CREEPYPASTA

They All Fell Down

Morning 1: I woke up in the basement to find the windows cracked, bottles broken and a couple of pillows ripped to pieces. Henry comes down to the basement and says to me he saw me walk up to the fridge and devour all of the food like a rabid creature.

Morning 2: I woke up to find my bed in ruins, wooden boxes holding mementos and old, thrown away objects from the past thrown all over the basement with the boxes ripped open.

Morning 3: I woke up to see cuts all over my left arm, a tooth chipped and the TV turned on, its grey and fuzzy, illuminating the dimly lit basement. I walk upstairs to find the windows in each room cracked, the bathroom mirror cracked and the bath full of water. Sarah tells me that I walked out of the front door and then went around the house twice before collapsing on the front lawn.

Morning 4: My right ear is bleeding, my right hand, thumb, middle finger and pinky all broken and a long but not deep cut along my chest. Henry comes in and says that I went into his room and started ripping off the heads of all the toys in his room. He isn't happy with me so I apologise and avoid him for the entire morning. I get up and go to the lounge-room, and see Jess huddled up against the sofa crying. She says that I almost strangled her to death.

Morning 5: I remember my dream, I walked through a house almost identical to the one I lived in and saw Jess sitting by the fireplace. She plays with the fire before getting up and opening a flask. I reach out for her yet she simply smiles at me before pouring the contents of the flask all over her body. The liquid looks almost like...oil.

She starts crying before lighting a match on the fire burning in the fireplace and throws it into her mouth. Her entire body ignites and I see her simply standing there, slowly burning and bleeding to death. She tilts her head as the lounge slowly catches fire. I slowly back away from the flames beginning to spread everywhere but find my back against a brick wall. Jess tilts her head some more, black and burning, saying "daddy I'm burning" over and over again like a chorus.

I wake up and run straight upstairs into Jess's bedroom and see Sarah and Henry panicking. Sarah starts calling 911 and Henry crumples onto the floor and starts crying. I push through them to see my 15 year old daughter's right side of the body burned severely, the right side of her face also burned. I hear her scream like the constant screams I here in my dreams, playing on constant replay, the song of insanity.

Morning 6: Jess is in hospital, we were asked to go back home and head back over there in the morning. I wake up and see written in blood all over the walls "I know what you did to me." I look at myself and see more cuts along my stomach area and my chest area along with my left leg. I'm covered in dried up blood and crying out in sharp pain.

I slowly make my way upstairs where Henry says he saw me in the swimming pool, he saw me turn up the thermometer to 60 degrees Celsius, and he says he saw steam rising from the pool. Yet there were no burns on my body, so if I went in there why didn't I burn?

Henry, Sarah and I headed back to the hospital where the doctor in charge of Jess was trembling. He made us walk into her room where I saw the entire left side of her body covered in burns. She was a ruined mess, the quilt covered in red and he eyes slowly looking up at me, her lips turning into a smile before I here a slight chuckle.

Morning 7: Sarah raced down the basement stairs and told me to get up and get some clothes on. She says that something miraculous has happened to Jess at the hospital so I quickly put on some clothes and drive down to the hospital. I see Jess in her room sitting on a chair by the window, smiling at all of us, her body completely healed as if nothing had ever happened.

Sarah tells me at home after we were told we could bring Jess back that she is going to lock me up in the basement for the greater good. She says that each morning she will unlock the door for me to leave but is afraid of me at night now.

Morning 8: I wake up to the screams of my son Henry and my wife beginning to cry above me. I quickly get up and start knocking at the door, begging Sarah to open it which she quickly does so only to see me covered in blood and a knife in my hand. She sees the basement completely ruined, the TV still on that grey, fuzzy screen and windows shattered.

I push past her and drop the knife that I didn't know I had in my possession until Sarah's reaction and race up to Henry's room. I see his bedroom full of claw marks along the walls and my son, naked with his his back red raw with over fifteen deep cuts all over it.

Morning 9: I wake up to find myself on the grass, breathing in the cold morning air and smelling the scent of blood and bone wafting past me. I scramble up on my feet and walk into the house to see all the windows broken and the front porch splintered. I see Sarah backing away from me, she has a black eye and bruises all along her body.

I try to get near her but she screams at me and tells me to get out of the house. I gaze past her as she screams at me and see Jess, naked and bloody. But the most unusual thing besides that was the fact that in the cracked mirror I didn't see her reflection.

After a certain time passes Sarah chains me up to my bed, boarders up the broken Basement windows and chains the basement door as well before locking me up in the basement to sleep.

Morning 10: I open my eyes and see myself in chains still, nothing happened to the basement or to me over the course of the night. I wonder if Sarah's plan had actually worked. I look all over the room until I see Sarah over by the fuzzy TV staring at me with wide open eyes.

I look at her arms and see them all covered in cuts before seeing a hammer in her left hand. She slowly walks over to me, smiling while she does it. "Honey what are you doing?" I asked her.

She simply smiled down at me and replied "I'm going break you sweetheart." I started to panic, wiggling as strongly and as quickly as I could but to no avail.

"Don't worry honey, it will all be over soon" she said to me.

"What the fuck are you doing Sarah? This isn't you, you're in a trance, you're not yourself. Just wake up!" I shouted at her.

She kneeled down beside me and whispered in my ear "Sarah's dead honey, I ate her just like I ate your daughter."

She smiled at me before she pulled out some nails from her pocket. I knew exactly what she was about to do next. She put the first one on my two feet which were chained together and started to scream in pain as she slammed the hammer down making the nail stab straight into my feet.

She then started hammering the nails into my left and right hand before dropping the hammer and slowly unlocking the chains on me. Sarah took the chains off my body before leaving the basement. As she locked the door all I heard was her laugh, her insanely twisted laugh.

That's the end of my journal for there was nothing after that except the next events.

That night I heard loud bangs and crashes coming from upstairs before hearing Sarah screaming and Henry once again crying. I had to do something, whatever these nightmares I've been having, whatever paranormal entity has been unleashed I had to do something.

I started pushing my hands upwards as blood oozed out of the nail wounds and skin peeling slowly off the sides of the nails. After five minutes of what seemed like endless pain I managed to pull my hands free from the nails. With my two free but bloody hands I tore out the nail from my feet and started to crawl slowly up the basement stairs.

As I made my way towards the basement door I saw one of my older journals that I used to write in when I was back in Dallas. With nothing left to do since the door was locked I opened up the journal and flipped to the pages about my older nightmares.

And that's when it all unfolded before my very eyes. I drew pictures of all of my nightmares. I drew pictures of the burning of Jess, the scarring of Henry, the beating of Sarah, the destroyed basement, the burning pool and the ruined house. Everything I had written and dreamed about became reality, it had all unfolded before my very eyes.

I flipped over to the next page as I heard more screams and cries above and looked on in sheer horror. I leaned up against ruined walls and started rocking back and forth as I constantly heard the song "Ring Around the Rosy" play over and over again. I didn't want to know the things that would happen next for what happened next would be the end of what I lived for, what I loved.

So I simply cry myself to sleep and let the end of my nightmares unfold around me as I fade into darkness.