I Stole My Teachers Favorite Pencil Now Strange Things Are Happening - Creepypasta

I 28(m) stole my teacher’s pencil when I was 17. It was the day before winter break, and it was the second to last class of the day. My teacher Mr. Honey was gone, and he had a sub. As the class progressed, I realized I didn’t have a pencil. When the sub wasn’t looking, I stole Mr. Honey’s favorite pencil from his desk. I quickly sat down and stuffed the pencil in my pocket. When the bell rang, I sped off to my final class. That class went on with no issues, but as soon as I got home that’s when all the crazy stuff started happening. I set the pencil on my windowsill and left my room to get my snack. As I was walking down the hallway to the kitchen, I heard a loud crash. I turned behind me to see nothing but a metal rod that wasn’t there before on the floor. I walked over to the rod, but it vanished. I shrugged it off as a part of my imagination and turned down the hallway the kitchen again. As I reached the kitchen the knife block fell off the counter. One of the knives came flying at my head. I ducked down and the knife flew into the wall and stayed there. I decided to go back into my room but that’s when I heard footsteps coming from my bedroom. I’m home alone. I grabbed the nearest thing that I could use as a weapon and touched the doorknob when the footsteps rushed to the door. I walked in to see nobody in there. I shrugged it off and nothing happened for the remainder of the break. When I got back to school Mr. Honey was not himself. He looked as if a demon had taken over his body. When he walked into his classroom the gates of hell opened up. He was frantic looking for his pencil. I backed out slowly, but he turned into flames and disappeared. I set the pencil down on his desk and the demon returned the true Mr. Honey back to his class. Then I was seeing flames. The demon has chosen me.