My Journal (Creepypasta Experiences...📼)

"The Tall Man". . .

Once back in the park, Abby yanked her arm away from me, practically sobbing.

"Why did you do that!?" she yelled. "I wanted to play with the tall stranger!"

"Abby!" I said, panting. "That... thing... is bad! I don't even know what it is! Please don't ever go near it again!"

"You can't make me!" Abby screamed at me.

"I'll tell mom not to let you go," I said. "I'll say there's a creepy man always hanging around the park. She won't let us go anymore."

"Why don't you want to come here anymore?" said Abby.

"I don't want to be around that thing," I replied, and I took her hand, leading her home.

I had told mom about a stranger in the park, leaving out the details of how unnatural he was, but she didn't seem to think anything of it. She said it was probably just someone's father that we didn't know or something. I didn't want to argue. I just had to make sure Abby didn't go to the park myself.

Mom soon changed her mind, however. The next day on the news, there was a report of three missing children. They were all sibling, and Abby and I had just seen them at the park the day before, gazing up at that creature in the forest with the other children. According to the news story, they had gone to the park and had never returned home. Their parents were distraught. There was no sign of struggle though; they seemed to have simply vanished.

After seeing the story, mom seemed to have decided that the stranger I had told her about was probably not to be trusted, and she had forbidden us to go to the park without an adult.

The disappearences didn't stop other kids from going to the park, apparently, for each day, more children were disappearing. Again, there was no evidence as to where they could have gone. We wondered why parents kept letting their kids go, but then I thought, what if they're going without their parents knowing? I had to be careful; I needed to keep a close eye on Abby.

A week went by, and Abby and I were the only children left in the whole town. The police were searching everywhere for all of the missing children, but they hadn't come even close to solving the case. It all felt so unrealistic, like a dream. How could a dozen or so kids go missing without a trace?

Strange things started to happen to Abby as the next week rolled on. She started getting out of bed in the middle of the night and standing next to it, staring blankly at the wall and not moving for hours, and then she'd lay and sleep once more. When I caught her doing this, I told her the next morning, and she said she couldn't remember.

Abby had also stopped eating as much. Mom was getting worried and urged her to eat, but she always said she wasn't hungry. She was also drawing strange pictures obsessively, as if she was being controlled by something unseen. The pictures all had a very messy circle with a scribbled X drawn over it, and they said things like, "SEES ME," and "RUN," and other disturbing phrases and words. Sometimes I would watch her draw these pictures, her eyes glassy, and her hand moving abnormally fast across the paper.

Finally, one night, I heard her get out of bed again. I stood up and went into the hall and saw her leaving her room. This was a first; all the other times she just stood like a statue next to her bed. I tried calling to her, but she didn't respond. I followed her as she left the house and out into the night.

It was cold and slightly windy, and neither of us had shoes on. I walked closely behind her, but it seemed she was unaware that I was even there. I even tapped her on the shoulder, but she completely ignored me. Then I saw that we were headed into the park.

"Abby," I whispered urgently. "We shouldn't be here! Let's go home!" She didn't answer. I tried to grab her arm and pull her back, but for some odd reason, she seemed stronger than me. She continued to walk through the park and into the forest. I didn't want to go in there, but I wasn't going to leave Abby alone.