I'm not sure I'll survive the night
I'm not sure I'll survive the night creepypasta stories
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This is just another creepypasta meant to scare you, right? It couldn't possibly be true, you're too smart to believe in ghost stories.

I'm not sure I'll survive the night

I've made a mistake.

A big, stupid mistake, and now I'm not sure if I'll even survive the night.

Why am I wasting my last hours on earth posting a warning you probably won't believe a word of? Well... it's kind of a long story.

I'll try to make it short, I really don't want to run out of time.

Since I was a little girl, I've been curious about the supernatural. Ghosts, demons, even what people call 'the witching hour'. It's so silly, right?

Just an old wives' tale! Still, it intrigued me.

So I began tempting these imaginary creatures whenever I found myself awake at the time of night when people are supposed to be sleeping soundly.

I told these creatures I didn't believe they existed, and that they should prove me wrong. I taunted them. Of course, nothing happened.

I played all those silly rituals you can find online: You know the ones I'm speaking about. The tales full of candles, mirrors and creepy instructions.

And you know what happened? Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. I ended up feeling both disappointed and relieved at the very same time.

It was all complete BS, or so I thought until tonight. I was online reading creepy stories and found this silly tale of a young man scared for his life. I sneered but read it anyways.

He spoke of this ancient creature. I rolled my eyes. Just another piece of silly creepypasta.

The story went on and on about how you could meet this ancient being: how you'd finally see into the void and learn the truth behind all those myths if only you let it guide you.

If only you closed your eyes, took a deep breath... and followed your feet.

So I did.

Why? Because why the hell not? I had already played with the ouija board, summoned Satan in my bathroom mirror, tried every stupid ritual on the books.

Why not just go out and take a stroll, even in the dead of night?

What surprised me was that I seemed to know exactly where I was going, even if I had no particular place in mind. I let my feet guide me. And guide me they did.

On and on and on I walked, moving concerningly close to the bad side of town.

I wasn't so afraid of seeing a ghost as I was of being mugged by then, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to stop walking. I kept going and going until I arrived at a seemingly ordinary alley.

Suddenly, I came to a halt. I almost didn't realize I stopped walking until I saw myself do so

I knew deep inside me I had arrived at my destination. I couldn't explain how, but I just knew.

Someone called out my name. I looked around, shocked, as I didn't think I knew anyone in that neighborhood, and yet I found myself completely alone.

"Hey, that's not funny!" I cried out to no one in particular. Of course, no one answered. Had I imagined it? The voice sounded so clear, as if it had been whispering right in my ear.

The alley seemed to merge with the shadows. Not just darkness, mind you, as any street might seem at night, but rather... black.

Yes, pitch black, as if it was actually absorbing the light from nearby streets and locking it away.

That's when I saw it. A pair of eyes, lurking inside that absolute darkness. And a smile... no. Not a smile, a smirk. Sneering at me.

Whatever was inside that place saw me just as I saw it, and then I knew. I knew it had called me to it, and I had heeded the call.

I run away. I escaped as fast as my legs could run and yet nothing followed.

No one rushed behind me, no hand reached out to grab me, but I felt those eyes lurking in every single shadow I stepped by.

I arrived home completely out of breath and locked the door behind me. I turned on every single light in my apartment, closed the closets and locked myself in my room. I know it's there, though.

I feel it moving closer.

Why am I telling you this? Why waste my time typing this story you're only reading to entertain yourself? I wonder, you see. I wonder if I give it another victim, it will spare me.

It will focus its attention on someone else. Call their name instead.

But this is just another creepypasta, isn't it? Nothing will happen to you if you just close your eyes and follow your feet. Aren't you just a bit curious, though?

Won't you give it a try?

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