Out of over 150 Creepypasta Stories I've written and published on my Substack this is the top-rated and certified, scariest Creepypasta story ever written, chosen by you, my readers...

She Knows You're Awake

The first time I saw her; I was six years old.

I had woken up in the middle of the night and, for whatever reason, I didn’t turn over. I just lay there, staring at my bedroom wall, half-asleep.

That’s when I felt it.

A presence.

Not just in my room, directly behind me…

I didn’t move. I didn’t even blink. But every inch of my body knew someone was standing there, right next to my bed, so close I should be able to feel their breath on my neck.

And then, I heard her.

A whisper, impossibly low, right by my ear:

"I know you're awake."

I snapped my eyes shut and willed myself to stay still. My mom had always told me that if I ever felt scared at night, I should just close my eyes and wait for morning.

So, I did.

And eventually, I drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up, the room was empty. Sunlight streamed through my window, and I convinced myself it had been a dream.

Until the next night.

I woke up again. Same feeling. Same presence.

But this time, before I could do anything, something brushed against my hair.

Fingers.

They were thin and cold, running gently over my head.

"I know you're awake."

I don’t know how I had the strength to keep my eyes shut, but I did. I lay there, stiff, for what felt like hours.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

In the morning, my door was wide open.

I started sleeping with the lights on after that. My parents never believed me, of course. Said it was nightmares, that my imagination was running wild.

But I never imagined the bruises.

Tiny, dark fingerprints on my arms, my ankles, my wrists.

Like someone had been holding me down.

She came back many times over the years. Sometimes I’d go months without her. Sometimes she’d visit me every night. Always standing behind me. Always whispering.

"I know you're awake."

I never saw her. Never turned around.

I learned that if I didn’t react, if I didn’t move, she would eventually leave.

Until last night.

I woke up to the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

She wasn’t behind me anymore.

She was under my bed.

I felt her there, just inches below me, pressed up against the mattress.

The whisper came from directly beneath my pillow.

"I know you're awake."

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.

Then the mattress shifted.

Something was crawling out.

I ran.

I didn’t stop running until I was outside, standing in the freezing night air, barefoot on the pavement. I stayed out there until sunrise.

I haven’t gone back inside yet.

Because when I ran out of my room, I swear, out of the corner of my eye,

I saw my blankets lift.

And something long and thin start to crawl out.

The creepypasta story you’ve just read is part of my collection Creepypasta One by Mark Watson. 

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