Your Worst Nightmare
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β 'tis is my (ooc) own creative product, based on creepypasta, urban legends, children bedtime and fairytale stories which I modified a little to suit my dark imagination
β bare in mind I might occasionally include blood and/or violence but I still followed the site rules of PG13 to its own safety
β 'tis is my (ooc) own creative product, based on creepypasta, urban legends, children bedtime and fairytale stories which I modified a little to suit my dark imagination
β bare in mind I might occasionally include blood and/or violence but I still followed the site rules of PG13 to its own safety
Last edited by Millie Ann on 13 Sep 2026, 14:14, edited 2 times in total.
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Your Worst Nightmare
The Twin and The Sweets-Giver Granny
___My mom used to read me a bedtime story when I was a kid. Every night without a fail. From the mainstream dreamy princess stories like Cinderella or Snow White, the magical one like in Peter Pan, and the scary beast like in Red Riding Hood. As I remembered, I liked and enjoyed all of the stories my mom told me. Until I turned ten years old, I begged her to stopped doing so, thought that I'm not a kid anymore.
___Long story short, I've got my diploma and started looking for a job not far from my childhood home. Met a nice guy couple years ago and decided to marry. And now, my new little happy family completed with my children Allen (the older) and Casey (the younger). My mom, who I and my husband decided to stay with us after my dad's passing, loved to play with her grandchildren and continuing her habit as she did to me to read a bedtime story to the twin. Since I was sometimes quite busy with my job and my husband recently got promoted, we just glad that their grandma is there with our children. But sadly, she didn't have much chance to do so once she diagnosed with stroke and followed my dad to the heaven five monts later.
___In that time, I felt the despair I've never feel about. It took quite some time for me to recover and gave a final choice to focus with my children. I took them to their playground, watching them played with another children while I was sitting arround other parents, talking this and that. On our back home, I took the time to stopped by at the nearest convenience store, buying them their favorite snacks.
___It was just another Tuesday, I was preparing the twin's lunch. For some reason, both of them getting more chattier than usual even their voices can be heard when they were still in their rooms, which was just upstairs of the kitchen. Once lunch ready, I called them, and they sat, still with their chatty mouth.
___"What're you guys talking about?" I asked them.
___"Granny Em gave us this delicious cookies," Casey said enthusiastically while pulling out a small plastic pouch from her jacket, shows me a homemade choco chips cookies inside.
___"And tomorrow, she promises will give us candies if we came back to her place!" Allen exclaimed while took a feed of his own lunch.
___I'd said nothing at what they just said. Granny Em, or Emeline, is our neighbour. She actually older than my parents, and I actually haven't see her again these days. She lives alone. Her children has their own live and job in another country and could only came back when Thanksgiving or Christmas. While my children mentioned her, I then took an initiative to have a visit myself after this, giving her some pasta as a thank you for the sweets she gave to Allen and Casey.
___"Hello, Em?" I knocked on her back door since she liked to watching her garden, but strangely it seems unkempt. "Emeline? It's me! Are you there?" I knocked louder this time, and tried to peeked inside from the window. Curtain closed tight.
___Then suddenly, I smelled something that obviously not from my pasta nor even the unkempt garden around this backyard of Em's. It's sort of foul smell that I reflexively closed my nose with my free hand. Shock, stunned at the same time, I quickly turned back home. Fast. And called the police immediately.
___Long story short, I've got my diploma and started looking for a job not far from my childhood home. Met a nice guy couple years ago and decided to marry. And now, my new little happy family completed with my children Allen (the older) and Casey (the younger). My mom, who I and my husband decided to stay with us after my dad's passing, loved to play with her grandchildren and continuing her habit as she did to me to read a bedtime story to the twin. Since I was sometimes quite busy with my job and my husband recently got promoted, we just glad that their grandma is there with our children. But sadly, she didn't have much chance to do so once she diagnosed with stroke and followed my dad to the heaven five monts later.
___In that time, I felt the despair I've never feel about. It took quite some time for me to recover and gave a final choice to focus with my children. I took them to their playground, watching them played with another children while I was sitting arround other parents, talking this and that. On our back home, I took the time to stopped by at the nearest convenience store, buying them their favorite snacks.
___It was just another Tuesday, I was preparing the twin's lunch. For some reason, both of them getting more chattier than usual even their voices can be heard when they were still in their rooms, which was just upstairs of the kitchen. Once lunch ready, I called them, and they sat, still with their chatty mouth.
___"What're you guys talking about?" I asked them.
___"Granny Em gave us this delicious cookies," Casey said enthusiastically while pulling out a small plastic pouch from her jacket, shows me a homemade choco chips cookies inside.
___"And tomorrow, she promises will give us candies if we came back to her place!" Allen exclaimed while took a feed of his own lunch.
___I'd said nothing at what they just said. Granny Em, or Emeline, is our neighbour. She actually older than my parents, and I actually haven't see her again these days. She lives alone. Her children has their own live and job in another country and could only came back when Thanksgiving or Christmas. While my children mentioned her, I then took an initiative to have a visit myself after this, giving her some pasta as a thank you for the sweets she gave to Allen and Casey.
___"Hello, Em?" I knocked on her back door since she liked to watching her garden, but strangely it seems unkempt. "Emeline? It's me! Are you there?" I knocked louder this time, and tried to peeked inside from the window. Curtain closed tight.
___Then suddenly, I smelled something that obviously not from my pasta nor even the unkempt garden around this backyard of Em's. It's sort of foul smell that I reflexively closed my nose with my free hand. Shock, stunned at the same time, I quickly turned back home. Fast. And called the police immediately.
|*clue/reference/inspo: Hansel & Gretel |
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Your Worst Nightmare
Jump, Jump, Knock
___"No, it's real!" My friend put on the uncommon serious face. "I heard the voice! The sound like someone jumping ... just outside my house. Around nine or ten at night."
___We looked at each other, gulped.
___Just moment ago, we're gossiping about the rumor of ghost that terrorizing our neighborhood lately. It is still unsure yet but for the some part of us in X Block or XX Block had said that it was true. Including this one of friends of mine. Her house actually quite far from mine so, yeah, I still doubting her remarks since I have heard nothing around my own block.
___"But the other said it also knocked your door and said salam just like ordinary guest?" asked another friends of mine.
___"Dunno. Maybe it came to another house which is not mine. I heard nothing beside that jumping sound."
___Again, we're looking at each other. Speechless. Don't know what to say anymore. Until our homeroom teacher enter the class and the first lesson for today had officially begun.
___At night, maybe around eight, I'm watching TV with my parents. My favorite broadcast, actually, that listing sevens interesting things per each theme randomly per session of commercial ads. It got interesting when it is Thursday night because the theme specifically focusing on horror or mystery topics. But since today is Monday, topic for today is about places around the world I've never been around before.
___I got sleepy when the clock reach nine, and my Mom already pushed me to brushed my teeth and prepare to go to sleep. I go to the restroom quickβI just hate this tiny, narrow, and quite dark toilet of usβand walked back to my room.
___But before I hit the bed, I suddenly heard the loud knock. From the front door of my house! We're sure of it because my room is not that far from it and my parents still in their place where I left them while watching TV, only the lamp had turned off.
___The knocked sounds off. Like it forced strongly by a somewhat huge thing banging on the door, not by hand. I stomped out off my room, nervously looking at my parents who also confused by it. When they just stay still like that, the act I knows well they intended to ignore whoever come at this late, the we heard a low, hoarse voice of salam coming just behind that door. My parents looking at each other, but I suddenly freaked out.
___I quickly grabbed my dad's hand who seems like to opens that door, gripped his hand tight, and shaking my head vigorously. He looking at me full of question, but I just shakes my head nonstop, tightening my sealed lips to each other.
___The knocked still repeated, the salam said once more. Until we heard our neighbor come out of his house just beside us; shouts, insults, and read a prayers loudly and until the knocked behind our door disappear out of thin air.
___Only in that moment I loose my grip on my dad's hand as he finally open the door and talking to our neighbor who still outside.
___And for tonight, I don't want to sleep alone.
___We looked at each other, gulped.
___Just moment ago, we're gossiping about the rumor of ghost that terrorizing our neighborhood lately. It is still unsure yet but for the some part of us in X Block or XX Block had said that it was true. Including this one of friends of mine. Her house actually quite far from mine so, yeah, I still doubting her remarks since I have heard nothing around my own block.
___"But the other said it also knocked your door and said salam just like ordinary guest?" asked another friends of mine.
___"Dunno. Maybe it came to another house which is not mine. I heard nothing beside that jumping sound."
___Again, we're looking at each other. Speechless. Don't know what to say anymore. Until our homeroom teacher enter the class and the first lesson for today had officially begun.
___At night, maybe around eight, I'm watching TV with my parents. My favorite broadcast, actually, that listing sevens interesting things per each theme randomly per session of commercial ads. It got interesting when it is Thursday night because the theme specifically focusing on horror or mystery topics. But since today is Monday, topic for today is about places around the world I've never been around before.
___I got sleepy when the clock reach nine, and my Mom already pushed me to brushed my teeth and prepare to go to sleep. I go to the restroom quickβI just hate this tiny, narrow, and quite dark toilet of usβand walked back to my room.
___But before I hit the bed, I suddenly heard the loud knock. From the front door of my house! We're sure of it because my room is not that far from it and my parents still in their place where I left them while watching TV, only the lamp had turned off.
___The knocked sounds off. Like it forced strongly by a somewhat huge thing banging on the door, not by hand. I stomped out off my room, nervously looking at my parents who also confused by it. When they just stay still like that, the act I knows well they intended to ignore whoever come at this late, the we heard a low, hoarse voice of salam coming just behind that door. My parents looking at each other, but I suddenly freaked out.
___I quickly grabbed my dad's hand who seems like to opens that door, gripped his hand tight, and shaking my head vigorously. He looking at me full of question, but I just shakes my head nonstop, tightening my sealed lips to each other.
___The knocked still repeated, the salam said once more. Until we heard our neighbor come out of his house just beside us; shouts, insults, and read a prayers loudly and until the knocked behind our door disappear out of thin air.
___Only in that moment I loose my grip on my dad's hand as he finally open the door and talking to our neighbor who still outside.
___And for tonight, I don't want to sleep alone.
|*clue/reference/inspo: Pocong Keliling (around 2009/2010) |
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