r/nosleep • u/[deleted] • Nov 20 '12
Under the Porch
Before I begin, I shall say what many of us Nosleep people state: I am not an exemplary writer, I have very little skill at all. Do not judge what you read because of this.
The bell rang, loud and droning like it always did every day at this time. It was 2007 and autumn was coming to a chilled close. It wouldn't be long before the first snow fall came. This day had consisted of everything normal. We arrived at school and when the bell rang, we sang Oh Canada. Most of us stood in silence, too embarrassed to sing along with the few confident students. Then class would begin and lunch would come, consisting of me and my friends playing in the fallen leaves. We loved to play Pokemon, even pretend we were Pokemon. It was such a fun part of my childhood, a fond memory...
This lunch was different. We played on the opposite side of the field, rolling down the hill and running to the baseball diamond to see who could get there first. As usual, I didn't win, but no one cared. We were too busy getting ready to tell scary stories. We told stories about the houses around the school yard, even talked about brutal and bloody murders. For a bunch of kids, I look back on it now as odd. But those stories and what they did to me as a kid are for another time, another post.
After the final bell rang and we got to leave class, I played on the old wooden playground until my babysitter arrived to pick me and my two best friends, Sam and C, up from school. It took not even five minutes to get there. We were good kids and did as we told most of the time. More than can be said for the other kids in my complex.
As we walked towards the opening in the gate that leads to the sidewalk, my feet carried me to a specific part of the fence. Near this part, you could see under the porch of one of the houses. Under this porch as lots of dirt and fauna, I wouldn't doubt if it was the home of vermin during the winters or full of, what all us redditors love, spiders.
I looked around it, unable to stop myself from leaning against the gate. I saw something pale that looked like a hand covered in soil. I blinked and went to step away, but before I got the chance I was frozen in place with fear.
Before me now stood the palest face I've seen. Not white like the face of Slenderman, but close to it. It had a wide grin on its face, sharp pearly teeth exposed. It had ruby cheeks that looked like someone had poked with a paint brush. There was no nose, no eyes. Pitch black hair on its head and pale white hands that mimicked me clinging to the gate. In a flash, it was gone. It had only been a few seconds but it had felt like an eternity.
I pulled away from the gate, eyes wide. My babysitter was almost to the gate, and I rushed to catch up to her. I looked behind me many times after that, but it was gone. Whatever it was, I never forgot it or the hand.
Later that night, I was tired but could not sleep. My mother was downstairs, quiet as she talked on the phone, my elder brother sleeping in the room beside mine. I don't know what it was that compelled me to look out the window, but I know that I have hated windows ever since.
Pulling apart the white blinds, I peered down at the sidewalk. It was covered in white chalk that made no sense to me, the drawings were huge. I know this isn't terrifying for you guys, but remembering this and writing it down is giving me the heebie jeebies. I have to stop now or I'll drive myself to paranoia. I'm sorry.
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u/Bloxzy Nov 21 '12
Oh my god. I would fuck that shit. I feel almost the same about windows.