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I created a Creepypasta Known as Lake Houser.

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How do I explain this without sounding crazy? I mean, I will sound crazy either way, so I guess I'll explain it. It started my first week back after fall break, which was October 15th, 2015. A transfer student by the name of Lake joined our class. He was terrific. A breath of fresh air to our boring little horticulture class. We talked a bunch those first few weeks. He had crazy stories about his life and the places he's been. He had fluffy, midnight black, and his eyes were electric blue color. One of the most brilliant and most explicit blues.

We hung out a bunch. All the way up until November, to be precise. Lake seemed too vast; He was continuously moving around, had all sorts of unusual secrets, and his knowledge of the paranormal and folklore seemed really unnatural. I couldn't believe no one had noticed any of this before. I finally got the nerve to ask where Lake came from. He hesitated at first but came around as time went on. I did notice his faltering though through our talk that day. His eyes leaked with fear and anxiety, and his arms seemed to coil around his body whenever we talked about his home in general. Now and again, I'd see a hint of alarm for something whenever he brought up his parents. I never pressed, though. But things got sinister about a month after meeting him. It was early December when Lake vanished. I just thought he was on the move again. He ran around town like a dog chasing its own tail, so I thought nothing of it.

But soon, a day became a week, a week, a month, and finally, something came up. The police arrived at school and questioned a bunch of us students about Lake's disappearance. His roommate Connor had reported him missing. And I was the main suspect since I was the only friend Lake had. I was confronted by Connor and his friends, who beat the shit out of me to try and get answers. After that, I was known as a murderer and an outcast. And this only continued until Lake's phone was found in the river next to my apartment. Again, I was questioned about his phone. I had nothing to say, obviously. It seemed like someone was really trying hard to frame me! It didn't end there, though. Lake was found on January 5th, 2016, about a month after he went missing. Not only was my friend dead, but the world now believed I was his killer when they reported his death on the news. I could only wonder what the hell happened to him, but I had bigger fish to fry. Seeing his dead, contorted body and scared face only made me think his fear came from whatever killed him and scared the hell out of me; when I finally got it through my thick skull, I was gonna pay for this.

Lake's funeral was exactly what I expected. A bunch of sad-sack liars pretending they cared about him. People I saw bully Lake were they faking tears like I wouldn't notice and call them out. Of course, being a prime suspect killer, no one wanted me there, not even his family, who screamed at me and asked why I did it. So, when I called out people for faking to care, I was thrown out on my ass. After that day, I ignored the comments, the questioning and shut everyone out. I was brought back into my third questioning at the police station, where I was informed my trial was, moving ahead again. And my life plummeted along with this. I was finally kicked from school, lost my job, everything. But as I began to embrace the ever-plummeting life, I lived like a monster, angry, sad, violent. I couldn't help but feel this was my fault. If I’d never met Lake, this wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't reached out and tried to make a friend, I wouldn't be here! My downfall was unstoppable, though. With my life, my mental state took a crashing.

It was a week since my first trial. Nothing had happened except everything! I was the only suspect, and they had tons of evidence laying over my head. I prayed every day I would disappear that I could go back and forget this ever happened. Stop it if I could! It was late. Around midnight to be exact, when I heard it. The clicking. The clicking I listened to every time Lake approached me. The clicking brought me to tears every time I remembered my friend. I'd never cried before like this, so it was all strange to me. It had been going on since my first trying in court. It came every day at the same time. Click, click, click, just like Lake's pen. Lake's eclectic blue eyes flashed across my mind. It only reminded me of every mistake I made leading up to his death. The fight, the ignorance...the screaming.

Then the clicking; Click, click, click. Then the blood. The blood that covered my hands that day. The deep red pools of blood surrounded their bodies. The pools that I could drown my fingers in, I could drown myself in. Click, click, click. His horrified face was staring at me! They didn't see it coming. He didn't see it coming. Click, click, click. The blood! The blood! My brain burned. His face, his smiling face. The clicking was louder now; It was as loud as a siren. Lake's name seems to scatter behind, loud clicking, drowning me in pride and happiness. My mind was racing! I felt as if my skin was bubbling, the room had turned red, and blood covered my feet. The same beautiful as Lake's blood; It flowed like a river from the bathroom of my home.

Inside the bathroom sat a tower of bodies. None of them as excellent or fabulous as Lake's dead body. The bloody pools that filled the room made me laugh with joy as I circled the mass. The blood on my hands made me realize how wrong everything I did was. After a long, drawn-out sigh passed, I turned to the door seeing nothing but red. The door was no longer before me, leaving me trapped within my own personal hell. The clicking started again—the same dreary clicking. I could see lights red then blue. It reminded me of the night Lake died. The lights flashed as I ran away from the scene. I couldn't believe the sights I was seeing! I murdered him. I murdered them. No! I didn't! What I saw were lies. They were filthy visions sent by demons to confuse me. Lake was my friend! I would never hurt them. Doesn't matter about the dirty things that spilled from their mouths!

The room spun; it spun like a fan on full blast. I saw red then white. And when it all stopped, the bathroom was gone. There before me was a forest. No, not just any forest, the one where so many of my classmates lost their lives. And there he was. Not dead but very much alive! His hair was now white, but his electric blue eyes stayed the same. He smiled when he saw me and held out his arms for a hug in greeting. His incredible feminine features warmed me. I raced towards him as if he'd take me back. Accept me for everything I've done. That was only hope, though. He held me, Uncaring of my actions. Or so I thought.

I woke up that morning with a spiting headache. My world was dark and cold. No matter where I looked, I could only see their torn-up distorted faces. I knew I didn't have much time left on this planet when I saw Lake's face again. His eyes were now glossed over and white. They carried anger and pain. The feelings I felt were something I hadn't thought about for a long time. I did kill them, all of them. I didn't know what came over me. I didn't understand why I'd kill my only friend. I felt like a monster! No, I was a monster. I'm sorry, Lake. I'm so, so sorry I did this to you. I hope you can forgive my sins. Everything I've done! May, the devil wraps his claws around my soul and drag me to the place I belong, only Lake my take me to him. He waits outside my door now. Banging on it, beckoning me to open up. It's time for me to go. Goodbye world.

Signed, Walter Croft

This is a testimony written by Walter Croft; A college Junior who was found dead in the early morning of February 2016, almost two months after Lake Houser's death, at the prime age of 23. He was still on trial for the crime of killing Lake when he mysteriously passed. At the time, he had been the only suspect to the gory crimes plaguing his small town. His death was still undetermined at the time this letter was found within his home. The documents said it might be a possible suicide due to the pressure of the trial, but due to the confession coming in on such short notice, Walter confessed to the crime of First-Degree Murder which was settled in court in late February.

There is still no reason why Walter would commit such a repulsive act of violence, as his accounts only recall his side of the story. He mentions an argument with his friend Lake within his tale, but it doesn't explain why the other ten students were murdered. As searches continue, I'll continue to take notes on the statements of witnesses and other scripts and record entries found within Walter's home. I'm sure there's a reason why such mental instability kicked into Walter. Nothing was wrong with him before the nights of Lake's death. Little has been found on Lake Houser since his family skipped town after he was buried. More and more accounts claim that Walter's testimony is genuine, but Lake is dead! He was found by police, so none of this makes any sense! I'll see what I can find.

Signed Doctor Krozen Howell

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