“Ah!” I yelped as I fell back. 

Oh…damn my clumsiness!


My head snapped up towards the front entrance.

Oh, crap.

I scrambled to my feet and snatched my knife and camera off the table, and after hesitant breath, hurried to the front entrance.


It came again, louder this time. When I reached the mouth of the hallway, I pressed my back against the wall and peeked around its corner. My eyes were assaulted by the light of the sinking sun as it made its decline into the horizon.


The glass entrance shook.

What the heck!? What’s causing that?

It sounded like it was coming from the front doors, but there was nothing there…or was there?

I held a hand over my eyes to block the sun and squinted. I didn’t realize what I was seeing until I hear another boom come again. A silhouette was just at the corner of the doors blending in with the walls. It appeared to be tall and bald. I couldn’t make it out its arms—I assumed they were behind its back. The thing kicked at the door causing it to boom and shake.

Well, that explains the noise.

It took a step back then slammed the door with its foot again.

Seriously? I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Does he really think he can kick the door down? 

It kicked again.


“Oh come on,” I muttered. This was pathetic.


No really, it was pathetic.


I couldn’t help it; I stepped into full visible view and shouted at him, “Hey genius!”

The thing stopped mid-kick and cocked its head to the side in surprise.

“You aren’t going to get through that door by kicking it,” I hollered. “So why don’t you just go ahead do yourself a favor and get out of here.” Or do what a regular smart person would, use your hands!

Something like a low hiss that steadily grew into a malicious growl came from the silhouette.

“Snarl all you want!” I yelled at him. “You’re not getting in.”

It snarled again and slammed its foot against the door.


I stiffened.

 Tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I just heard.

The thing took an even bigger step back then with slammed its foot against it again. Cracks spiderwebbed across the door.

“No way!” My jaw dropped.

The thing let out a satisfying hiss and kicked one final time, shattering the glass. The thing paused, taking a second to assess its handywork (or footwork rather), then stepped inside. Just as it did, the sun took its leave into the horizon and with it, the visitor’s dark silhouette.

“No…fricken…way,” I whispered, stepping back in both horror and fascination. A moment ago, I’d thought that this thing was some guy with his hands behind his back with crap for brains who thought he could smash a door with his feet. Now I knew better. It was tall, deformed, with gray skin, no clothing, beady, black eyes, and—the best part: didn’t have any arms. I recognized this freak immediately—he was one of the classics of Creepypasta, and perhaps one of the most ridiculously named in my opinion. The Brutally, Obscene, Beast or as the web commonly referred to it as,

“B.O.B.?” I asked aloud.

At the mention of its name, Bob locked eyes with mine. Intense hunger filled its cold black eyes. With a nasty snarl, it bared its sharp dagger-like teeth at me. I stared at its teeth then glanced down at my knife then back to Bob’s snarling figure. 

I should have brought a gun.

I pocketed the knife. Getting in a close-up fight with this thing was suicide.

Before I could decide what to do next, Bob decided for me and raced forward. I too did the same.

The other way.

I dashed behind a row of shelves and started weaving my way through the natural maze of books. Bob’s growls and snarls echo throughout the way. After good ten or fifteen turns of zigzagging, I skidded to stop at one of the rear office doors of the library.

A hiding place? I wondered.

A sudden snarl erupted behind, then the shelf just to my left topple over, revealing Bob’s carnivorous visage.  

“Crap!!!” I shrieked then rushed through the door, slamming it shut behind me. My eyes darted around the room for a hiding place or an exit. Several rows of desks and computers lined the center floor along with a few bookshelves in the back, but an exit? Nada.

“Damn it!” I hollered.


I spun to see the door shake on its hinges.

Oh man, oh man. How do I get out of this?


The door shook again.

This was starting to become a repeat of my encounter with Jeff the Killer and didn’t have a gun this time!!!!


There had to be something. I gazed around for anything that could be of some use. My eyes settled on a small metal panel on the far wall opposite of me, a breaker box.

Perfect! I raced to it and flung its door open. Without hesitating, I begun flipping off the switches. With each flip, light after light in the building winked out, plunging it further into darkness.


I heard the door again, followed by the last noise I wanted to hear:


With a gulp, I turned around to see Bob step over the fallen door. Its eyes focused solely on me with a hungry growl. 

Oh, come on!

I turned back to box and started flipping the switches five at a time. Just where the frick was the one for this room!!?? Bob’s growls and heavy breathing grew loud as it skulked towards me.

I flipped off another row of switches only to find the lights above still bright and alive.

Damn it! If I end up getting killed just when I find the switch, I’m going to be so freaking pissed!

I flipped off another two rows, but to no avail. Bob growling became louder than ever.

“Damn it, Sender!” I hollered. “If I get out of this one! I swear I’m gonna beat your sorry a–” Bob’s roar cut my sentence short. I spun around to see the monster standing less than two feet away.

Its lips curled into an ever-hungry meat-tearing grin. I stepped forward to close the gap. I freaked and slammed back into the breaker box. There was a sudden click then two things happened at once: first, the room plunged into darkness and second, an angry growl followed seconds later by sparks lit up the room. Bob roared in pain as it yanked its foot out of the breaker box. I’d dove to side and gotten out of the way the second the lights went out and scramble underneath a nearby desk—and the best part—I had my night vision camera on me. I could see everything. The second I had a moment to catch my breath, I hit the record button on the camera and peered through the screen. Bob stood in place still hissing and growling scanning the room for me with an even more vicious look. I didn’t know if it could see in the dark, but I didn’t want to chance it. I drew back the moment it gazed my way and counted to ten before risking another peek. Once I was certain its back was to me, I swept the camera around looking for a clear path back to the exit.

I heard a loud thump, followed by an angry hiss as Bob bumped into a desk.

I smiled. Hehehe, moron. 

Suddenly I heard even a louder thump followed by whoosh as one of the desks flew over mine into the wall in front of me. My smile melted. 

Um…yep, definitely not staying under the desk. Time to go! 

Carefully, I crawled over to the edge of the desk and peered over Bob. It was five desks over from me, looking underneath another one. When it finished, it slammed its foot into it and sent it sailing into the neighboring wall. It moved on to the next one, look under it, and then did same.

I cursed under my breath. I had originally taken this thing to be a feral minded monster. I now realized it was far more intelligent that what I gave it credit for. It was not a mindless monster.

It continued its search, destroying each potential hiding place. 

Alright. I took a deep breath. I can do this. I just have to be quick and quiet. 

With that, I crawled forward onto the next. Though I doubted Bob could see well in the dark, I kept low and made certain I had the camera trained on it. It was tough endeavor, glancing back from the camera to the next desk as crawled for the exit, but no way in hell was I going to let Bob out of my sight. After what had happened with both Jack and Jeff, I didn’t trust these freaks to play fair.

Nearly sixty seconds and five feet later, Bob reached my original hiding place. He knelt and sniffed underneath the desk then shot up in as if startled. I tensed. I heard it sniff once more then slowly turn to the desk I scrambled from earlier.

Uh-uh. No way. I thought. He can smell me!? 

Now I definitely had to pick up the pace. Not bothering to see where I was going anymore and keeping my eyes solely on Bob, I crawled for the exit. Bob drew in another long sniff at under the desk then rose to full height, drinking in the air. Then, with an ominous hiss it looked right at the desk I’d just left. Not good! I risked a glance behind me to see how close I was to the exit. Three feet. 

Yes! I’m gonna make it!


I turned rigid as that horrendous sound reached my ear. Beneath my knees felt several painful pinpricks. Knowing all too well what had made the sound, I glanced down with the camera to see the remains of one of the destroyed desk lamps Bob had tossed over earlier.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

I turned with the camera to see Bob’s gaze set already on me with an open mouth full of nasty, sharp teeth, and dripping saliva. An evil hiss escaped its throat.

All of that brought me to one definite conclusion: It could see me. 
“Ohhh sssshii—!” I hollered as I scrambled to my feet and dashed through the exit. Bob’s snarls and angry footsteps followed. With the library now pitch black, I kept the camera in front of me to see. I could hear Bob’s heavy breathing and hungry snarls draw closer with every step I made for the exit.

Damn it! And here I thought a freak with only two legs would’ve been easy to beat!

I’d reached the halfway point of the room with Bob only a few feet behind me and closing in. I had to think fast, and I had to act now. But what in a library could possibly help me with a situation like this!? Knowledge?

The front desk came into view on my camera. I had no doubt Bob could see it too—it put on a burst of speed and its mouth was inches from the nape of my neck; I could feel its warm spittle and rancid breath cover me. If he had arms, I’m sure he would have probably grabbed me by then. 

Wait, no arms. That’s it! 

I just when I was about to reach the desk, I dropped to my knees. Bob, thinking I’d try to vault over it (like a rational person would’ve) couldn’t stop himself in time. I felt him trip over me at full speed—knocking the wind out of me—and slam face first on top the reception desk, then slide over it onto the other side. If he had arms, he would have been able to break his fall, but, luckily for me, he didn’t.

Breathing hard, I rose to my feet and peered down at him through the camera.

“Warning,” I said, “tripping hazard.”

I expected Bob to get up right then and there and lunge for me, but for some reason he didn’t move. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t care either. I took it as a chance to scramble back to the table I had put my stuff on earlier and shove all my belongings into the bag. Once that was done, I made for the exit.

But when I passed the reception desk, I halted. I couldn’t help; I had to know why Bob wasn’t moving. I approached the desk and peered over it.

“Wow.” I blinked in surprise. Now I knew why he wasn’t moving. When Bob had flown into the desk, his head had slammed into one of the computer monitors, so he was either dead or out cold. Several books on the shelf had fallen on top of him. I laughed when I spotted one of the titles: “Physical Handicap Fitness Guide for Dummies” it read.

I didn’t stay to admire it any longer necessary. I’d learned my lesson from the previous night: when you kill one of these freaks; they don’t stay dead for long. I ran out of the library and managed to make it to my car safe and sound. I was just pulling out of the parking lot when I heard it: a loud, furious roar. I looked back at the front entrance of the county library. Bob stood amid the shattered glass. His two beady, black eyes burning with intense hatred.

“Maybe next time buddy!” I yelled out to him then slammed on the gas. I shot out of the parking lot and onto the main highway leaving both the library and the Brutally Obscene Beast behind.

After getting several miles down the road, I allowed myself to relax my tense shoulders.

I did it. I began to laugh. I actually did it! I’d managed to survive another Creepypasta, not only that, I’d gone up against one of the classics and won! Grinning like a madman, I gazed up at the night sky and hollered, “Well, Sender, I don’t know if you can hear me or not. But I won this time. And not only that, I’ve got proof.” I patted my camera in the passenger seat.

I lowered my gaze back to the road.

“HOLY—!” I slammed on the brakes. The wheels screeched as the car skidded to halt, mere inches away from a tree.

What the heck? How did that get there!?

I felt my jaw drop as I looked around.

“Whoa…How did I get here?”

I was back home in my driveway…but how?

As if in answer, my pocket began to vibrate and ring. I pulled out my phone to see my mother’s number on appear on screen. Hesitant, I hit “answer” and raised the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I said slowly, afraid of what I might hear.

“J.T.” I heard my mom’s voice say. “Are you on your way back yet? It’s getting late.”

“Back?” I echoed. Beads of sweat forming on my forehead. “Back from where?”

She paused. “From the library,” she said, sounding perplexed. “It closes in ten minutes.”

What? I pressed the clock button on my stereo: 5:50 p.m. it read. I stared then lifted my gaze towards the sky above. The sun had started to make its descent into the fiery horizon.

“No way.” I breathed.

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