CREEPYPASTA: The Spectator

That August afternoon, the town rested under a blazing sun. A bored Will was lied down on the bed, nothing to do. He decided to take the phone and texted his buddy, Nick.

“Cinema later?”

And the reply did not put up a fight.

“See you at 5”

Will headed for the cinema, at the end of the street, not so far from home. He could distinguish his friend’s shape only a few steps away, he waved him vigorously.

Both guys paid for the tickets and entered in the cinema where they acquired a pair of popcorn cones and coke. The film will be screened on the room 4. Once in the cinema room, they started to talk about the last football match, waiting for the lights to turn off and the movie began.

Will noticed something. They were the only spectators in the room, except for another more person. The shape of a man, seated in the other side of the room three rows below they were, threw a thin shadow on the screen. This person caught Will’s attention and, staring at him for a few seconds, he realized the stranger did not move, he was static, his head firmly directed towards the screen. Will was already watching him when the lights dimmed and the movie began. Then, the peculiar spectator turned his head towards they were and Will just could see two little bizarre sparkles on his face because the darkness flooded the whole room.

Suddenly a shiver ran down Will's spine. That person perturbed him terribly. He just wanted to get out the room. He wished to come back home as soon as possible. The spectator was staring at them for a few seconds and turned his head towards the screen again.

“Nick, don’t you feel something unusual here?”, Will whispered. His buddy shrug their shoulders. “I think we should go”.

“Are you kidding me, dude?”, Nick was confused.

“Trust on me, get out of here now”. Will take his friend arm and stood up. And the strange stood up. Now a tall skinny shape emerged in the shadows. The spectator was staring at them, moving no muscles. It made Will's blood ran cold, he started to gasp.

That person began to moved forward, getting closer and closer slowly. Will struggled between hopping the seats or escaping through the corridor. But that man was on the corridor and did not stop the march. He was as near that they could analyse a crooked neck, bony arms and legs. The light of the movie reflected on his bald misshapen head. He moved awkwardly, very slow.

He stretched his slender arm out, trying to reach the kids, and they could perceive a foul-smelling odor and an unpleasant cold feeling.

The boys hopping the seats and ran to the room doors. A shocking disturbing scream filled the room up. The boys were shaking with fear. They reached the doors but they were closed so they started to beat them desperately. They could hear those terrible screams moving closer. Will closed his eyes, praying for his life, feeling lost and unhopeful.

And then the door opened. An astonishing usher was looking at them from the other side of the door. The children threw into his arms, trembling, making aware of coming back no more.

At night, the same usher waited for all the spectators to leave the cinema. He took the sweeper and entered in the room 4. He swept the popcorns the frightened boys dropped.

“Death is not enough food for you?”

And two little twinkles threatened him from the darkness.

The Chapter Hunter