Ben Drowned | Creepypastas

The CreepyHouse was quiet for once. You were sitting in the living room, texting on your phone, completely engrossed, until someone walked past you. You didn't think much of it. Big mistake. Because a few seconds later, you felt your phone vanish from your hands .

-Hey?

You turned around suddenly.

—...

Ben was calmly walking towards the stairs with your phone.

—BEN.

—Mhm.

—Why do you have my phone number?

-Investigation.

—What investigation?

—Yesterday you were writing to someone.

Your soul left your body.

—Give it back to me.

-No.

—BEN.

-No.

—BEN.

-No.

You ran up the stairs after him until you reached a room where he sat down in a chair and began checking his messages...

—How long have you been doing this?

—For five minutes now.

—That doesn't answer my question!

-I know.

Ben continued reading.

Her expression went from neutral to suspicious, then to more suspicious, then to extremely suspicious.

—Who is this?

—A friend.

—Mhm.

—He's a friend.

—Mhm.

—BEN.

—I'm reading.

—DON'T READ THAT.

-Very late.

You tried to retrieve the phone, but Ben simply raised his arm out of your reach.

—Why did he ask you if you had already eaten?

—Because he's a normal person.

-Suspicious.

—What's suspicious about that?

-All.

-NO!

Ben continued scrolling down the chat.

—And why does he send you so many messages?

—Because we talked.

—Too many messages.

—BEN.

—Too many.

—BEN.

—Too many.

—BEN!

The blond man completely ignored your protests.

—And this emoji?

—Which emoji?

-This.

—It's a normal emoji.

-I don't like.

—What do you mean you don't like it?

—He doesn't inspire confidence in me.

—IT'S AN EMOJI!

Ben sighed

—Listen to me.

-No.

—I'm going to keep reading.

-NO.

-Yeah.

-NO.

-Yeah.

After a few seconds, he closed the conversation and stared at you.