TITLE : BEHIND THE SCREEN
WORDS : 609
GENRE : CREEPYPASTA, HORROR

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Ah, not yet, you told yourself, desperately squeezing your legs while you read the last paragraph of the chapter on the tablet. Pee won't ruin this moment.

It had been a long time since you got some quality time to sneak in a few chapters. While you loved teaching those first graders, you still needed the sweet pleasure of leafing through a book -- well, swiping the screen of the Wattpad app. 

As you finished the last word, you dropped the tablet on the bed and ran all the way to the bathroom.

Without properly closing the door, you dragged the jeans and undergarments and did your deed. 

Glad you were no longer burning with piss, you hurriedly went back to your tablet. You only had two more days before your vacation was over and you were determined to milk each second of it.

Feeling brave, you searched for new creepypasta content. What other place would be better than the tailor-made profile for giving the creeps other than @_ creepy_pasta?

Opening #Microfrights, the app leads you to the last part you read. You scroll down and see part of a black image. Still loading. You sigh in annoyance. 

When you look down again, you are confronted by a black-and-white image of a creature with a mask. You screech and throw the tablet a few centimetres away from you. 

But it's no good.

The image is already imprinted in your mind.

Lanky limbs covered in sparse black material. Skin that looks pale and sickly. The lanky limbs that looked ready to drag you down to hell.

You scramble to a fetal position under your bed. As if it's going to help you.

You wanted creepypatsa but that wasn't what you had in mind. You weren't ready to feel those skinny arms dig into your body. You didn't want the run-down skin to flake all over your room either.

Though, out of all of that, what got to you the most was the neck that twisted eerily. Even as you hid under your bed. You could hear it twist.

No. I'm imagining it. I can't hear sounds from an image.

You tried to block all thoughts of having the creature in your room until you heard it again.

Crack.

Crack.

Silence.

You held your breath. You don't know what you are waiting for. You don't know what you are afraid of.

Creak.

The bed creaked right above you. If you were an inch more to the left, you would feel it. Whatever IT was.

Snap.

The sound filled the air. Just like the sound of you snapping chicken bones.

No, no, no, no, you mentally chanted to yourself but IT was coming.

You exhaled slowly, hoping your hot carbon dioxide would heat the cold air around you.

Creak. The bed's springs sang.

Snap.

You gulped. You closed your eyes. You hugged yourself even closer.

Snap.

You became lightheaded. There was no one to help you. The rest of the family had gone to the beach.

I'm gonna die here like a stupid movie character!  You sniffled. You didn't make a move to wipe your eyes.

Thud! The floorboards groaned but you had your eyes closed. You wanted your last image to be something you loved. Wattpad. Even when it got you here, you still loved it.

Snap.

Snap.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

Your eyes opened to see IT twist its neck eerily.

So much for my last image, you thought.

Even though you didn't die that day, seven days later, you were found stuck INSIDE the Wattpad App.

Some say it is a blessing. But I saw otherwise.

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