Oneshots

Reverse Haunting

I think I created a creepypasta oop XD

It all started when my reflection disappeared. At that point I knew something was going wrong, I didn't feel right. I hadn't felt right in a long time. I was cold, like I was walking through fog all the time. I was also tired, I could never get enough sleep, but at the same time, my dreams were so vivid it was like I was awake. Next came the hallucinations, I couldn't see my reflection in glass mirrors, but in puddles and bodies of water...That's something different.

I found this out as I crouched down, peering into the murky water. My own reflection hazy and muted. I had no facial features. None that I could recognize anyways, I was lost. At that time I knew I was dead. Or at least some type of dead. I couldn't remember anything, not a thing. But I saw others. Luckily I wasn't them. They were trapped in the water, in the mirrors, everywhere. They were all trapped and I was the only one who was free. I tended to gloat, to talk to them. After all it was a lonely life.

But, one day, I woke up...warm. It was almost too much. The feeling intense and I could barely take it. But at the same it was so much better than the cold fog I had endured for endless days. I never wanted to let it go. This particular day, I could see myself. I wish I couldn't, and luckily my face was still an unrecognizable mixture of colors and fog. But my body, my hair. I could see it, touch it, feel it. I also realized I was in a house. I hadn't been there before, not that I could remember. I took time, touching things, moving them about. I accidentally left blood behind at times. I couldn't control it, sometimes my wrists would open up and bleed. It seemed to happen whenever I got that dreadful feeling in my heart. After awhile, I was overwhelmed. I went into the closet. It was dark and I was used to it. Soon it got cold again and I relaxed a bit.

Next, came all the voices. It grew really loud and was really agitating. All I was used to was the peaceful silence. I head a lot of gibberish, and screaming. Doors slamming and footsteps all around. It was kind of scary. I also heard whispers of those trapped in the reflections. I could understand them and it was rather nice. I got tips from them, but most of the time I didn't understand what they meant. But I would learn in time. Sometimes the words and noises were to loud, so I'd leave my comfy dark place. Into the warm areas and I'd walk around, moving things until the noise would stop. I couldn't feel what I was doing, but I didn't care as long as they went away. I needed the quiet back I didn't want this noise.

After my hearing returned, I then began seeing full figures. With the strange figures, came the noises. They always went together. When this first started happening, they couldn't see me. But that too soon changed, as much as I despised it. I hated the new changes. The timeless void was better than these annoying creatures who were always invading my space. I saw the world I was in. A rather huge house, old. The basement leaked, and created puddles. I made friends with those trapped in the reflections. Until the creatures got rid of them. Now the basement was clear. Luckily they kept my mirrors, so my friends in their stuck around. Their whispers had grown louder. We now hold conversations during the moments they were most corporal. Sadly as I grew, they began seeing me, and I began remembering.

Once the creature saw me for the first time, the noise became unbearable. Then they brought more creatures and I began feeling something I hadn't before. Anger. Why were they doing this to me?! I just wanted quiet. Even my cold hours were disturbed, and my dreams became conflicting. My feelings evolved and it hurt. I hated it, it was their fault. I decided to break their belongings, ruin their sleep, and to make them pay. It worked for a little while and I had my peace. But it never lasted, it never did. Different creatures would come, and terrorize me. I would in turn fight back and they'd eventually leave. With every creature I drove out. I got stronger. I could feel it. I could touch, see, hear and dream. I couldn't leave my house and I didn't want to.

These new developments, were disorienting. It took a long while to adjust and for the longest time I despised how it made me feel. But I later became thankful for the changes. All of those things gave me a one up over the creatures. The next thing I received, was my voice. Now when they screamed, I could scream back. See how they like it! This method, along with my others really worked for awhile. Finally I had some peace. I was free to roam, it was cold, dark, my other friends returned as did the water they were trapped in. Around this time I really began remembering my past. It was very unpleasant, so you can't really blame my irritability when the next round of creatures were determined to talk to me, to mess with me.

I may have done things I shouldn't have. But this time, I made them scream. The noise was bothersome. But I quickly got rid of it. See apparently I could also now touch the creatures. Move them around, Throw them, hurt them. I saw their spirits turn to smoke after I removed them from the case that held them. Other creatures came the next day, I disposed of them the same way. Until eventually no one came to visit me. I had my peace, and I loved it. Every once in awhile, someone stops by. I hate it, but I won't lie getting rid of them is just a little fun. As more time passes, I have grown fond of their screams.

I do have to thank the strange creatures for one thing, my name. Some are foolish enough to call out to me. As if they don't know of my hatred for them and their kind. They call me William. Some say I'm merciless, others just call me Suicidal Will. I think it's kind of rude to reference how I died. But what can I say.

My next development will be to escape this damn house, I grow tired of being trapped in these walls.