Claes [Creepypasta]

The room is dark and I hear the light and soft steps made by his white feet of puppet walking on the floor of the corridor.

The door creaks and I can feel those eyes hypnotic look into the darkness of the room ...

He wolks slowly into the room and I know that now that he smiles in his strange way, with that childlike smile, with that smile from homicidal maniac, cute and terrifying at the same time ...

As his eyes.

Those beautiful, horrible, huge eyes blacks and schiny.

Those eyes huge and red.

Those eyes of glass where I mirrored confused but attracted by something unknown to me.

I could see myself in them, my memories that slowly distorted mingling to dark red ...

Mingling with melancholy different memories: hatred, loneliness, abandonment and finaly there was no longer any feeling....

I tried again several times to look at myself in those eyes, and that was repeated for a long.

Then once again it was different ...

My memories mingled in a red whirl almost hypnotic, they ware distorted in a scary way.

I saw things that I never wanted to see.

I saw for the first time the glass eyes reflecting myself, the real me...

I made myself sick, I was really what? Or it was he to fool me?

I tried to believe that that was not me.

I imposed that to me.

I couldn't be so horrible I couldn't be so dirty

But it's true..

I'm a thief, a murderer, a liar ...

I'm a useless person ...

Useless useless useless

Here, I feel him right here, next to my bed.

I smile, he came to kill me.

He knows me for who I am and yet doesn't leave me

No he does not, he never will; in fact he has come to take me away

I had promised unfounded, he would take in custody my soul

So Claes said with his innocent voice as a child, with that sweet voice ...



I close my eyes and I feel his little body of a doll getting on my bed ...

I open them and he's here in front of me ...

He smiles sweetly sitting just below my chest ...

His eyes are as red whirl that can absorb all my will to live in a black abyss without end

I smile at him and he just slwly raise the knife that he holds in his small hands brown as his belly with those little claws soft that now seem to be able to cut like knives ...

HE continues to return my smile with his stiched mouth; he tilts his white head slightly in a full contrast of color with his red and blacks eyes.

He lowers the knife quickly and stabs my heart tainting my pajamas with red

Dark red as his eyes...






And now it's all black

Just like his eyes...