So I wrote this in about 10 minutes for the lulz

It was late.
The only thing illuminating the room were the pale fingers of moonlight filtering in through the curtains and the stark, glowing embers of the digital clock. I was resting peacefully, my breaths deep and slow.
But suddenly my eyes flicked open.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the low light level, but soon I was able to make out a shape in the darkness. There was a grotesque, hunched figure at the foot of my bed.
It was crouching on the ground, staring up at me wordlessly. Its head was unnaturally large, and its eyes even bigger. The pale, pallid skin was stretched taut across its emaciated frame, and it appeared to be naked. Worst of all, though, were its hands, or rather, claws. They had but three digits, and they were massive, deadly-sharp claws.
It stared at me.
And stared.
Its eyes were little more than gigantic white circles, they possessed neither pupils nor irises. Just horrendous bleached disks.
I couldn't move. My muscles turned to stone. My breath caught in my throat and wouldn't be moved. My brain ceased functioning normally and nothing was left but unimaginable fear.
Long moments passed. Or minutes. Or hours. I didn't even know anymore.
Finally the creature opened its mouth, revealing rows of irregular, sharpened teeth.
An unearthly screech issued forth, a sound like I had never heard before. It was terrible and awesome. It carried power and terror and evil. My ears rang from the sound, and my vision went black. The scream echoed on and I lost consciousness.

I awoke the next morning feeling groggy and disoriented. Only moments after awaking, however, memories of the previous night flooded my brain.
The thing had spoken to me in it's terrible voice.
It had told me its name.
It was the rake
It was the rake
it was the rake
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THE RAKE
THE RAKE
THE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE
*begins flailing his arms and foaming out the mouth, then faints*
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You should perform this in front of a lot of people. It's very poetic.

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake

This is what it's based off of.

That picture really makes me want to avoid reading any further.

It's poorly written, and more or less identical in terms of creepiness to what I wrote.
Only longer.

Eh, I'll this chair here instead.

Okay.
What?

It's me being so clever that no one gets it, is all. '3'

...the hell?

That referred to pretty much everything on this thread by the way

I WROTE A CREEPYPASTA
GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT

YES
well not really