lost hope

 I don't know why im writing this. I really have no clue, its pointless I know. All that will happen is that this will be read by some “creepypasta” fanatic but, its a last resort thing I guess, my last testament. Nobody believes me, no one ever listens, they think I crazy. Hell the only reason im writing this shit down is because im scared out of my wits and I don't know whats gonna happen next. I guess there’s a small chance that some one will take this seriously, but I  doubt it.

  It all started about 7 years ago I wanna say, or that’s when I started to really notice things. Started paying attention to my surroundings. I was 10, my parents have divorced I blamed myself for a  long time. I have no idea why it would have been my fault in the first place it was a very dysfunctional family. My mo moved out and took me and my brother ans sister with her to an apartment across town. That’s when things started to escalate. I've noticed this stuff before, I have lived with it all my life after all but something happened that changed everything.

  Ok, you know what. Ill start at the beginning, I wasn’t going to cuz I didn’t think I  would have time but its gone for now.

  I lived in a duplex i remember almost everything about it. Small kitchen, enough room for  a small round table and some walking room, stairs that lead from the living room to the bedrooms upstairs. I lived in this atrocity of a house till I was about 3 years old. We moved out when my  little brother was around 1.

  I remember one thing about this house more than all else, something that has haunted me for years and I dont think it will ever go away. A monkey, well that’s what my child mind interpreted it as. It would sit there on my dresser and watch me, with cold yellow eyes, a silhouette against the shadows when I would call for my mother it would stand up and start screaming at me. Screaming like it was angry or in deep pain, maybe in pure hatred. It would bang those cymbals together like crazy and jump up and down like an animal with rabies in a cage. It tormented me every night for about 2 years.

 I didn’t know why we moved out until later, apparently my dad saw something but that’s all he would tell me for years. When we moved into our new house a few miles away from the first one I felt better, it was nicer, bigger and it was peaceful. I thought. That monkey followed me. I assumed it was just my  mind playing tricks on me so I pushed it aside, but I  lay awake with my eyes closed just about every night. I didn’t tell anybody because nobody believed me in the first place. My father finished the basement and I moved in down there when I was about 8.  one of the worst decisions I have ever made. I woke up bleeding from my head a few times, in the bathroom, sometimes upstairs, I figured I was just a heavy sleep walker until my dads security system he installed a few months later caught something. It was me, I stood up from my bed and walked upstairs, I threw some pillows in the fridge, something I did quite often when I would sleepwalk.  Then it got freaky, I walked to the stairs and it looked like I was pushed from behind. I fell and broke my arm but I didn’t wake up until about 8 in the morning when my dad found me.

  I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to, I just don’t have the words to do so.

  After my mother moved out of the house, things escalated drastically. We moved into a two story apartment it was a nice place. My little brother who was showing early onset symptoms of autism at this time wasn’t doing so good. He had a history of not being the healthiest baby, after he was born he had to be put on a special formula to nurse him back to health that made him turn orange for the longest time. Im not sure why that’s relevant, im just nervous. Anyway, me and him shared a room. I would sit up at nights and listen to him scream in his sleep. Like he was having the worst nightmares imaginable. This went on for quite some time, but he only did it when he was in the apartment.

  Around the same time my brother was having nightly freak outs and my mother was having multiple visitors I kept seeing this figure out of the corner of my eye. A tall dark shadow where no man would be standing. It had pale yellow eyes and looked like it was wearing some kind of trench coat. Every time I would look over at it it would disappear. So I just cast the thought out of my head.

  It looks like I don’t have much time now, hes back. I don’t know what he plans to do he might just watch me, or he might attack. Ill make this quick. My name is Justin, im 19, I had a good life considering the circumstances. Im scared for my life, I don’t know what to do, he just watches me, he moves around every now and then and only I can see him. It took me a while but I figured out who he is and it scares the shit out of me. I should have never went back to that house. Ill make this quick, give anybody out there willing to read my last testament an understanding. I went and revisited the duplex about a year ago. There was a happy couple living there with a  3 year old daughter, they were looking to moe out and sell the place so I pretended I was looking to move in. they gave me a tour, showed me the first floor and then we went up stairs. We walked into the room that used to be mine, now it was their daughters, I got dizzy and light headed. But I tried to ignore it. The husband, frank, started pointing out the features of the room and the diameters, floor space and such. I remember saying something, but I don’t know what exactly, then the baby started to cry. The wife, her name was Anne, took the baby out of the room and went downstairs. I waved and was just about to have a conversation with frank when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye move into the room. It stood in the middle of the room and looked at me, I saw its smile, white glistening teeth. So human like yet the smile was abnormally large for a human, and those yellow eyes staring back at me. I was frozen in fear I couldn’t stifle a single word. Frank, looking the same way I was said'
 “ Are you seeing this?”
then It disappeared.

  I knew where it was going, “Frank! Get to your wife.”
“go now!”
  he ran down stairs and I shortly followed, still shaken, but I know they would need me. I saw frank frozen at the bottom of the stairs staring straight ahead. I ran to his side and looked in the direction he was and saw the shadow, its hand on his wife, her eyes wide with fear, the baby in her hands. She wasnt moving and all I could see was the smile this thing had on its face. Frank as frozen in absolute fear.

  I jumped over the railing of the stairs and pulled out of my pocket a small bible  carry with me, ripped my cross off my neck and  held it towards the being.

  Chanting a verse from the book I now held a powerful wind picked up and Anne screamed bloody murder, there was a deafening roar that echoed throughout the house then all was silent. I looked up, Anne was on the floor her shoulder bleeding, got up from my knees and walked out the door. I needed air I took 5 steps out the front door, threw up and collapsed. Frank rushed to my side and helped me back inside and asked if I was ok. I said I was fine and he should worry about his family. I stayed to help clean the place up and  left without another word. I gave frank my number and said to call me if anything happens again. He just nodded.

  Since then ive been followed by this thing. Nobody can help me, everyone I ask say that its of no use, ive pretty much given up hope. This is my last chance to get the word out. Its name is hope. It feeds off that sliver of light you have left when all you have left is despair. Theres no fighting it, no running. Just waiting, it never stops and never gives up, the more you think about it the less its there but when you do it comes back stronger than ever. It lives off the fear you have fro losing the hope you once had. That breaking point is whe it strikes when you realize theres nothing left to live for. It lurks in our deepest emotions waiting for us to give up. Please, somebody read this, it may be your last chance.

  He just got up, goodbye, this is my end. I hope I was help to yo