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The Peterson's lived in an old house on an old street in an old town. The Peterson's themselves were quite old as well. Steven and his wife Martha had lived in their rickety house for over 20 years. Over time, old houses were torn down to make way for new, modern homes. The Peterson's did their best to keep their house, and have been fighting the city over it for years.
Eventually, Steven died. Martha, being old and having a hard time coping with her husbands death, had a breakdown, and was taken away to a mental institute, where she would spend the rest of her short life. After weeks of the old, rickety house being empty, kids started spreading rumors that the house was haunted, and that Steven's ghost still lived there, and that's why Martha went insane.
One day, John and his friend Eric were riding past the Peterson's home on their bikes, and decided to stop and rest for a minute. John and Eric checked out the windows of the house. Eric then noticed something pecuilar in the window. A silver goblet, sitting in the window on the second floor. "Hey John, I bet you $10 to go and get that goblet." John, who was looking at a dead plant on the same level, shifted his gave over to the goblet in the window. "Pfft, you're on." John walked up the front door of the old, rickety house. He looked at the sign on the door. "Condemmed?" He looked over at his friend. His friend held up a $10 dollar bill. "What? Too chicken?" "I'm not chicken!" John yelled as he ripped off the sign and busted through the door.
John regained his senses and looked around the room. For the house only being vacant a couple of week, it had degraded very fast. The wood floors were already rotting and cracking, the wallpaper was tearing, and the ceiling was already growing some holes. John looked around some more, and saw a couch, some stairs across the room, and an old bunny ear TV set. "This must have been the living room." he said to himself. He took notice of two doors on the wall to the left of him. "Must be the kitchen and dining room." John was about to open up one of the doors and see if his prediction was right, until "staaawaaaay..." John looked around. "Was that.. moaning?" He looked around, trying to see where the sound came from. "I'll just grab the goblet and go." He walked across the living room, towards the stairs.
John walked up the stairs to the second floor. The stairs cracked and creaked under his feet, feeling like they could give away at any moment. John quickly ascended the stairs and took another look around him. He was in a hallway now, with two doors on the right and a few windows on the left wall. Sitting on an end table, next to the window, was the dead plant. "Good, I'm not too far from the goblet." Then, John heard it again, but this time, it was closer and clearer. "Staaaaaay awaaaaaay" John was getting a little frightened at this point. "Pfft, it's just Eric trying to scare me." However, if John had looked out the window, he would have seen his friend Eric still sitting by the bicycles, waiting for John to come out.
John noticed a door at the end of the hallway. "The goblet must be in that room." He told himself. He walked across the creaky, wooden plank floor, towards the door. John tried turning the handle, but it was stuck. He tried turning it again, but it was still stubborn to move. He considered breaking in the door, until he heard the moaning again. "Staay Awaay." John was very scared now, and was about to leave. But then the thought crossed to his mind. "No, no Eric just set this up, he just wants me to run out like a scaredy cat.." If John had any common sense, he would have done something else. Maybe he would have looked out the window to see Eric still sitting on the sidewalk? Maybe he would have left the old creaky house? Anything would have been better then what he did. John tried one more time to open the door, but this time, it opened.
John walked into the room and looked towards the left wall. There it was, the dusty silver goblet, sitting on the table. He hesitated for a moment, wondering what else may be in the room with him. "Staay Awaay" John had made up his mind, he would grab the goblet, and if Eric or anyone jumped out to get him- "Stay Awaay." John took his hand around the goblet, "Stay Awaay", and picked it up. He felt a tingling sensation behind him. John slowly turned around to see the pale ghost of Old Man Peterson. John's feet were rooted to the ground in terror. This wasn't another one of Eric's pranks. "STAY AWAY!!"
Eric was getting worried. "It shouldn't take this long.." He looked up at the window to see John, picking up the goblet. Then, there was a blinding flash of light. Eric called 911, and the cops showed up soon afterwards. They investigated the house to find John, lying on the floor, twitching. "Stay away-staay away-stay away" John kept repeating. Eventually, he was taken to a mental institution. Cops report that on the ground, was a dusty, silver Goblet, hot to the touch. The Peterson's House was torn down on the same day. One day, Eric came to visit his friend John. "Hey John." John looked at his friend with frightened expression. "Stay away-Stay away" "Yes," Eric placed a $10 bill on the table next to his bed. "Stay away."
Did you like my story? This was my first time trying to make a horror story/creepy pasta, so please give me your opinion and maybe some constructive tips? Also, if you liked it, make sure you diamond! Thanks for reading :)
Eventually, Steven died. Martha, being old and having a hard time coping with her husbands death, had a breakdown, and was taken away to a mental institute, where she would spend the rest of her short life. After weeks of the old, rickety house being empty, kids started spreading rumors that the house was haunted, and that Steven's ghost still lived there, and that's why Martha went insane.
One day, John and his friend Eric were riding past the Peterson's home on their bikes, and decided to stop and rest for a minute. John and Eric checked out the windows of the house. Eric then noticed something pecuilar in the window. A silver goblet, sitting in the window on the second floor. "Hey John, I bet you $10 to go and get that goblet." John, who was looking at a dead plant on the same level, shifted his gave over to the goblet in the window. "Pfft, you're on." John walked up the front door of the old, rickety house. He looked at the sign on the door. "Condemmed?" He looked over at his friend. His friend held up a $10 dollar bill. "What? Too chicken?" "I'm not chicken!" John yelled as he ripped off the sign and busted through the door.
John regained his senses and looked around the room. For the house only being vacant a couple of week, it had degraded very fast. The wood floors were already rotting and cracking, the wallpaper was tearing, and the ceiling was already growing some holes. John looked around some more, and saw a couch, some stairs across the room, and an old bunny ear TV set. "This must have been the living room." he said to himself. He took notice of two doors on the wall to the left of him. "Must be the kitchen and dining room." John was about to open up one of the doors and see if his prediction was right, until "staaawaaaay..." John looked around. "Was that.. moaning?" He looked around, trying to see where the sound came from. "I'll just grab the goblet and go." He walked across the living room, towards the stairs.
John walked up the stairs to the second floor. The stairs cracked and creaked under his feet, feeling like they could give away at any moment. John quickly ascended the stairs and took another look around him. He was in a hallway now, with two doors on the right and a few windows on the left wall. Sitting on an end table, next to the window, was the dead plant. "Good, I'm not too far from the goblet." Then, John heard it again, but this time, it was closer and clearer. "Staaaaaay awaaaaaay" John was getting a little frightened at this point. "Pfft, it's just Eric trying to scare me." However, if John had looked out the window, he would have seen his friend Eric still sitting by the bicycles, waiting for John to come out.
John noticed a door at the end of the hallway. "The goblet must be in that room." He told himself. He walked across the creaky, wooden plank floor, towards the door. John tried turning the handle, but it was stuck. He tried turning it again, but it was still stubborn to move. He considered breaking in the door, until he heard the moaning again. "Staay Awaay." John was very scared now, and was about to leave. But then the thought crossed to his mind. "No, no Eric just set this up, he just wants me to run out like a scaredy cat.." If John had any common sense, he would have done something else. Maybe he would have looked out the window to see Eric still sitting on the sidewalk? Maybe he would have left the old creaky house? Anything would have been better then what he did. John tried one more time to open the door, but this time, it opened.
John walked into the room and looked towards the left wall. There it was, the dusty silver goblet, sitting on the table. He hesitated for a moment, wondering what else may be in the room with him. "Staay Awaay" John had made up his mind, he would grab the goblet, and if Eric or anyone jumped out to get him- "Stay Awaay." John took his hand around the goblet, "Stay Awaay", and picked it up. He felt a tingling sensation behind him. John slowly turned around to see the pale ghost of Old Man Peterson. John's feet were rooted to the ground in terror. This wasn't another one of Eric's pranks. "STAY AWAY!!"
Eric was getting worried. "It shouldn't take this long.." He looked up at the window to see John, picking up the goblet. Then, there was a blinding flash of light. Eric called 911, and the cops showed up soon afterwards. They investigated the house to find John, lying on the floor, twitching. "Stay away-staay away-stay away" John kept repeating. Eventually, he was taken to a mental institution. Cops report that on the ground, was a dusty, silver Goblet, hot to the touch. The Peterson's House was torn down on the same day. One day, Eric came to visit his friend John. "Hey John." John looked at his friend with frightened expression. "Stay away-Stay away" "Yes," Eric placed a $10 bill on the table next to his bed. "Stay away."
Did you like my story? This was my first time trying to make a horror story/creepy pasta, so please give me your opinion and maybe some constructive tips? Also, if you liked it, make sure you diamond! Thanks for reading :)
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Anyways, great story.
But seriously, thanks :)
Taken straight from the rules. And I would say it brings a (maybe not that significant) contribution to the Planet Minecraft community. Plus, this isn't really a creepy pasta, it's a kind of scary story.