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Tuesday, 19 July 2011
04:36:29 PM (GMT)
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I live in an old house. My room is the oldest room in the house; the other rooms were
later additions to the house. The previous family was evicted, and the house was
vacant for a long time. 

When we first moved in, no one could open my closet door. And no one knew why it
wouldn't open. I had a dresser and an armoire, so I didn't worry about it too
much. 

Then, on my third night at the new house, I awoke suddenly at about three o'clock in
the morning. I couldn't figure out why. I switched my bedside lamp on, and I saw that
my closet door was open a little.

I had the feeling that some one was watching me. 

I was so scared I started to cry. I couldn't move at first. Then, I slowly layed back
and closed my eyes. I told myself this was just a dream, and I tried to sleep.

Something wet and hot slid over my cheek.

I screamed, my eyelids fluttering in the dark. From the dim light of my lamp, I saw a
man standing over me. He looked surprised. Then, he calmly bent over and licked
another tear from my cheek.

I stifled another scream and started to hyperventilate. When the man saw how scared I
was, he looked scared too. He backed away and went into my closet, shutting the door.
I ran to my little sister's room and slept in her bed.

The next night, I was convinced it was all a dream. The closet door still couldn't be
opened. 

I was determined to sleep in my own room that night. So I got into bed and slept till
about two in the morning, when a sound woke me up. I broke into a cold sweat as I
heard the creek of my closet door opening. I saw a hand emerge, the fingers wrapping
around the door.

I sat up in bed. This is a dream, I thought, nothing to be afraid of. So, I boldly
stood up, and I said, "You get the FUCK back in that closet right NOW!!!" and the
hand disappeared and the door closed faster than I could blink. 

The next day, I was curious. Once again, I tried everything to open the closet door.
But I just couldn't get in.

Then, I had another thought. I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Nothing... Then, a muffled noise from inside. It might have been nothing. But, sure
enough, the door knob began to turn, and the door was tentatively opened. 

I swallowed, and stepped forward. Inside, the closet walls were painted sky blue with
white clouds. The closet was L shaped, and to my right there was a corner. I flicked
on the light. Something on the floor caught my eye; a butcher knife. Weird, I
thought. I picked it up and went around the corner.

I saw the man, sitting on a small, bare kiddie matress. He had black hair, cut jagged
and razored, and snake bite piercings. His arms were covered in tattoos. His
attractiveness startled me. I stepped back and almost dropped the knife.

He looked scared. He was morbidly skinny, sitting with his legs pulled up to his
chest. 

'H-hello..', I stammered. 

He just looked at me.

I held out the knife. 'Is this... Yours?' He nodded, hesitantly. 
I set the knife on the floor, and ran out of the closet.

I went downstairs and tried to think what I should do. I opened the fridge, and got
an apple, a piece of cheese, and some pepperoni. Then I went back upstairs.

When I opened my door, he was sitting on my bed. I jumped, startled. He blinked his
big eyes at me as if to say, 'please don't be scared!'

I handed him the food. He stared at it for a while. Then he sat in front of the
closet door and ate. I saw tears in his eyes.

*********************

He has lived in my closet ever since then.
I don't know his name. He never talks.
I bring him food sometimes, or give him a book or a toy.
He seems happy to get attention, but he is afraid if I look afraid.
I sense that he is very lonely.
Sometimes, when he thinks I am asleep, I catch him smelling my hair.
I yell at him when he does creepy things like that.
Often, I hear him crying from inside the closet. 

Comments 
AndrewCameron says:   19 July 2011   408138  
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA XD
this made my fucking day.
you have no idea.
me+you+the closet guy= NEW BEST FRIENDS.
 
‹Nicole Dennisse› says:   19 July 2011   998172  
I love it
 
Yandere_lolli56 says:   19 July 2011   359057  
My sister used to tell me there was a serial killer in my closet (I
was a really stupid kid, seeing as my closet is the always open type)
and instead of being afraid, I set out to become his best friend
*sweatdrop* my parents thought I was crazy
 
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says:   19 July 2011   539560  
@AndrewCameron 
Haha. Yeah, sure.

@Nikkolee 
Thanks. I... do too.

@Yandere_lolli56 
Ohmigosh, that's what I would do!!! :D 
 
‹IcePath› says:   19 July 2011   820489  


CLOSET GUY YOU SAY?
 
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says :   19 July 2011   413242  
@xComic_kittenx 
Hahahaha xD 
 
 
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