Andy's story

A creepypasta i wrote a few weeks ago, partly based on a nightmare I had.

The creepiest thing just happened too me a few hours ago, my name is Andy Collins, I'm 24, and I live in the outskirts of Dallas Texas, last year I lost my little brother in a traffic accident when a speeding brown Sedan crashed into my parents car, putting my father in critical condition and killing my little brother, my dad has been put in the hospital and my whole family has been torn up ever since then, its 3:34 AM right now as I write this and I'm so scared right now, I was in my room laying in bed watching TV with my girlfriend, i had the sudden urge too go to the kitchen and look around, I told my girlfriend ill be right back and i got up and walked down my dark hallway, my bare feet feeling the cold tile under me, i walked into the living room and into my kitchen, after getting a bowl of cereal i walked back too my room in almost total darkness, nothing too illuminate except for some moonlight from a big window i have overlooking my living room, i always thought my house was so creepy at this angle, i walked slowly down the hall approaching my bedroom as too not spill my bowl, I entered my room, feeling the soft, warm carpet under my feet, my girlfriend was holding my phone and murmured, 

“Baby, your mom called, said it was about your dad,” 

“What?” I whispered back to her, my pessimistic thoughts immediately began to flood as i was convinced it was the worst, I called my mom back, the phone rang for a few seconds before she answered,

“Hello? Mom!”

It took a few seconds before she said anything.

“Andy, I need you to go check on your dad.” she mumbled with a shaky voice.

“What? Why,,, what happened.”

She didn't say anything and then she hung up, my body went cold as i started to panic.

“Baby I gotta go check on my dad, do you want to come with me?”

she moaned “No honey i'm pretty tired, I want to go to sleep” I understand why she didn't want to tag along, it was about 10:15 when this happened but god i wish she came with me, I quickly put my socks and shoes on, i had no time to change out of my nightwear, i rushed out of my house and the cold wind hugged me, the freezing moon was looming over my car, I sprinted over too the drivers seat and started my car, i forgot to put my seatbelt on, i drove into town and parked my car on the sidewalk of this parking garage next too the hospital, as I got out of my car the inky sky was holding me in its freezing grasp, the parking garage was mostly empty with two blue cars on the second level, and a brown one on the fifth, i could hear a faint whimper of a woman coming from the fifth floor but i shrugged it off, oh how naive i was, i locked my car and started shuffling stiffly on the sidewalk towards the hospital, I only got about 4 steps in when i see somebody fall from the fifth story of the garage onto the pavement, he hit the concrete with a heavy “thwack” my body was frozen in shock as I stare from a distance at this seemingly lifeless corpse splattered on the floor, his blood staining the concrete creating contrast between the colors.

“Did i just witness a suicide?” I thought to myself.

“H-hey, are you okay?” I hollered.

In the dark shadow he was laying in i could faintly see his head turn too me, his solemn expression mad a pit in my stomach, he picked himself up with his broken hands, his skull shattered open, with his jaw caved into his mouth, his limp, motionless limbs dangled from his shoulders, he stared at me for a little while as i was frozen in fear and disgust, what the fuck am i seeing right now, as if he was drunk, the mangled human shuffled and shambled away, a light from the garage hit him briefly, like an opera singer in the spotlight, his thick, bloody leather jacket shined, two letters and a skull embroidered on the back “T.C”

Thomas Collins, it was my dads jacket, that man I saw throw himself into the cold concrete was wearing my dads shining leather jacket.
“That's not my dad, That's not my dad, That's not my dad.” I kept repeating these word too myself, as the mangled silhouette limped away, a tall and slender man turned the corner too face me, with his back against the light from the building, i couldn't make out any features, we studied each other for a moment, and without a sound, this dark, figure darts right for me, i snap out of my frozen stance and run down the sidewalk, i would hear my footsteps on the cold, hard rock, and the rubbing of my clothes together, just then i heard the man's footsteps, they were faster than mine, whoever or whatever was chasing me wanted me and wanted me bad, the adrenaline pumping through my body forced me too pick up my pace, i yelled for help but for the first time it seemed like the streets of Dallas were completely abandoned, I ran to the hospital, The doors were locked, the man had stopped chasing me, he wouldn't dare to follow me into the brightly lit parking lot, i banged on the door to get somebody's attention, the lobby was empty and dark. “I found out about dad, i should probably go home” my chest was stinging in pain as my adrenaline wore off, my nose was leaking blood and I just wanted to go home, I notice some lights near the garage, I look over and see a brown Sedan leaving and i freeze, I saw the lights fade into the darkness and a stinging sensation washed over my body, as if i was being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles everywhere, i look down at my pale hands, my bleeding nose drips and contrasts my blank white skin, like blood in the snow, i come back to my senses and rush back too my car and get my gun from the glove box and start my car, the drive home was quiet except for some radio music i drowned out, when i got home I stumbled out of my car with my gun and hobble back into my living room, as i close the door behind me the cold follows me in and my house feels like I'm in a freezer. I take my shoes off and go to the bathroom too wash my blood stained hands, my body still stinging from fear, I slowly open the door of my bedroom and see my girlfriends nowhere to be seen, I call her phone but it just rings on the nightstand on her side of the bed, it wasn't even plugged into the charger, a small blood stain on the wall sends me into a panic and I lose my mind, I yell and I cry, then my phone rings, an unsaved number, 12819374192, I hesitantly answer and I hear two women whimpering and weeping, a scary, raspy voice cuts through my silent bedroom through my phone.

“These two little chickens are the last of their coop, without their farmer too protect them, a wolf might eat them, after all, a wolf ate their eggs a long time ago, i am the wolf”

Then I hear the two sobbing women painfully shout something illegible, like their mouths are being gagged. I recognize their voices. It's my mom and my girlfriend.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM YOU BASTARD” I bark, that stinging sensation is growing, it physically hurts now. 

“Andy… your chickens are being eaten” the raspy voice chuckled.

Before i could say anything, i hear my mom scream in horror, as well as my girlfriend before she is cut off with tear and a splash, then a thud, it sounded like cutting into a cup of pudding, i hear more thudding, more screaming, more agony, i have no words, the man on the line does an evil laugh, and i can hear him hit my mother, then she screams and its cut off with a loud bang, accompanied with a large squelch, and a thick liquid dripping onto the floor. 

“I killed them Andy, your moms head is like a nice bouquet of roses, and your girlfriend is sleeping like a baby”

I cant speak, cat got my tongue, i hear the call end, “beep beep beep beep” i sit in this empty room, and think about what i just saw, i hear my phone go off and its the man, he's sending me photos, and as i write this, he's still sending me photos, I have nothing, and I am nothing, i failed too protect the people that i love, and i am a shell of my former self, tonight i will commit suicide, the messy kind, i will die a quick and painless death, for it is what i wish for my loved ones, and for the most part, yeah. I will kill myself and this somber bedroom will forever be my tomb, for i have no family left too pay for my burial, for i have no family left too notice my absence, sure i have friends, but what do they care, they still have lives too attend too, to that man, Fuck you.