? What was that thing in the kitchen? Maybe it was just Macy in her onesie. Most likely papa brought me back in here anyway. There is nothing to worry about. There was a crack in the door. Kandice got out of bed with reluctance. She slowly made her way across the room to close it. The sliver of darkness from the outside hallway frightened her. She was struck with the childish fear of someone watching her from the darkness. In a swift motion, she tried to pull the door closed but there was something blocking it. Kandice took note of a bony, white foot in the crack between the door and the door frame. Kandice jumped in fear, running to the back of her room. Her back was against the wall that faced the doorway. Through the crack in the door, Kandice could see what looked like the face of a man she didn’t know. He had a wry, toothy smile and was very pale. Deathly pale. His hair was dark and cut short, like the hair of a dead person prepared for a funeral. His smile was all wrong. It went from ear to ear, but it wasn’t cut that way, it seemed almost as if it was naturally like that. He was hideous. She could not see his eyes, it was too dark. She was too afraid to scream or call out for her father, so she just stood there staring at the strange man. What happened next was the most frightening. The smiling man began to hiss, like a snake, making the sound of escaping steam. Kandice was scared out her mind, she began to weep. The door creaked open and the man stood there, slightly to the left of the doorway. He was completely naked and had blood all over him. She almost died of fear when she realized what was really wrong with his face. At first, she thought it was too dark to see his eyes, but then she saw that he didn’t have eyes, only black gaping eyeholes. She could see dark clotted blood caked around his entrancing eyeholes. She opened her mouth wide to release a scream but nothing came out. This time he began to laugh, his long forked tongue flopping out of his mouth. It was more of a hiss than a laugh. He took a soundless step towards Kandice, and then another. At this moment Kandice was sure this was the end for her. “No!” she cried out. Somehow she found her voice and this seemed to surprise the man because she stopped in his tracks. Past the man, Kandice could see a light turn on in the hallway. “Kandice! Baby what’s wrong?” her Dad appeared in the doorway. She saw the color leave his face. “You get away from my daughter you goddamn pervert. You hear me!” his fists clenched. The naked man turned towards her father so that his back was to her. Now Kandice was hit by the smell of rot. She began to gag. The naked man’s back was gashed wide open. The white bone of his spine was clear to see in the middle of the crimson mess. “You hear me!” her father repeated. There were two sudden snaps, like wood being broken, or bone. Kandice couldn’t exactly see what happened next, but it left fear in the eyes of her father. A kind of fear that let Kandice know she wasn’t safe, not even with her father there, who she had once thought to be fearless. The rotting man’s lower jaw appeared to be broken and was hanging down to his chest. He then released a deep moan that would strike fear in the heart of any man. It echoed throughout the house. The man slumped to the ground as if his body had no bones. She screamed louder than she had before at the sight. Her father pressed himself against the wall, afraid of what would happen next. The bloody man lay there on her floor, motionless. He was dead. Kandice and her father exchanged terrified glances.

“Daddy?” cried Kandice’s sister from her room. “Stay put honey. You hear!” He walked with pace to get the home phone, so he could call for help. At that time, Kandice was alone in the room with a dead man and a horrid stench. Somehow she found herself slowly moving closer to the man, afraid yet curious. She stood over the toppled man, the stench overwhelming. The man’s body was twisted and unnatural like he had no internal structures. A human worm, or a snake. Kandice could hear her father in the other room, yelling into the phone as if he was still in danger. Kandice nudged the lifeless body with her toe once or twice. His flesh was cold and stiff. All at once, the hissing sound returned. Kandice jumped in fear once again and retreated to the back of the room to watch the man from a distance. The man arched his back unnaturally, then began flailing and twisting as if he were a grass snake on its back. Kandice wouldn’t be able to explain to her father how the man slithered out of her room like a snake, no matter how many times he pleaded. It was just so impossible, it couldn’t have been real. When the police arrived, she wasn’t able to explain it to them either. Her father kept telling her that she was in shock and must have hallucinated, but what Kandice had seen was definitely real. There was no bodily residue or smell left on the carpet where the man had been. The officers searched the house up and down, but the man was nowhere in the house. There was nothing stolen, everything was where it had been. Later they found an open window in the basement, where the man must have crawled or slithered in. The officers advised Kandice’s father to always secure all the windows and doors at night. Her father must have been truly afraid because he insisted that the officers stayed until dawn. After the officers left, Kandice and her father and sister sat on the sofa in the fully lit living room. Her father hugged them both tightly, and Kandice swore she saw tears in his eyes. Maybe of relief, or just of pure terror. The week following the incident was the worst. Local news networks had heard about the “Snakeman Incident”, and were keen to get interviews with Kandice and her family. Her father would chase them away, ranting and raving. He was the most distraught after what had happened, and never wanted to speak of it. The event had changed him. He kept all the lights on throughout the house, and would call over his good friend to help him lockup every night. He was even afraid to go into the basement alone. He thought about getting a gun, then maybe he would feel safe again.
After a few months, the incident was free of their minds and life was more or less normal. People would still tease Kandice at school. They’d pull back the corners of their mouths and hiss at her. It would always bring back horrible memories of that night. His wry, toothy smile from ear to ear. That hideous face would haunt Kandice for the rest of her life. Her best friend, Ryan, told her a story about a young boy down in Louisiana who had fallen into a snake pit in the bayou. They ate him up good, and even burrowed into his eye sockets. They only found him a week later, and when they did, he his back had rotted away and his spine was visible. Kandice wasn’t sure how true the story actually was. Ryan did tell his fair share of lies after all. “Next time you see “Snakeman”, ask him if it was him who had fallen into that snake pit all those years back” Ryan would tease. Kandice wondered if the “Snakeman” would return one night. This thought scared her. Some nights she swore she could hear something slithering around in the living room or faint hissing coming from somewhere in the house. The whole town was shocked when Kandice’s sister, Macy, went missing one winter. The police were all over it, but she was nowhere to be found. Kandice’s father would spend long nights looking for Macy. He was restless and depressed. After three or four years, the case was discontinued, which tugged Kandice’s heart strings. Her family was never the same after Macy’s disappearance. She was only eight years old. Kandice’s father turned to hard liquor to drown his sorrows. He’d stay up long nights weeping. One night she waited outside his door listening to him curse and wail. He’d already lost mom, and now he had lost Macy. It must be so hard for him, Kandice thought as she tip toed back to her room. She hadn’t noticed the pale, smiling man hiding under her bed when she closed the door and switched off the lights. She entered her bed and was about to go to sleep when she heard a familiar buzzing noise. This mosquito is going to get it, thought Kandice.

Submitted August 08, 2017 at 02:55AM by Arkvalley6 http://ift.tt/2vyguar creepypasta