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CreepyPasta - The Moggth

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The following events were registered in photographer Richard Becket’s diary who was found dead at his desk in his house.


July 8th, 1998

I feel so excited! Today at last my wife Martha and our newly born Elizabeth will be home from hospital. Just the thought of having our daughter home fills my heart with joy. I can't  hardly wait!


July 9th, 1998

Our daughter spent the night in the room that Martha and I prepared for her. We painted it in bright colours and decorated it with fluffy toys. Elizabeth seemed so pleased.


July 10th, 1998

We spent the afternoon together in the park. Elizabeth looked so peaceful in Martha's arms so I took some photographs of them. They both looked lovely. Oh dear! I love them so much.

On our return while we were putting Elizabeth to bed, Martha noticed some strange marks on the window pane. It looked as if very long fingers had touched the glass, leaving their prints there.


July 12th, 1998

I woke up early this morning to see that Elizabeth was O.K. To my surprise, I saw that her bedroom window was open. That's  funny. I'm sure I locked it last night...


July 14th, 1998

Martha woke me up in the middle of the night, she heard Elizabeth crying so I rushed to see her. When I entered the room I saw there was a strange thing on top of her cradle. I was shocked.  I switched on the lights but then the thing escaped through the window very fast.


July 15th, 1998

We are so frightened. However, we decided not to report the event to the police. It's no use; they always wait for things to happen before doing anything.

We decided to move her cradle into our room and then made sure all the doors and windows were locked. Just in case, I've left my old revolver on my bedside table. Unfortunately, there are only two bullets left. I'll have to be careful.


July 16th, 1998

My God! I can't believe my eyes... It must be a bad dream!

Early this morning while it was still dark, there was some loud knocking at the front door... I rushed down the stairs with the revolver in hand and opened the door, but there was no one there...

Just then, Martha screamed in panic up in our room. I went back as fast as I could. And... Oh, my God! Through Martha's screams I could see the thing was holding our daughter... It was enormous and its face was the most disgusting  I've ever seen! It had no eyes and its mouth was wounded or something...

I aimed at it but I was petrified... My dear daughter was crying... The creature approached its ugly face to her, opened it enormous mouth and... Oh my goodness! It swallowed her! It broke her in two!... There was blood everywhere, her organs were scattered on the floor...

My little Elizabeth... Bloody bastard! Possessed by rage I finally shot. But the damned bastard broke the window and jumped out, leaving no trace...

Martha cried helplessly... My darling, why, oh why...!


August 2nd, 1998

Several days have passed since the horrible events took place... Nobody could believe a monster had come in and eaten our darling daughter, my poor Elizabeth!

Martha has been acting strangely. She barely talks to me and she constantly wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. Everyone in town think she had gone mad and that she had killed our daughter. Nonsense!


August 5th, 1998

Today Martha bit the face of a man who was walking near her in the street. Some men who said they worked at a mental hospital took her away. There was nothing I could do about it...


August 7th, 1998

There's not a reason to be living. Every night I have the same nightmare. The creature is holding Elizabeth and just when it notice me, it begins to run. I try to catch it desperately, but I just can't... I hear voices whispering in my ear: “Don't get closer”. “Don't look at her”. “She belongs to The Moggth now”... At that moment I wake up. It's always the same.

I've got the revolver on my desk... There is only a bullet left and I have already got plans for it. I can't go on living pretending that nothing has ever happened. I just can't take it!.. I just want to say I put the blame on "him"... He ruined my life... I can't take it anymore... Goodbye.
Finally I finish it! Here's the CreepyPasta of my OC "The Moggth".

I hope you like the story.

If you don't know who "The Moggth" is, you can see him here: blapstalker03.deviantart.com/a…

Here you can read the spanish version of the CreepyPasta: blapstalker03.deviantart.com/a…

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