Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5613590-20130620093811

...Lucky was watching a creepypasta video on youtube, all alone in the house. During his first video. "CLANG," a fork falls to the floor in the kitchen. Lucky stands up from the comfy red leather couch, despite the ice-cold shiver running down his spine, and slowly starts inching towards the door.

....He pauses as he stares inside the dark room, sucking in a deep breath he leaps for the light switch. Standing on terrified tippy-toes as the light flickers, illuminating the kitchen.

...His eyes scan the floor, when he stiffens. The warm blood rushing to his ears, his face turning paler than a ghost, right hand twitching as he tried not to flinch.

...There, before him, lie a dead rat. Once the panic had subsided, Lucky cautiously approached the dusty dark brown figure resting before him. He pauses midway, glancing at the table, then back at the rat. How did it get the fork? And whats it doing here dead?

...With a scowl on his face, Lucky shuffled to his left, eyes never leaving the dead rat. He finds the tissues he was looking for, and starts pulling out three at a time. Satisfied with the soft white fluffy lump in his hand, Lucky proceeds towards the rat. Gently prodding it with a finger through a tissue, Lucky pauses, before scoopi-

...The rat jumps up and spins around to face Lucky. With a terrified scream, not unlike the high-pitched squeel of a chalkboard, Lucky nearly trips on his own legs as he starts scrambling up the nearest stool.

...The many tissues floated down to the floor, like the feathers of a wing. Lucky fought to get his breath under control. Holding up his hands to see how wildly they trembled, he felt the sudden panic leave his body as he stopped shouting out creatively foul curses.

...His eyes return to the rat, and Lucky is surprised that the rat is still standing there, watching. "SHOO!" Lucky waved an arm to his right, to the door that led to the laundry, and into the backyard.

...Lucky started again but was cut-off by a loud screech. Lucky watched with wide eyes, a horrible cold stone dropped into his gut, making him feel sick. As the rat is standing on its two hind-legs, and lets out a sound, a long and loud call that could only have belonged to a demon with ripped vocal cords.

...Lucky stares as the rat suddenly finishes its loud wail. He watched the rat for a moment longer, paralysis rooting him to the stool, for a moment wishing he was a stool, to escape the rats menacing glare.

...It races outside, a sudden brown blur leading towards the door to the backyard. Lucky perched on the stool for a moment longer, listening intently in case the rat decided to come back.

...Once his body remembered how to move again, Lucky quietly gets down off the stool, and heads towards the backyard door past the dirty pile of clothes in the yellow basket. A hand on the handle, Lucky stares out past the balcony, onto the grass below.

..."Strange." He whispered to himself. "I thought I'd closed this door." And with that Lucky closes the door for the second time, and heads back to the couch as if nothing happened. 