Novel & Cerita The Observer Creepypasta

Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them?

A reminder of who owned them, body and soul. Not that they would ever forget. The observer had been in the camp for three months now, playing their role perfectly. Helpful but not too eager. Competent but not threatening. Friendly enough to be trusted, forgettable enough to avoid scrutiny. It was an art form, really...the careful cultivation of ordinariness. And it had worked beautifully. They activated the crystal with a whisper of power, feeling the connection snap into place. Annalise's presence flooded through immediately...cold and sharp and hungry.

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Gabriel smirked at his thoughts and at the same time was mocking those normal beings. 'From this morning, why the hell am I feeling so itchy inside my heart, like an ant was crawling on the surface? Why? Fuck! Now it is irritating me,' Gabriel muttered. “Majesty, the carriage is ready, we should leave now. Harris cliff will only act when the fair is overcrowded.” “Hmm,” Gabriel nodded. ************ Far from the red river fair, too many bloody dead bodies were now jerking themselves. It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous.

The smile reached from one side of its face to the other. Alina immediately wished she hadn't seen it. The creature tilted its head. Then another landed beside it. Within the blink of an eye they were thousands of them dropping from the darkness like rain. The Observer's gaze shifted. Not toward the creatures. Toward something behind them. As though these things weren't important. That alone terrified Alina. Because if the Observer didn't care about them, then they were probably the lesser problem. The first creature took a step forward. Its joints cracked loudly. Then it spoke. Its voice sounded like several people talking at once.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

"Read the last caption." "It is the opinion of this Observer that all these creatures are from the metaphysical realm. They are both similar and dissimilar from their natural-born counterparts. This Observer has been unable to procure a living sample of any subject found within these pages. All obtained subjects were frozen in mid-shift: part man/part beast. Until living subjects can be located, all further study would be speculative instead of concrete. This Observer is uninterested in speculative discovery," Kiema read it aloud. "Was this the last entry in the book?" she asked.

I said firmly. It smiled. Not kindly. “Yes… and that choice created him.” The air grew heavier. Theodore stepped beside me, energy rising. “You haven’t answered the question.” The figure’s form flickered again. “I am what watches the watchers.” The hunter stiffened. Even it. For the first time. “Impossible,” it said. The figure’s eyes glowed faintly. “The Observers monitor existence.” A pause. “I monitor them.” Silence crushed the courtyard. A Dangerous Interest

But its hands remained slightly out of place, trembling with the effort of the failed escape. I realized then, with a cold, hollow dread, that the reflection is bound by the gaze. It is a quantum horror: it only exists as a copy as long as it is being observed. The second the observer’s eye wanders, the mimicry ceases, and the entity behind the glass seeks the warmth of the three-dimensional world. So, I stayed.

The thought sent an unwilling shudder through my body , I felt cold despite the weather being so warm. I cast a glance at his direction, sure enough he was staring right at me.... His eyes burning with some unfathomable expression, I couldn't look away, it felt as if I was spellbound . "This is so scary, why do you think anyone would murder her? " Lyn voice broke into the trance he had casted on me. "Who knows, I hope the murderer is caught " Clarissa said, her face still pale from what I assume was shock.