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Creepypasta - "The Cruncher"

Started by Gamzee
(2013-12-20 02:06:43)

Gamzee (2013-12-20 02:06:43)

The night was cold and still, the wind whistled through the tree's lightly under the luminous moonlight that shined from above. Leaves of Red, Brown and Orange drifted through the breeze as it swept acrossed the earth. A row of houses sat on each side of the long winding road, each illuminated by candles and lights. The sounds of hooting Owls in the distance could be heard along with the deep meows of stray cats. A young girl, by the name of Anne lied on her bet. Her thick red locks spread out acrossed the pillow, She was very beautiful. Her eyes are blue like Sapphires, bringing out her lucious bright red hair that hung down to her lower back. Her pale face was lined with freckles acrossed her nose. She was tall and slender, like a stick. She rolled left then right, trying to make herself comfortable in her deep slumber. In her dream, she found herself walking down a long-seeming to be endless-Road. Tree's lined each side of the road, only the moon light her way. She seemed to have been walking forever, and ever. She could see a house at the end of the path, a dim light hung outside. She became anxious and ran towards the house, Step after step she came closer. She touched the rusty golden door knob when she heard a loud beeping sound in the distance and the calling of her Name followed it.
Anne awoke, Sitting up in her bed to see her mother stanfing over her. "Time to go to school, Anne." she said softly, before she sleepily dragged herself out of Anne's room. Anne turned off her alarm and dressed herself in a thick purple sweater that hid her tiel shirt. The denim jeans she wore were decorated by shiny fake gems making out the shapes of hearts on the sides of her legs stuck out nicely. Slipping on her black Nike's, she felt.. odd. She could feel a soft warm breeze down the back of her neck. It send a cold chill up her spine. She dared not to look behind her. She gulped, then whipped her head around, It was her dog. Phidaux. "Don't scare me like that!" She hisses angirly "Dumb Dog.." Anne then stood up, grabbed her backpack, and walked out of the room.
Arriving at her school, Anne told her friend Janette about her dream. "Lol wow, I wonder what was behind the door." She said Jocosely, Bumping Anne on the shoulder. "It was probably gonna be something stupid." She replies with a sigh "I have to get to class, see ya Janette." Anne waved at her friend as she strides down the somewhat empty hallway towards her first hour classroom. Anne sat, perched in her chair listening to her teacher. Anne felt herself slip away, her head started spinning and she found herself staring into space. Her teacher's words were drowned out by the sound of an eldritch voice chanting a wicked phrase in another language "Tod, Tod mit uns sein(Death Death be with us)..." The voice grew louder, and louder, until the point it was practically shrieking. Anne let out a terrifying screech, The voice she could hear sounded real, not just her imagination. She could feel a heinous breath down her neck, that made the air stagnant. The entire class shot up from doing their work to look at Anne, shocked. Anne was sent home for the day.
Anne's mother was not impressed, She sent Anne to her room without dinner for that night. Anne sat propped up on her pillows watching various comedic shows on her television before the loud gong of her clock startled her. It was 10:00, her bed time. Anne flicked off her bedroom light and turned off her TV before nestling into her covers to fall asleep. She lied there motionless for hours, soon it would be 1:00. Anne tried her best to fall asleep, but nothing seemed to help. Anne stroked her beauteous red locks while staring out her window, the defracted light shining in through the window shone a gleaming palatinate blue color across the dimly light room. Anne finally felt herself drifting softly to sleep.
Anne opened her eyes. She was standing in front of the door. "Well.. I guess I can find out what's behind here after all.." Anne placed her hand on the old rusty door knob and turned it slowly. Pushing the door in, she was hit with a wall of stale air. She coughed and choked but shorty she could breathe and then walked inside. She glanced around in all directions, She couldn't see anything. It was all black. SLAM! The door behind Anne slammed shut. In a panic she rushed to the door and jerked on the knob but it was no use, she was locked in. She heard a familiar voice.. the heinous voice she heard chanting in her daydreams.. Anne shot around to see a small gray creature standing in a now visible doorway. It stood up to about 2 feet in height, Small gray ears stuck out of the top of its head. It wore a deep gray mask over its face that seemed to be sewn onto it. The mask had to eye holes and a mouth hole, all dripping fresh blood. The creature didn't seem to have eyes or a mouth though, just deep empty voids that oozed blood. The creature trudged out of the doorway and cautiously approached Anne. Anne took a step back, and grabbed the nearest thing she could find. A vase. The creature lunged at and but she quickly defended herself and smashed the vase in its face, sending the creature spiraling back into the wall. Anne heard a thick cracking noise as it hit the wall, It looked up at her enraged. Part of the mask it wore was broken and fell off revealing the creature did have eyes, but just small golden pupils in a thick black void. The creature began to talk "The Cruncher.. The Cruncher is angry.. The Cruncher wants to spill... Spill blood.." It gurgled words out with its Heinous voice then attacked Anne once more. Anne struggled to get The Cruncher off her, Swinging in all directions violently smashing into walls and furniture. The Cruncher got up to Anne's neck, and bit her deeply. Anne let out a shriek and threw the menacing creature across the room. Anne's world swirled and faded, turning black. The only sound she could hear was thick demented laughter drowning out screams and cries.