~Not Mine. Taken from the 크리피파스타 wiki~

We've all had those times, late at night. Maybe you're a little tired, and 당신 turned off your lamp to help 당신 relax, so it's just 당신 and the dull glow of the screen. 당신 hear a little noise behind 당신 and jump. 당신 turn around, and there's a jet-black silhouette of a man in the corner. But as your eyes focus, 당신 realize it's only just your curtain. Damn cat was playing with it again, got it all twisted up. The house was just settling, and your mind jumped to a dark place. Nothing to be afraid of, not really.

That's pareidolia. It happens to everybody at some point, so 당신 shrug it off and go on with your day.

But what if 당신 don't? Is there a tiny, slim chance that you're getting a peek behind the veil of reality, just for a 스플릿, 분할 second? There on the edge of your awareness, where shapes become ambiguous and the rational part of your brain thinks it isn't worth the effort ... maybe that's where the monsters live. So 당신 start paying a little 더 많이 attention. Maybe you're the kind that's afraid of missing out on something, even if that something wants to shove thumbtacks under your eyelids.

Maybe that's just me.

The days go by, and you've always got one little corner of your mind focused on that fuzzy line where vision ends. Nothing noteworthy happens for the longest time, and 당신 start telling yourself what a silly idea this was. Monsters? Please. Just when 당신 start to lay the idea to rest for good, it happens again. A dark shape, something less than a man but 더 많이 than an animal. Two coal-red eyes that ooze hunger. Still, it's only a vague impression of evil. 당신 whip your head around, your 심장 hammering at your ears. Just the damn lamp.

Maybe your brain is just showing 당신 what 당신 expect to be there, 당신 reason. After all, the mind plays tricks to keep reality in line with expectations. Still, you're really interested now. Whatever this is has your attention, and you've never been able to let a thing rest once it piques your curiosity.

당신 become even 더 많이 vigilant. In the back of your mind, 당신 take stock of your peripheral vision. 당신 try to push out further, expanding your vision beyond that impossible-to-place boundary between sight and darkness. You're dedicated to this crazy task now. For nearly three weeks straight 당신 probe, but to no avail. The curtain isn't drawing back any further. 당신 see nothing out of the ordinary, so 당신 give it a rest, once and for all. It's silly to think there's some hidden place between realities, that of billions and billions of people you're the first to notice. 당신 always wanted to be special, didn't you?

So 당신 go back to the humdrum of daily routine. Maybe 당신 were just bored. And then one night, you're back at the computer 읽기 about some political snafu in the Middle-East. You're not really into it, but 당신 couldn't be bothered to find something better to do, not right before bed. The room is dark. It's just like that first night, 당신 muse. The creature colored like 텔레비전 static standing at your shoulder nods slowly and wait that's not right.

당신 jump sideways, twisting as 당신 fall. Nothing there, but nothing in its place either. No lamp, no curtain, no poster, nothing but air in that empty 우주 where it stood. 당신 stare for a good while, rubbing the nasty bump on your head. Finally, 당신 step to the 부엌, 주방 to grab an ice pack from the freezer. Troubled thoughts twist at your brain. Two is a coincidence; three is a trend. You're hooked now. Maybe your mom always told 당신 to quit while 당신 were ahead.

Maybe that's just me.

You're beginning to see the pattern. Nothing happens when you're really paying attention. When you're waking up, in that time before your brain clicks on, when the sun is just rising? Sure. When your guard is down and you're halfway to daydreaming? Definitely. In those gaps where your critical mind gets childlike, that's where the cracks start to show. And weren't there monsters in your closet when 당신 were little, before 당신 knew better?

You're at the office the 다음 day, typing away at your computer. Your brain disengages, and 당신 think back to the night before. It still has 당신 spooked. A thought zigs by, and you're reminded of those nights laying in 침대 when 당신 were just 헤로인 between awareness and dreaming: 당신 could watch your body relax and your breathing even out. Kind of like walking the edge of a razorblade. So, god help you, 당신 start practicing. It's kind of like meditation. 당신 spend some time every morning and night lounging in bed, drinking in that feeling of being on the edge of wakefulness. 당신 can feel it like an intuition, and 당신 start recalling that body memory in the office while you're filling out your busywork.

One fine morning, you're doing your practice and a gaunt, lanky creature with skin the palest white and black holes where its eyes should be strolls past the opening of your cubicle - just to your right, plain as day. 당신 nearly repeat the stunt with the chair again, but 당신 manage to land square on your feet this time. 당신 peek your head around the cubicle wall, and see the back of your coworker Craig as he walks away. He slows to a halt, looks over his shoulder, and gives 당신 a wink before continuing on his way. 당신 and Craig aren't that friendly, and 당신 think 당신 see a smirk on his face. But he was too quick for 당신 to get a good look.

It's just your imagination, right?

... right?