Creepypasta: Please, Let Me In!

Today's my 30th birthday. I don't give a damn about it, just like my parents. It's just another day in this crappy little town. In fact, I don't give a damn about anything, really. I never have. I spend my days going to work at a local supermarket, maybe buying a book or two, going home, going online and going to sleep. That's it. My home is barely furnished: one office chair, one bed, one desk, one table (with four chairs "because you never KNOW who might come to visit!" as my dad put it). Other than that, there's nothing really special about where I'm at.

It's funny. This year I actually wanted to do something to celebrate (like a movie or going out to eat), but my parents shot me down last week. Said they were heading to California for a vacation. It's odd they actually wanted to go somewhere, but it's not unnatural, I guess. People get tired of being in the same place all year, every day. I didn't push the matter, and told them to not have too much fun. "That's not the point of this trip!" Mom told me. "This is just as much business as pleasure, right dear?" I could hear my parents getting amorous over the phone, and made a hasty exit before I heard other unnecessary sounds that no child should hear.

So that leads me here, in my house, alone. It's alright, I guess. Looking at the clock, I see it's 11:03. The day's almost over. No friends to speak of, no girlfriend, no distractions. Nothing to get in the way of my reading-

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Who is it?"

"Please! Let me IN!" a distressed voice replied.

*knock knock knock*

"PLEASE! I BEG YOU! LET ME IN!"

I rushed to the door, flung it open, and there she was. She looked frightened, sweat soaking her tangled hair, disheveled dark clothes. To be honest, she looked like she was ready for a funeral or something.

"Please, may I come in?" she pleaded.

I lead her in without question. As I set her at the table, I rushed for a glass of water. She snatched it out of my hand like a dying man in the desert, and drank it like she had not had it in years. When she finished, her eyes rolled, a contented smile crossed her face. She came back to focus on me, pleased that I responded.

"Now that your composure has come back, what's the problem?" I asked her.

She sank into herself a bit, and became nervous.

"Don't worry, nothing bad will happen!"

"The Devil..." she muttered.

"What?"

"The Devil is after me."

"The Devil. Is after you..." I snorted .

"DON'T LAUGH! HE'S REAL, and I escaped him!" she rose in anger, tears starting to flow from her eyes. "I know it's preposterous, but I fled from him. I fled from HELL ITSELF! I didn't deserve to go there, and YET-" She slumped to the floor, bawling like a child that lost it's parents.

Stunned by her reaction, I didn't know what to say.

"I guess... I guess you could stay here until we figure something out." I said, making sure to make a note to call the Department of Human Services about getting her evaluated. She looked at me, eyes wide, and sprung in for a hug.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU-"

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Any joy she had dropped from her face. Her eyes went from happy to terrified, and she started trembling badly.

"HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! I FEEL HIM!" she screamed.

"That can't be him. He's not real-"

"HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!" She gripped me tighter than before. "DON'T ANSWER HIM! PLEASE! DON'T ANSWER HIM! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

I gently removed her from me, and worked up my nerve.

"Who's there?"

Silence.

"Tell me who's there. I won't open the door until you respond."

*KNOCK knock knock KNOCK knock KNOCK KNOCK*

The "Two bits" gag. My dad's signature knocking sequence (heavy, followed by the gag).

"It's my dad! Guess they're back from vacation..." I said as I strode to the door. My companion remained quiet.

"Hey, dad! Welcome ba-"

The man on the other side of the door was not my father. He was tall, but thin. A full head of hair, clean shaven, in a nice black suit. His eyes were piercing, like he knew exactly what everyone was going to do, and use it to his advantage.

"May I come in?", a smile crossing his face.

"Who are you?" I was confused. My father was the only man I knew who used that knock, and here was this guy, dressed too nicely for this town, staring at me like a piece of meat.

"I'm just as your friend said." he motioned his head. "So do me a favor? Invite me in, so I can claim what's mine."

"You have to be invited? If you ARE the Devil, then what are you here to claim? Her? No chance." I was confident that he would give up this ruse eventually, so I had to hold out.

"Oh, dear boy." he chuckled. "I'm not here for her! I'm here for YOU!"

I didn't know why, but my stomach dropped. ME?! Why me?!

"30 years ago today, your parents gave birth to you. 6 months prior to that, they found out they were having a child. You see, they desperately didn't want one. They considered all their options: abuse, alcohol, drugs, abortion. But when they reached their lowest point, I came to them." His eyes drew more into mine, and the fear grew.

"I offered them an out. You see, they wanted what most people want: fame, money, beauty, youth. Well, my offer was this: raise your child in one major sin, and on his 30th birthday, I can claim him and you get what you want! I am, after all, a fair man. So here I am, with you, and they are at their place, starting a new life..."

Raise me in one sin? I don't know what the hell he's talking about, but I know I've never committed any sins!

"And what one sin would that be?" I asked.

"Oh, just the one sin that is based in ignorance and distrust more than any other. You have no friends, technically no family, you do nothing with your life, you don't care for anything or anyone around you...."

It suddenly clicked in my head.

"Apathy, also called Sloth."

"And here I thought you didn't CARE..." he chided.

The comment hurt me. The fact that he was saying my parents purposefully raised me like that left me confused and upset.

"Speaking of caring, what did you do to my parents?" I questioned.

"Gave them what they wanted. You're mother is going to be the most depraved person since the Marquis de Sade! Anyone and anyTHING that makes her happy, she'll use and abuse until she's bored with it. Too bad it's going to be a short life, since her now drug running husband will get jealous and kill her and every person she uses for her pleasure. They're going to be FAMOUS, just... not for the reason they expected!" His smile grew bigger. "I AM fair, after all..."

This man is insane. There's no way the Devil exists. If he WAS the Devil, then all I had to do was wait him out. I glanced at the clock.

"11: 59. So, may I come in? Do answer quickly."

I smiled. His gambit was a wash. All I had to do was wait him out, and he would leave me alone.

"Of course you may come in!"

My eyes widened. I quickly turned to look at my guest, standing prim and proper. She straightened herself, smiling at the man who just entered my home.

"You don't realize how much this pleases me!" the man said!

My heart dropped.

"Why? Why did you let him in?! I thought you were AFRAID of him?!"

"Who? MARY?! Why would she be afraid of me?" He started.

She cuddled up to him, eyes closed. I realized why she came first before she even said it. I realized it when I saw the ring I hadn't seen before on her finger.

"After all, he IS my husband! And it's not nice to keep a husband and wife apart!"