~Not Mine. Taken from the creepypasta wiki~
We've all had those times, late at night. Maybe you're a little tired, and wewe turned off your lamp to help wewe relax, so it's just wewe and the dull glow of the screen. wewe hear a little noise behind wewe and jump. wewe turn around, and there's a jet-black silhouette of a man in the corner. But as your eyes focus, wewe realize it's only just your curtain. Damn cat was playing with it again, got it all twisted up. The house was just settling, and your mind jumped to a dark place. Nothing to be afraid of, not really.
That's pareidolia. It happens to everybody at some point, so wewe shrug it off and go on with your day.
But what if wewe don't? Is there a tiny, slim chance that you're getting a peek behind the veil of reality, just for a mgawanyiko, baidisha second? There on the edge of your awareness, where shapes become ambiguous and the rational part of your brain thinks it isn't worth the effort ... maybe that's where the monsters live. So wewe start paying a little zaidi attention. Maybe you're the kind that's afraid of missing out on something, even if that something wants to shove thumbtacks under your eyelids.
Maybe that's just me.
The days go by, and you've always got one little corner of your mind focused on that fuzzy line where vision ends. Nothing noteworthy happens for the longest time, and wewe start telling yourself what a silly idea this was. Monsters? Please. Just when wewe start to lay the idea to rest for good, it happens again. A dark shape, something less than a man but zaidi than an animal. Two coal-red eyes that ooze hunger. Still, it's only a vague impression of evil. wewe whip your head around, your moyo hammering at your ears. Just the damn lamp.
Maybe your brain is just inaonyesha wewe what wewe expect to be there, wewe reason. After all, the mind plays tricks to keep reality in line with expectations. Still, you're really interested now. Whatever this is has your attention, and you've never been able to let a thing rest once it piques your curiosity.
wewe become even zaidi vigilant. In the back of your mind, wewe take stock of your peripheral vision. wewe try to push out further, expanding your vision beyond that impossible-to-place boundary between sight and darkness. You're dedicated to this crazy task now. For nearly three weeks straight wewe probe, but to no avail. The curtain isn't drawing back any further. wewe see nothing out of the ordinary, so wewe give it a rest, once and for all. It's silly to think there's some hidden place between realities, that of billions and billions of people you're the first to notice. wewe always wanted to be special, didn't you?
So wewe go back to the humdrum of daily routine. Maybe wewe were just bored. And then one night, you're back at the computer kusoma about some political snafu in the Middle-East. You're not really into it, but wewe couldn't be bothered to find something better to do, not right before bed. The room is dark. It's just like that first night, wewe muse. The creature colored like televisheni static standing at your shoulder nods slowly and wait that's not right.
wewe jump sideways, twisting as wewe fall. Nothing there, but nothing in its place either. No lamp, no curtain, no poster, nothing but air in that empty space where it stood. wewe stare for a good while, rubbing the nasty bump on your head. Finally, wewe step to the jikoni to grab an ice pack from the freezer. Troubled thoughts twist at your brain. Two is a coincidence; three is a trend. You're hooked now. Maybe your mom always told wewe to quit while wewe were ahead.
Maybe that's just me.
You're beginning to see the pattern. Nothing happens when you're really paying attention. When you're waking up, in that time before your brain clicks on, when the sun is just rising? Sure. When your guard is down and you're halfway to daydreaming? Definitely. In those gaps where your critical mind gets childlike, that's where the cracks start to show. And weren't there monsters in your closet when wewe were little, before wewe knew better?
You're at the office the inayofuata day, typing away at your computer. Your brain disengages, and wewe think back to the night before. It still has wewe spooked. A thought zigs by, and you're reminded of those nights laying in kitanda when wewe were just smack between awareness and dreaming: wewe could watch your body relax and your breathing even out. Kind of like walking the edge of a razorblade. So, god help you, wewe start practicing. It's kind of like meditation. wewe spend some time every morning and night lounging in bed, drinking in that feeling of being on the edge of wakefulness. wewe can feel it like an intuition, and wewe start recalling that body memory in the office while you're filling out your busywork.
One fine morning, you're doing your practice and a gaunt, lanky creature with skin the palest white and black holes where its eyes should be strolls past the opening of your cubicle - just to your right, plain as day. wewe nearly repeat the stunt with the chair again, but wewe manage to land square on your feet this time. wewe peek your head around the cubicle wall, and see the back of your coworker Craig as he walks away. He slows to a halt, looks over his shoulder, and gives wewe a wink before continuing on his way. wewe and Craig aren't that friendly, and wewe think wewe see a smirk on his face. But he was too quick for wewe to get a good look.
It's just your imagination, right?
... right?
We've all had those times, late at night. Maybe you're a little tired, and wewe turned off your lamp to help wewe relax, so it's just wewe and the dull glow of the screen. wewe hear a little noise behind wewe and jump. wewe turn around, and there's a jet-black silhouette of a man in the corner. But as your eyes focus, wewe realize it's only just your curtain. Damn cat was playing with it again, got it all twisted up. The house was just settling, and your mind jumped to a dark place. Nothing to be afraid of, not really.
That's pareidolia. It happens to everybody at some point, so wewe shrug it off and go on with your day.
But what if wewe don't? Is there a tiny, slim chance that you're getting a peek behind the veil of reality, just for a mgawanyiko, baidisha second? There on the edge of your awareness, where shapes become ambiguous and the rational part of your brain thinks it isn't worth the effort ... maybe that's where the monsters live. So wewe start paying a little zaidi attention. Maybe you're the kind that's afraid of missing out on something, even if that something wants to shove thumbtacks under your eyelids.
Maybe that's just me.
The days go by, and you've always got one little corner of your mind focused on that fuzzy line where vision ends. Nothing noteworthy happens for the longest time, and wewe start telling yourself what a silly idea this was. Monsters? Please. Just when wewe start to lay the idea to rest for good, it happens again. A dark shape, something less than a man but zaidi than an animal. Two coal-red eyes that ooze hunger. Still, it's only a vague impression of evil. wewe whip your head around, your moyo hammering at your ears. Just the damn lamp.
Maybe your brain is just inaonyesha wewe what wewe expect to be there, wewe reason. After all, the mind plays tricks to keep reality in line with expectations. Still, you're really interested now. Whatever this is has your attention, and you've never been able to let a thing rest once it piques your curiosity.
wewe become even zaidi vigilant. In the back of your mind, wewe take stock of your peripheral vision. wewe try to push out further, expanding your vision beyond that impossible-to-place boundary between sight and darkness. You're dedicated to this crazy task now. For nearly three weeks straight wewe probe, but to no avail. The curtain isn't drawing back any further. wewe see nothing out of the ordinary, so wewe give it a rest, once and for all. It's silly to think there's some hidden place between realities, that of billions and billions of people you're the first to notice. wewe always wanted to be special, didn't you?
So wewe go back to the humdrum of daily routine. Maybe wewe were just bored. And then one night, you're back at the computer kusoma about some political snafu in the Middle-East. You're not really into it, but wewe couldn't be bothered to find something better to do, not right before bed. The room is dark. It's just like that first night, wewe muse. The creature colored like televisheni static standing at your shoulder nods slowly and wait that's not right.
wewe jump sideways, twisting as wewe fall. Nothing there, but nothing in its place either. No lamp, no curtain, no poster, nothing but air in that empty space where it stood. wewe stare for a good while, rubbing the nasty bump on your head. Finally, wewe step to the jikoni to grab an ice pack from the freezer. Troubled thoughts twist at your brain. Two is a coincidence; three is a trend. You're hooked now. Maybe your mom always told wewe to quit while wewe were ahead.
Maybe that's just me.
You're beginning to see the pattern. Nothing happens when you're really paying attention. When you're waking up, in that time before your brain clicks on, when the sun is just rising? Sure. When your guard is down and you're halfway to daydreaming? Definitely. In those gaps where your critical mind gets childlike, that's where the cracks start to show. And weren't there monsters in your closet when wewe were little, before wewe knew better?
You're at the office the inayofuata day, typing away at your computer. Your brain disengages, and wewe think back to the night before. It still has wewe spooked. A thought zigs by, and you're reminded of those nights laying in kitanda when wewe were just smack between awareness and dreaming: wewe could watch your body relax and your breathing even out. Kind of like walking the edge of a razorblade. So, god help you, wewe start practicing. It's kind of like meditation. wewe spend some time every morning and night lounging in bed, drinking in that feeling of being on the edge of wakefulness. wewe can feel it like an intuition, and wewe start recalling that body memory in the office while you're filling out your busywork.
One fine morning, you're doing your practice and a gaunt, lanky creature with skin the palest white and black holes where its eyes should be strolls past the opening of your cubicle - just to your right, plain as day. wewe nearly repeat the stunt with the chair again, but wewe manage to land square on your feet this time. wewe peek your head around the cubicle wall, and see the back of your coworker Craig as he walks away. He slows to a halt, looks over his shoulder, and gives wewe a wink before continuing on his way. wewe and Craig aren't that friendly, and wewe think wewe see a smirk on his face. But he was too quick for wewe to get a good look.
It's just your imagination, right?
... right?
*ding dong*
???: oh shi*!
*poof*
???: hello good sirs!
Slender: change back Jack, its us
EJ: Slender! *poof*
Jeff: *sinkers*
EJ: what?
Jeff: wewe live with Laughing Jack!?
EJ: yes, why?
Jeff: *laughing hard*
Lucius: question... what I have heard about "Laughing Jack", how the hell did he get a mansion!?
Slender: I gave him 20000000$
Lucius: what made wewe do that?
Slender: I killed his girlfriend and her family
All but Lucius: *back away slowly*
Lucius: 20000000$ is justified now .__.
???: oh shi*!
*poof*
???: hello good sirs!
Slender: change back Jack, its us
EJ: Slender! *poof*
Jeff: *sinkers*
EJ: what?
Jeff: wewe live with Laughing Jack!?
EJ: yes, why?
Jeff: *laughing hard*
Lucius: question... what I have heard about "Laughing Jack", how the hell did he get a mansion!?
Slender: I gave him 20000000$
Lucius: what made wewe do that?
Slender: I killed his girlfriend and her family
All but Lucius: *back away slowly*
Lucius: 20000000$ is justified now .__.
*meanwhile in the underworld*
Zalgo: *snickers*
Observer: whats so funny?!
Zalgo: oh, sorry... funny thing on the show
Observer: every one here?
All: yes sir!
Observer: go prepare yourselves for the inayofuata attack...
All: yes sir! *all walk away*
Zalgo: hujambo Observer!
Observer: what...
Zalgo: I got new guys!
Observer: what?
Zalgo: meet Mr. Widemouth
Mr.W: hi!
Zalgo: Lisa
Lisa: hey...
Zalgo: Targeter
Targeter: ...
Zalgo: and Pyris
Pyris: Why am I here again?
Zalgo: they will be are new commanders
Observer: ._.
Zalgo: *snickers*
Observer: whats so funny?!
Zalgo: oh, sorry... funny thing on the show
Observer: every one here?
All: yes sir!
Observer: go prepare yourselves for the inayofuata attack...
All: yes sir! *all walk away*
Zalgo: hujambo Observer!
Observer: what...
Zalgo: I got new guys!
Observer: what?
Zalgo: meet Mr. Widemouth
Mr.W: hi!
Zalgo: Lisa
Lisa: hey...
Zalgo: Targeter
Targeter: ...
Zalgo: and Pyris
Pyris: Why am I here again?
Zalgo: they will be are new commanders
Observer: ._.
Zalgo: finally, my siku off...
SL: SIRRRRRR!
Zalgo: WHAT?
SL: the grunts are having a fight again
Zalgo: then go take care of it
SL: how can I when wewe only addressed only half of them of my rank!
Zalgo: its my siku off
SL: its your kingdom!
Zalgo: its still my siku off!
SL: ._.
Zalgo: ._.
SL :c
Zalgo: :c
SL: :P
Zalgo: :P
SL: :l
Zalgo: :l
SL: :[
Zalgo: :[
SL: :B
Zalgo: :B
SL: thats it, im going to play on my DiPod
Zalgo: finally...
Grunt: SIRRRRRR!
Zalgo: shi*
SL: SIRRRRRR!
Zalgo: WHAT?
SL: the grunts are having a fight again
Zalgo: then go take care of it
SL: how can I when wewe only addressed only half of them of my rank!
Zalgo: its my siku off
SL: its your kingdom!
Zalgo: its still my siku off!
SL: ._.
Zalgo: ._.
SL :c
Zalgo: :c
SL: :P
Zalgo: :P
SL: :l
Zalgo: :l
SL: :[
Zalgo: :[
SL: :B
Zalgo: :B
SL: thats it, im going to play on my DiPod
Zalgo: finally...
Grunt: SIRRRRRR!
Zalgo: shi*
Me: hi guys im home!
Jeff rip offs: hi!
Jeff: *mph*
Me: what the hell is going on?!
Jeef: Jeff killed my brother
Jef: i have RED eyes
Jeffy: I have two knifes!
Jake: Im his step-brother!
Lucius: *drops cigarette*
*10 minuets later*
Me: did wewe have to burn my house!?
Lucius: yes
Jeff: what the hell was that?
Lucius: your fan-base
Jeff: im screwed
Me: were the hell am I supposed to live!
Lucius: hey, just walk it off...
Me: I hate wewe guys so much...
Jeff rip offs: hi!
Jeff: *mph*
Me: what the hell is going on?!
Jeef: Jeff killed my brother
Jef: i have RED eyes
Jeffy: I have two knifes!
Jake: Im his step-brother!
Lucius: *drops cigarette*
*10 minuets later*
Me: did wewe have to burn my house!?
Lucius: yes
Jeff: what the hell was that?
Lucius: your fan-base
Jeff: im screwed
Me: were the hell am I supposed to live!
Lucius: hey, just walk it off...
Me: I hate wewe guys so much...
Slender: *grabs Observer*
Observer: Firebrand!
Firebrand: yes sir! [i'm sorry my friends]
*floor catches on fire*
Observer: wewe will burn and suffer!
Hoody: master! we have to get out of here!
Lucius: hey! someone actually makes since!
Slender: *drops Observer*
Toby: not again!
All: *runs out*
Rake: we have to get out of here!
Observer: *pulls out DiPhone* ZALGO! TELEPORT US OUT OF HERE!
Zalgo: huh? oh come on " how I met your mother" is on
Observer: ZALGO!
Zalgo: fine... *opens portal*
Observer: to the portal!
All: *goes through portal*
Observer: Firebrand!
Firebrand: yes sir! [i'm sorry my friends]
*floor catches on fire*
Observer: wewe will burn and suffer!
Hoody: master! we have to get out of here!
Lucius: hey! someone actually makes since!
Slender: *drops Observer*
Toby: not again!
All: *runs out*
Rake: we have to get out of here!
Observer: *pulls out DiPhone* ZALGO! TELEPORT US OUT OF HERE!
Zalgo: huh? oh come on " how I met your mother" is on
Observer: ZALGO!
Zalgo: fine... *opens portal*
Observer: to the portal!
All: *goes through portal*
LJ: road trip!
Lucius: we are just going to the bar...
LJ: oh...
*both get in car*
*driving*
Lucius: ... how was your day?
LJ: oh, good
Lucius: what have wewe been doing?
LJ: wewe know, the usual...
Lucius: did wewe see that game?
LJ: yeah it was SO close!
Lucius: oh! did wewe win that card game with Hypno?
LJ: no, he kept using physic...
Lucius: how was that movie?
LJ: it was good, but the ending sucked...
Lucius: ...
LJ: ...
KIBS: HI GUYS!
Both: SHI-
*crash*
morgan Freeman: no one survived that day...
Lucius: *shoots tazer*
morgan Freeman: hfukjnhhauhbbhjiloveKFCjlijhknkjnh
Lucius: I win... again
Lucius: we are just going to the bar...
LJ: oh...
*both get in car*
*driving*
Lucius: ... how was your day?
LJ: oh, good
Lucius: what have wewe been doing?
LJ: wewe know, the usual...
Lucius: did wewe see that game?
LJ: yeah it was SO close!
Lucius: oh! did wewe win that card game with Hypno?
LJ: no, he kept using physic...
Lucius: how was that movie?
LJ: it was good, but the ending sucked...
Lucius: ...
LJ: ...
KIBS: HI GUYS!
Both: SHI-
*crash*
morgan Freeman: no one survived that day...
Lucius: *shoots tazer*
morgan Freeman: hfukjnhhauhbbhjiloveKFCjlijhknkjnh
Lucius: I win... again