A creepypasta in the middle of 2026? Honestly, my 12-year-old self would be really proud of this. I'm also very excited to be able to share it!!!
AND SORRY, english is not my first language ππ
The drawing was made by me, but @96martiii colored it digitally.
The way home after a long day of hunting in the forest was exhausting. Christine was carrying the carcass of a fawn and her rifle. Her father would be proud of her, or so she hoped.
She entered the house with enthusiasm, dropping the rifle to the floor. βMum! Dad! Look what I hunted!β she exclaimed proudly as she walked into the living room, where her mother was sitting and knitting while her father drank and watched the old television.
It was a dark room. The walls were decorated with family photos, mounted animal heads, and a few crucifixes here and there.
The man of the house looked up. βVery good, daughter,β he replied without much interest. Her mother didnβt even bother to look at her.
It was always like this. Christine tried hard to impress her parents with the prey she brought home, but they never seemed to react. She didnβt understand it.
She sighed and went down to the basement. It was also a dark room, with a table in the center. On the back wall, there was a shelf with small jars containing animal eyes, organs⦠Right next to it stood a large freezer.
Without thinking twice, she threw the animalβs carcass onto the table, grabbed a scalpel, and made a cut in its belly. Just as her father had taught her, she began to carefully remove the skin, as if turning a sock inside out. While doing so, she removed the viscera, organs, and bones of the fawn. She enjoyed gutting animals. Many times, she wished she could perform all these processes on a much larger creature.
Hours passed. She didnβt even realize how long she had been down there, but at least the fawn was now fully skinned and prepared for taxidermy.
That same night, like every other, Christine sat by the window of her room, looking out toward the forest. For some strange reason, it relaxed her. She loved the nocturnal silence, which was occasionally interrupted by the sounds of animals. She closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze caress her body.
Suddenly, a strange buzzing sound took over the silence. She covered her ears and opened her eyes wide. She was confused. She began looking in every possible direction, but saw nothing out of place.
The next morning, she woke up dazed. The light coming through her window bothered her. The only thing she remembered from the night before was that unpleasant buzzing. She stayed in bed for a while, staring at her room: the old, peeling pink wallpaper, a desk covered with tools, and a mask she had made out of wood. To the right, a broken mirror; to the left, an old wardrobe.
She decided not to give it much importance and continued with her usual daily routine. Even though she was nineteen, she no longer went to school. She had stopped attending after finishing obligatory education. She had never been very smart, she had no friends, and she struggled. Besides, this way she could dedicate more time to taxidermy and hunting.
When she went downstairs, she only found her mother, who was silently washing the dishes. βWhereβs Dad?β was all the curly-haired girl asked. Her mother, who looked exhausted and much older than she really was, turned around. βHe went out hunting. Heβll be back tonight,β the woman replied, turning her gaze back to the dirty dishes.
Christine didnβt think twice. Without even having breakfast, and with the rifle in hand, she left the house, hoping to find her father and hunt with him.
For some reason, the forest felt different today. A feeling of confusion and dizziness took hold of her⦠That buzzing sound again. She covered her ears and let out a cry of distress. Her vision began to blur. In the distance, among the trees, she thought she saw someone. Then she lost consciousness.
She arrived home that night. The dizziness she had felt that morning had returned. She didnβt remember what had happened in the forest, but she had the feeling that the place was no longer the same.
She hadnβt hunted anything, nor had she found her father. Feeling tired, she decided to isolate herself in her room. She went back to the window and watched the tall pine trees surrounding the house. From the forest, she saw her father emerge, carrying a dead fox. She ignored him, just as he always ignored her.
She continued staring absentmindedly at the forest when suddenly she noticed a figureβtall, extremely tall. Although it resembled a human, it was clear from afar that it wasnβt. Its arms were very long, and the most terrifying partβ¦ it had no face. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was hallucinating, but the thing was still there.
Suddenly, she felt something liquid coming from her nose. She wiped it and looked at her hand, it was blood.
She closed the window and drew the curtains. She went to the bathroom and stuffed paper into her nose to stop the bleeding. The light flickered. She looked at herself in the mirror. βWhat was that?β she asked herself. Was it an animal? Maybe some kind of mutationβ¦? A thought crossed her mind: βHunt it.β If she managed to hunt that creature, she would fulfill one of her dreams: to dissect something much larger than a regular animal.
Back in her room, she picked up a crumpled piece of paper and drew what she remembered of it. She folded the paper and went to sleep. Tomorrow she would take it with her and search for it throughout the forest.
And thatβs what she did. The next morning, she was the first to wake up. She grabbed her rifle and left the house. She didnβt even bother to tell her parents, they never worried about her anyway. She explored a large part of the forest, determined to find that creature. She went deeper and deeper, but found nothing. There was no buzzing, no appearance. When night began to fall, she decided to head back home.
The rest of the days that week were the same: at night she would see it, but in the morning there was no trace. This continued until Saturday.
Saturday night, when she got home, the atmosphere felt strange. The lights were off, and the house was eerily silent. As soon as she opened the front door, the silence was broken by that unpleasant buzzing. She growled loudly and slammed the door shut. When she turned around, the creature was there, right in front of her. It was tall, too tall, its head almost touching the ceiling. This was her moment. She raised the rifle and fired without thinking. It disappeared. She turned around and there it was again. She fired once more, but it vanished again.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at both places where she had shotβ¦ Why were the walls splattered with blood if she hadnβt hit it? She looked down and let out a terrifying scream. The first thing she saw was her father, lying on his back on the floor. He had a clean hole in his forehead. The bullet was still inside his head. His eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly agape. Her mother had died the same way, only her facial expression was different. Her brow was furrowed, and a tear had left a trail down her cheek. She had watched her daughter shoot her husband and then shoot her.
Christine dropped her rifle. She couldnβt believe what had just happened. Her body was trembling. She felt overwhelmed by the whole situation.
She left the house and sat on the porch. Her gaze remained fixed on the dry grass. She didnβt feel bad about what had happened. They deserved it for being such absent parents.
The buzzing returned, and right in front of her stood the creature. She lifted her head and observed it. It was tall, very tall, white, and faceless. From its back, a tentacle emerged and moved toward the palm of her hand. There, it drew a circle with a cross inside. The mark burned, yet she didnβt pull her hand away. When it finished, the buzzing grew even heavier. Christine looked at the mark and, for the first time, felt that she was not alone.
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