Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors is a scary creepypasta story with a shocking ending. See if you can guess what the twist is before you get to the end of the story. Leave a comment and let us know at what point you figured it out.

Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

I was adopted. I never knew my real mother; rather, I knew her at one time but I left her side when I was too little to be able to remember. I loved my adopted family though. They were so kind to me. I ate well, I lived in a warm and comfortable house, and I got to stay up pretty late.

Let me tell you about my family. First, there’s my mother, Janice. I never called her Mom or anything like that. She didn’t mind at all though. I don’t think she even noticed. She was a very kind and affectionate woman. Sometimes I would lie my head in her lap as we watched television and she would stroke the back of my neck with her fingers.

Second, there’s my father. His real name was Richard, but he never really liked me much so I began to refer to him as Dad in a desperate attempt to gain his affection. It didn’t work. I think that no matter what I called him, he would never love me as much as his own child. That’s understandable so I really didn’t press the matter. The most notable attribute of Dad was his unmoving sternness. He was not afraid to pop his children when they did something wrong. He didn’t hesitate to spank me. Well, I’m in line and it’s because of his methods.

Lastly, is my sister. Little Emily was really young when I was adopted, so we were about the same age, but she was slightly older. I liked to think of her as my little sister, though. We got along better than any siblings could possibly get along. We would always stay up late together and just talk. Well, she did a lot of the talking; I mostly just listened because I loved her. It was a great setup that we had! We were short on bedrooms, so and I didn’t want to sleep in the living room by myself. She let me sleep on the floor, next to her bed. This is where I have slept ever since. I enjoyed being close to her and I have always felt very protective of my little sister.

One horrible Wednesday night, everything changed. I was at home taking a nap when little Emily opened the front door. The sound of the door opening woke me from my slumber and I walked down the hall to the living room. That’s when I first remembered it was Wednesday. I was never any good at keeping track of what day it was. Actually I’ll just go ahead and say it: My sense of time was HORRIBLE! But nevertheless, I knew it was Wednesday because Emily had just come home from her Church’s youth group gathering. She walked in the front door and hugged me, and then was followed in by Dad and Janice.

“Did you have a good nap?” Janice asked as she ruffled my hair. I just shook my head away and snorted.

“Don’t you snort at your mother like that!” said my father gruffly. He shut the door behind him and hung up his coat. Emily went upstairs to her bedroom and I followed. She started telling me about her day. You know… usual teenage girl stuff. But I listened so that she would feel better. After her summary she suggested watching TV and I obliged and jumped onto the couch as she was going for the remote. She rolled her eyes at my little-brother-like immaturity and scooted me over and sat down. The TV turned on and we watched it together until the sun went down. Emily was the kind of girl that- instead of watching cartoons and soap operas- would rather watch Discovery and Animal Planet and Natural Geographic. I like those too so I didn’t mind. Actually, those were the only channels that can hold my attention.

It got late and Janice walked up behind the sofa. “Emily it’s past your bedtime. Turn off the television and go to your room. You too.” she pointed at me. Emily turned off the program we were watching grudgingly and stood up. She started down the hallway to our room. As I followed I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

We went into our room and Emily turned off the light. Just as she did, I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. It was outside the window, but as soon as I looked back again, whatever it was that I thought I saw was gone. I still remained alert, for my sister’s sake.

I laid there in the darkness with nothing but the thin ray of light from the street lamp outside to illuminate the room. It wasn’t much. Time and time again I could have sworn that I heard subtle sounds just outside the window… a twig breaking, leaves crunching, clothes rustling, and all the while I could smell a faint stench of sweat and blood. I kept my eyes open most of the night.

The sounds outside subsided and the smell left my nose. I began to feel at ease and my eyelids gradually closed.

Not long after that, I heard a very loud crash on the other side of the house. I was up in an instant. “THERE’S SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE!” I barked with extreme adrenaline coursing through me. “Wake up!” I shrilly pleaded with Emily. She did, and as soon as I saw her sit up I ran to my parent’s room…

Dad was dead. His neck was sliced open and blood spilled out of the gaping wound, forming a puddle on the floor. I saw that the bathroom door was closed and standing in front of it was a strange man.

He was very large and rugged. He turned around and saw me and that’s when I saw his face for the first time. I will never forget it. His eyes were small, beady, cold and twisted with evil intent. His beard was unkempt, his clothes were dirty and his face was smeared with blood. Just then, I noticed the same horrid smell of sweat and blood from earlier, but this time it was overwhelming.

He saw me and grinned, displaying a set of crooked yellow teeth. That smile threw me off. I thought that I was about to die, but then he turned back to the bathroom door completely unperturbed by my presence. I was terrified and didn’t no what to do. I just yelled and cried. I watched as he shouldered through door that was Mom’s only protection. I watched as he raised the large razor that he was carrying. I watched as he sliced her open and tore her to shreds…

I then heard something; the last thing that I wanted to hear… It was Emily’s scream coming from behind me. The large man stared at my little sister, then stood up and quickly started walking toward us. My sister turned and ran. He rushed past me and went straight after her. Why was she still in the house? Why didn’t she get away? Now she was as good as dead and I was the only one who could save her.

I ran after them. I expected the man to kill her as he had the rest of my family, but I was sadly mistaken. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her through the house… I was making as much noise as I could now, hoping and praying that someone would come to my aid. He caught Emily and plced his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.

As he passed me I backed up against the wall and whimpered with terror, “Why?”

He gave another crooked grin and a very cold, unnatural laugh and said, “Keep quiet. There’s a good boy.”

I followed him helplessly as he dragged my sister to the front door. He opened it, pulled her outside and immediately slammed it shut behind him.

I am now sitting in the house with the dead bodies of my adopted parents, shivering and whimpering with dismay. He’s somewhere out there with Emily, doing who-knows-what to her and there’s nothing I can do to save her. I would if I could, but I can’t. I would chase after them in a heartbeat, but I can’t. I sit here, looking at the front door. I look down at my paws. If only I could open doors…

Comments

  1. Princess Of The Dead says

    I got it right from the beggining because this is the second time Im reading the story

  2. my crush love me too says

    “Stroke the back of my neck”(showing that the narrator is an animal) “smell the faint stench of blood and sweat” and “barking with extreme adrenaline (showing that it was a dog… I mean, only dog has a great sniffing skill and can bark)… I’ve figured it out before read the end of the story :v…

  3. Creepyloverx says

    @GhostFreak I love anime and manga! I totally LOL at myself when I read the comments and found out he was a dog coz I thought he was a boy or sumthin

  4. Rachellioes says

    I realized that he was a dog when it said he barked that someone was in the house. I know that barked can be used for humans too but I thought it was little weird that they used it in there

  5. Lex says

    i figured it was an animal after the second paragraph…then i realized it was a dog right after.

  6. kaemicchi says

    I was going to be sad and teary-eyed but when I read “paws”. I was like, oh, okay. *laughs*

  7. Toxic_Nutella says

    @BLOODY ALICORN he is a dog. Reread the story and you will see how they wrote “bark” instead of “meow” or whatever

  8. ♥ BLOODY ALICORN ♥ says

    Guys, just because he has paws doesn’t mean he is a dog, he could be a cat. Second: HE TALKED!!! THEY HAVE A TALKING PET!!!!! DID ANYONE ELSE REALIZE THAT?!

  9. PurpleGirlTheHorrorFan says

    oh. that was a twisted story. poor dog. i didn’t realize until the end of the story o.o

  10. Kema says

    Ah so he was a dog the whole time…looking down at his paws gave it away. Interesting story poor doggy now he has nobody ; ;

  11. Rainbow Phantom says

    I am an absolute genius!I figured it out as soon as he said I looked down at my paws.Poor puppy!To feel so utterly helpless.

  12. lizett says

    First I thought (he) was a girl then when it said and be a good boy I was li8ke he’s a boy not a girl then he said I looked down at my paws I was like what he is a dog for real I did not see that coming

  13. hikerpiker64 says

    I figured out he was some kind of animal at the end of paragraph 2, if someone did that to a human being, that would be VERY awkward.

  14. magicsiren91 says

    At the end of the fourth paragraph when he is speaking about his little sister being older. That was a pretty good twist :)

  15. Phantom-Menace-Wolf says

    Didn’t see that one coming although i’m suprised he didn’t kill the dog aswell

  16. BloodymaryBloodymaryBloodymary says

    @sweetmelody That’s what I thought, too! Because (s)he said they would never forget that face, and there was a strange man. And I thought he was mad at the father and then he killed everyone else so I thought the whole family! I was WAY off too!

  17. sweetmelody says

    Wow Unexpected! I thought the murderer was his blood Father but I was WAAAAAAAY off.

  18. lizett says

    Frist I thought he was a girl not a boy and then I didn’t knew he was a dog cuz the guy said and be a good boy so I was like he is a boy not a girl and then I was like what he’s a dog really. Nice could have guess it

  19. Kish says

    To be honest I did figure out he was some kind of animal when he stated that he could sleep on his sister’s floor everyday, I mean what else does that? XD and also the fact that the killer said “keep quiet…there’s a good boy” My dad always says that to my dog, or stuff like “sit…there’s a good boy” so I pretty much figured he was a dog or cat.
    Also when they sat down to watch tv he “jumped onto the couch” that was the green light of him being an animal XD
    But then I began to doubt him being an animal and at one point when the killer kept ignoring him I though he was a ghost…
    So yeah, its only because you gave me the heads up SFK, that I read while taking down all the important points or else I would have been shocked at the end XD

  20. ghostfreak says

    I knew it was a dog or a car by the third paragraph …good story

    By the way does anyone here like anime or read manga

  21. DarkRose says

    Yep he’s a dog, I read this before somewhere, I still love the twist at the end despite that!

  22. happenstance says

    @dragon dance I figured it was like he was “Adopted” I thought he was kidnapped

  23. DragonDance says

    It made more sense when I read the story one more time since I knew how it ended,and I figured out in some parts in the story, they actually give you a little hint. I am not a genius, so yeah, the clues weren’t a much help for me when I read it the first time. :P The story was awesome, didn’t waste my time and wasn’t very long compared to most of the creepy pastas.

  24. DragonDance says

    So…. he was a dog the whole time…?? Loved the twist in the end!(..If I am correct about the “dog-thingy”..) :D

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