My attempt at Creepypasta

My recollection of the following events is shaky... I don't remember much of it, except everything. I'd say it was because of trauma, but it's not... It's something more...

...I guess it's just because I have good memory.

So one night, I was returning from my work as a door-to-door Pokémon card salesman in Tokyo, Massachusetts (gesundheit), when I had to take a detour into the very deep, thickly-vegetative park which resembled a dark scary forest at night. I knew I probably had more choices of route, but this was the best one I could think of at that moment...

Besides, I really needed to pee...

So I dashed through the dark woods of the park, looking for the other gate leading to the main street, when suddenly I felt it... The feeling that felt really feely... The feel of being watched by someone in the darkness... I looked behind me and called out for anyone who would be there, but I saw nothing. I saw nothing in the dark but the dark and more dark.

Oh, and the creepy faceless humanoid in a nice suit.

Yes, I looked into its eyes... Its eyes... 

iT's EyES

....And they were really pretty.

Having no further need to rush to the bathroom, I rushed through the woods, but he did not stop chasing me. I felt my heart pound, my head swirl, my feet move, my mom calling, all of it at once and I couldn't stop to look if he had stopped yet.

And then I bumped into him as his back emerged with tentacles and I knew I had to do something before I met my unfortunate end...

̅I̅̅ ̅̅c̅̅a̅̅l̅̅l̅̅e̅̅d̅̅ ̅̅h̅̅i̅̅m̅̅ ̅̅a̅̅ ̅̅p̅̅o̅̅o̅̅p̅̅-̅̅d̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅o̅̅o̅̅ ̅̅h̅̅e̅̅a̅̅d̅ to his face. But because he didn't have a face, I had to draw in his face with a black marker. He started crying, and said I was ugly, and that I smelled bad, and I felt the madness seeping into my skull as he uttered those unreadable words, which become readable the moment I write them in this article, when I could be doing something like ̅c̅̅o̅̅n̅̅t̅̅i̅̅n̅̅u̅̅i̅̅n̅̅g̅̅ ̅̅t̅̅o̅̅ ̅̅w̅̅r̅̅i̅̅t̅̅e̅̅ ̅̅D̅̅e̅̅s̅̅t̅̅i̅--

So I sat on the bus back home when the killer with no eyelids popped up. He was having a staring contest with SCPeacock-173 aka "The Sculpture", because it looked like a half-baked dough statue made by M. Night Shyamalan after watching The Cell. Neither of then won because I said they were both stupid idiot heads and they went home crying to their mommies which they had killed... of laughter because they thought their sons looked stupid, because they are.

The moral of the story is only one...

Eat your cookies, children.