Creepypasta-- bunny?
Flavors:
Rocky Road: #25 On a Hilltop
Avacodo: #28 Static
Candy Corn: #10 Boogeyman (loose interpretation)
Toppings:
Gummy Bunny
(Ready, Set, Novel! by Lindsey Grant)
^^^^Good book by the way!^^^^
Cherry on top
Word count: 471
Story: One-off//No Canon
Rating: PG (Creepy Pasta monsters within)
Character: Me!
Author's Note:
I wrote this as part of an activity in a book called Ready Set Novel which was just a word dump type exercise. I liked how it turned out and thought I'd share it. Later I want to tweak it an add more detail. The prompt constricted me to half a page. Also, my boyfriend is joining :D
Have you ever lived through a day and didn't remember it? Apparently that's what I've just done. I woke up on the hill across from my house missing a day of my life. The sky was a dusty pink that only comes with pre-dawn light. My body was stiff and numb from the 12 degree temperature (-6 wind chill according to my phone) I've never been one to sleep walk. I'm not schizophrenic either. Even if I was either one of those things I don't think I would lose a whole day... would I? My shoes were muddy and my clothes smelled like the pine forest that lay behind me. As I sat up and looked down at the small white church below me I tried to piece together what happened. One word kept repeating in my mind: RADIO. The last thing I remember is cleaning up my kitchen with the radio playing in the background. My hands stinging from cleaner and the sounds of a pop song I didn't know the words to filling my kitchen. Then static. Not the normal gentle white noise that plays between stations. This was loud, angry static much louder than the music on the radio. I covered my ears and darted for the radio, I vaguely remember moisture under my nose. I think it was bleeding. My hand reached for the knob to turn it off. Then blackness and I woke up the next morning. I stretched on the grass and shivered. That's when I noticed my back pack sitting next to me. My back pack was always in my closet unless I needed it for work. It served as a computer case when I needed to do an interview for the paper. I unzipped the pack and took in a sharp breath of air. My notebook, recorder, and instant camera were inside. Along with an empty film pack and the spent photos. I opened my notebook first. It was page after page in broad scribbles ripped out and paperclipped in. “HE SEES ME. HAS NO EYES.” there were several pictures of pine trees, like the forest near my home, and a stick figure among them. Next I played my recorder. It had 12 hours of audio on in. I groaned and let it play. All I could hear was heavy panicked breathing, mine, and stomping footseps. Hopefully mine. Then I picked up the photos. Most were disturbing and corrupted with splashes of color on blackness. “Shit did I break it..??” I asked myself until I came to the last one. It was from a distance and despite the small photo I could make out a man in the trees. Pale blank face, long arms. He towered to the middle of a tree I knew to be very tall. On the tape I screamed.