Post by sassywhofarted on Mar 10, 2015 10:09:18 GMT -4
Anyone want to read the Creepypasta I made up last night? It's about Cacturnes.
Warning: For those that get scared easily or are afraid of Cacturnes, don't read this.
A boy was walking alone. It was night. Don't walk out into the Hoenn desert at night, they said. Well, he didn't mean to, he's just been lost for so long that he just got lost, and he ended up waling till nightfall. There are no Cacturnes in this desert, he said to himself. People might have seen some, but no one has ever proven Cacturnes live here...
At some point of the night he sees a glimpse of yellow. Nothing to worry about, he tells himself. But a set of yellow eyes appear in front of him. The boy freezes in shock and fear. He stares unwaveringly at the eyes, and the eyes stare unwaveringly at him. After a moment, and without thinking, he backs away slowly, but he finds a sharp pain in his back. He looks behind him and finds more floating eyeballs. He looks around, still not able to think from his fear, but he finds a spot where the eyes aren't there, and starts wallkng. He notices the sound of footsteps behind him, and a weird horrid smell, it smells like rotting flesh.
The boy's brain finally starts to work, and he can't tell if they're really there or imaginary. He reaches into his pack and searches for his flashlight. It takes him a while, but he eventually finds it. He looks at the eyes, which presumably are Cacturnes, behind him. They react harshly to the light, back off a bit, and make a loud hissing sound that sounds like an Australian rain stick. He finds what has been making that weird smell. The Cacturnes were dragging along the body of a boy who looked possibly 12 or 13, two or three years older than himself. He looks to see if the boy is alive, but the body is unmoving and doesn't make a sound. Well, the boy was scared and resolved to continue walking ahead without looking back again. Who cares about the other kid, he's dead. The eyes continue to walk behind him, and he could still hear their footsteps.
Soon the sun had risen, and the boy couldn't here the footsteps anymore. He looks back and doesn't see the eyes, nor the Cacturnes behind him. Strangely enough, he very soon finds the end of the desert.
Warning: For those that get scared easily or are afraid of Cacturnes, don't read this.
A boy was walking alone. It was night. Don't walk out into the Hoenn desert at night, they said. Well, he didn't mean to, he's just been lost for so long that he just got lost, and he ended up waling till nightfall. There are no Cacturnes in this desert, he said to himself. People might have seen some, but no one has ever proven Cacturnes live here...
At some point of the night he sees a glimpse of yellow. Nothing to worry about, he tells himself. But a set of yellow eyes appear in front of him. The boy freezes in shock and fear. He stares unwaveringly at the eyes, and the eyes stare unwaveringly at him. After a moment, and without thinking, he backs away slowly, but he finds a sharp pain in his back. He looks behind him and finds more floating eyeballs. He looks around, still not able to think from his fear, but he finds a spot where the eyes aren't there, and starts wallkng. He notices the sound of footsteps behind him, and a weird horrid smell, it smells like rotting flesh.
The boy's brain finally starts to work, and he can't tell if they're really there or imaginary. He reaches into his pack and searches for his flashlight. It takes him a while, but he eventually finds it. He looks at the eyes, which presumably are Cacturnes, behind him. They react harshly to the light, back off a bit, and make a loud hissing sound that sounds like an Australian rain stick. He finds what has been making that weird smell. The Cacturnes were dragging along the body of a boy who looked possibly 12 or 13, two or three years older than himself. He looks to see if the boy is alive, but the body is unmoving and doesn't make a sound. Well, the boy was scared and resolved to continue walking ahead without looking back again. Who cares about the other kid, he's dead. The eyes continue to walk behind him, and he could still hear their footsteps.
Soon the sun had risen, and the boy couldn't here the footsteps anymore. He looks back and doesn't see the eyes, nor the Cacturnes behind him. Strangely enough, he very soon finds the end of the desert.
