Hi, my name is Colin, and I try to write creepypastas, friends tell me I'm good, but I thought I'd post one of my stories here.

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I don't know what it is, but ghosts were never my thing. Especially anything under "possession." I'm going to tell you all a truly terrifying story. It all happened when I, Thomas Frower, my wife, Dianne Frower, and my two kids, Geoff and Max moved to a new home. The year was 1845, it was the dead of winter, and the house was in a remote location in Canada. We were..rich in a sense, so it was a fairly large house. The woman who sold us a house was odd. She smelled, she hadn't showered in weeks. Her hair was all tangled up, and she had cuts everywhere on her. She told me "I've locked the attic on the third floor. Don't go in there." None of us bothered to ask about it, as it was most likely personal. She handed me the keys and said "Good luck." I was very y skeptical, never believed in the paranormal. The house was beautiful. There was so much room, and there was a wonderful backyard. There was a small village, not too far down the street. That's where we would purchase our groceries, clothes, etc.. The first time we entered village, we were shocked. Everyone seemed so depressed. No one spoke a word, not even any of the cashiers in the store. They would just sit there, and look down. It was peculiar. I was very suspicious of the attic, what was in there? Did someone die in there? The owners are supposed to tell you if something like that has happened in the house. So I guess nothing important is up there, so what could possibly go wrong if I went up there? This is what sparked everything, how it all happened. I unlocked the attic, and pushed the door, but nothing happened. The door wouldn't open. There was the whole for the lock, so I peeked through. God how I shouldn't have done that. Through the whole, was a pure white figure, with small black eyes. It had a wide black smile too. His smile had blood all over his teeth, bits of flesh stuck in between them. His long white arms were doused in blood also, with long claws on the end. It was just sitting on a stool in the room. I was trying not to scream, but his head slowly turned towards me, and he let out a growl. I screamed, and ran downstairs. No one was home, so I left the house, and took a walk. I couldn't get that image out of my head, it was terrifying! Of course I didn't tell anyone, they wouldn't believe me. That night, I got no sleep, too many things were happening. First of all, I saw it again. I slowly walked up to the third floor, and it was there. In the hallway, looking at me. Its mouth opened, and a black stream of goo oozed from its mouth. It let out a very deep growl that got higher and higher until it was a scream. I ran down the steps, and Dianne was there.
"What was that?" she said.
"WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" I was petrified.
"Why? I love it here, so do the kids, we're staying." She walked off. I couldn't argue with her, if she liked it, she liked it. I tucked in the kids that night, and was ready for bed. I heard a shriek, it couldn't be good. I ran up to the third floor, which for some reason, the sound came from. The attic door, finally, was wide open. I stepped up the stairs slowly. It was my first time being in that room and I wanted it to be my last. There were pentagrams all over the room, a skeleton around some ritual circle of sorts, and one single chair in the room, where the white figure would usually be. Instead, my wife.
"H-honey..." I slipped out.
In a deep, terrifying demonic voice, it said
“Your wife isn’t here anymore, Thomas.” She slowly stood up. My heart was racing, I didn’t know what to do, what should’ve I done? She slowly walked towards, and her mouth started to open wide. But, she opened her mouth farther than human capability. She kept opening it until her jaw broke, skin started to tear, and she was screaming. Blood was literally squirting out of her mouth. She gripped my shoulders, and something white started to come out of her mouth. The white figure that I’ve been seeing was forcing itself out of her mouth. Her jaw ripped apart, and her bottom jaw fell off. The creature oozed out in white goo, and reformed itself in front of me. It screamed extremely loud. Before I continue, let me ask you something. Have you ever been so scared until the point of which you can’t even move? Yeah, it was like that. It scratched me with its long claws. I shoved it, and ran out of the room. I heard a grunt over and over above me. I stopped, and looked above me. It was the figure. It was crawling on the ceiling, with its head twisted around, black goo pouring out of its mouth.
I kept running, I was so petrified. I locked myself in my room, and sat there. After about ten minutes, I heard some music. Of course there was an old piano in the house, but it barely worked. I walked downstairs to find Max playing the piano with his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and the figure holding Geoff's hand while doing a waltz. It's head slowly turned around.
"Join us, Thomas." it said.
"Yes Thomas, join us all." Max's head turning around also. His eyes slowly started turning black, and he began to yell. It wasn't a yell, more of an out of breath, struggling to yell scream. He dropped on the ground. That was it. My son was just murdered by GOD KNOWS WHAT.
"I believe it's time for me to go now." It said. It pressed its foot against Geoff's chest until his arms forcefully ripped off. He kicked him against the wall, and Geoff smiled.
"All of these pigs are mine." The figure smiled.
"They are my toys." It put on its terrifying smile.
"Goodbye, Thomas." It lunged it's claws into my chest, and I fell to the ground. He melted into a black pile of goo, and seeped into the floor, and left me to die. I bled to death of course, but just a reminder. Don't go against what people tell you to do, it might come back and bite you on the ass.