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Saturday, 26 September 2009
06:30:14 PM (GMT)
Footsteps aren’t an uncommon thing to hear when you’re sitting in a
basement, so I think nothing of it when I hear quiet thuds coming from my upstairs
hallway. I just assume it’s my brother, and continue doing whatever pointless
little thing I was doing at the time. They go on for another couple minutes, and
I’m starting to get pissed off. They keep getting louder and louder and I sigh,
wondering what the hell my brother’s doing this late at night. I sit there, because
it’s impossible to focus with the racket. I mean, it sounds like someone’s power
walking all over my main floor.

I sit there and listen as the thumps get faster and wilder. They just keep moving,
almost starting to form a rhythm. They move even faster and get even wilder and
they’re thumping all over my main floor. I realize that whatever this is, it
can’t be human. No human can move like that.

“What the fuck?!” I finally yell. After that, all the noises stop. Everything is
quiet for a moment, and then I hear calm, slow footsteps moving to my basement door.
The door is pushed open, and the footsteps stop again. I listen to my breathing for
the next three minutes, then sigh, thinking it’s over. Turns out something else was
listening, too. Suddenly I hear it thudding down the stairs, and I knock my chair
over in my haste to stand up. I start to run towards the nearest closet, just in time
to see a grotesque, hairless, four-legged creature, dancing towards me, tapping
it’s swollen feet in an intoxicating rhythm. I dive into the closet and slam the
door shut. There’s a half-second pause and then I hear that same rhythm on the
door.

It just keeps going and going with no pause, no rests, no relief. He’s been at it
for hours now, and I find myself tapping my fingers along with his song. But then,
just as suddenly as it began, it ends. I wait for a few moments, then look out.
He’s gone. I flip on a light and fall into a chair. It’s safe. I relax and think
for a few moments. But then I notice my foot tapping. Maybe this song isn’t so bad,
I almost like it enough to dance to it. So I drop down on my hands and feet, and I
start.


;w; dancedancedance

i like creepypasa a lot

Comments 
NikkiDee says:   26 September 2009   769912  
damn you got me hooked on creepy pasta tooo.
 
‹WHITENOISE› says :   26 September 2009   216154  
/o/ write pasta with me.
 
 
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