Creepy Pasta

S.L Ender

S.L Ender

I'm 19 year old Sarah.

This is my story.

I was home alone. I took a last glance as the headlights of my parents car left the drive .

I looked out the window again, and a tall man in a black suit was in my drive.

I looked closer.

He had no face.

I blinked, and the entity moved closer.

I turned around, and he was in my house.

Could he teleport? I thought to myself.

Scared as hell, I ran up to the attic.

I turned on the radio.

I only heard static.

I turned on the television.

I only saw static.

I looked at my phone.

Yet again, only static.

I turned around.

He was in the attic.

I ran out of the house and got in my faithful 1994 Ford Crown Victoria.

I drove off, into the night.

As I was driving, I saw a tall man in a black suit walk in front of my car.

I skidded to avoid him, and my car flipped.

I woke up hanging off a tree.

As I died, the world fell into blackness.

As I died, I heard him laugh.

I am a ghost now, and I live in my grave. The graves next to mine read: Arthur Hiscox: Died 1994 and the other one reads Simon Luther Ender (S.L Ender): Died 2012.