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Alone



Estimated reading time — 6 minutes

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I can post this in a million different places, it won’t matter. There’s still nobody there to read it. Nobody left to hear my story. Yet this might be my last chance to do this, so I will. The feeling won’t go away. They’re watching. They’re watching and getting closer every second. They can feel my terror. And I know they’re enjoying it.

It has been about four months since everyone disappeared. And I mean everyone. I woke up one morning for school. I immediately noticed the time. School started three hours ago. Must have just hit the alarm clock still half-asleep, and fallen right back to sleep. It happens to me sometimes. Why hadn’t my parents woken me up? Probably just went to work early.

The first time I started to notice was at the station. I usually take a train to school, since it’s the fastest way to get there. I hadn’t seen anyone on my way to the station, but I lived in a rather quiet area of the town, so going was slow at this time of the day. It happened, so I didn’t think much of it. When I arrived at the station, I noticed there was nobody there. It was odd. There should have been at least a few people waiting for the train, even at this time of the day. I shrugged it off as an exceptionally slow day. It happened sometimes, too.

I waited for a good while, but the train didn’t come. I don’t remember how long I stood there, but I grew increasingly frustrated. I decided to walk to school. After all, it was only a twenty-minute walk if I did it fast enough, and I was late for the next lesson anyways.

I didn’t see anyone on my way to school. Nor was there anyone in school. The school building was open, and lit. I still didn’t think much of it, the lessons were on anyways. But the classrooms were empty. Every single classroom in the whole building. Some doors were open, some closed. But there was nobody there. I tried the teacher’s lounge, and it was empty. I even recall the smell of fresh coffee in the room. I tried calling one of my friends to ask what was going on. No answer. The phone rang, but there just wasn’t any answer. I tried another. Same thing. I ended up going through every single person I know from school. No answer.

I rushed to the shopping mall nearby. It was empty. The entire building, normally bustling with life, totally empty. The shops were open, the lights were on, the music was playing, the info screens were on. There just wasn’t anyone strolling around the mall, searching through the stores, manning the counters.

It was like everyone had vanished entirely.

I tried calling my parents. No answer. The whole day, I did not see a single living person. The only cars I saw were parked ones. There were no animals either. Everything was just dead quiet. But everything still worked. The shops were open, the lights were on, the TVs worked, there just wasn’t any program. Even the internet was there. Every site worked, every chatroom was open, there just wasn’t anyone there.

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I went nuts. I don’t remember much of the first days, what it was like. Just the feeling of unimaginable terror, loneliness. I didn’t sleep much, I didn’t eat at all. I just sat around my house, waiting for someone to come home, for someone to call me, to hear a car drive past, waiting for the dream to end. It never did.

I eventually gathered myself. I told myself nobody was coming, and I had to get up and at least eat. And eat I did. I ate everything I could find, had the date expired or not. I ate and ate. And cried. I was alone. There was no sign, anywhere, that there’d be a single living person anywhere else in the world. No TV-channels showed any program. Some just showed the same news screens over and over. Nothing in the internet updated. Nobody ever logged in anywhere. Nobody answered the phone. Yet, everything just kept working. The power never went out. The lights were always on. The traffic lights worked. The stores were open. Music played where it had always played.

But everything was still empty.

I eventually grew accustomed to it. It took a while, but I started going out. At first I tried visiting friends, look for people, anyone. I soon gave it up. Before long, I realized that I need more food than what we have at home. I started looting grocery stores. Just what I needed at first, then went to home, and ate it. Before long, I started looting other goodies. Candy. Drinks.

Maybe a month was gone, and I had come to terms with my life, and the fact that there was nobody else in the world. So I made the most of my life. I started having fun, the kind of fun you’d imagine doing if you had the whole world for yourself for one day. I pillaged through every store I could think of, stole everything I could get my hands on. I slept at beds in furniture stores, I played games with the biggest screens electronic stores had. I broke every fine piece of china I came across. I rampaged through malls, leaving behind a trail of destruction. I missed my old life, but made the best of this one.

It was maybe a month ago that he appeared.

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I was relaxing back home, listening through some albums I had brought home with me, when I suddenly heard a strange noise from outside. I can’t really describe it well. It was like something called for me. I’m not even sure I really heard it. I just felt it. What I saw outside scared the life out of me. Someone- something. It was the shape of a man, yet it was somehow… wrong. It was entirely black. No, not just black. It seemed to suck the very light from the air around it. There were no features to be seen. No clothing, no hair, no facial features. It was just a black mass I somehow knew was something like a man. I couldn’t stare directly at it, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Every second I stared at it, it came closer, yet it didn’t move. Every second I felt I got dragged closer to it, yet I stayed where I was. The only feature I could recognize was it’s eyes. Two green, shiny dots I knew were it’s eyes. I knew it, because no stare has ever been so piercing, so paralyzing, so dreadful. It felt like the stare itself sucked the very life out of me.

It spoke to me. Not with words. Not with signs or gestures. I just looked at it and I knew what it said.

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.”

I woke up. A day had passed, maybe two. I can’t remember for certain. I woke up, screaming, sweating, from my own bed. It was a dream. It had to be. I was alone. There was nobody else in the world, how could it have been anything other than a dream?

I went on. At first, the dream kept bothering me. It felt so real. Was it? No, it couldn’t have been. With the days, the memory started to fade. The moment started feeling more and more dreamlike, so I thought nothing of it. I even laughed at myself for thinking it was anything else.

Yet, there was a constant feeling of pressure in the air. It was like a coming storm that never came. Sometimes I barely noticed it, sometimes I couldn’t even think properly because of it. Yet, I went on living.

Today it happened again. The feeling. It called to me, while I was drifting to sleep. It called to me, told me to come to the window. I was too afraid to move. Yet still, my legs slowly took me there. An unimaginable feeling of dread and despair came over me. Tears flowed from my eyes as my feet unwillingly took me to the window. There was nobody there. The street was as empty as always. Yet the feeling did not go away. I felt like there were a million eyes focused on me alone. They were there. They were staring.

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They spoke.

“WE HAVE COME FOR YOU.”

That was two hours ago. The calling stopped. The staring didn’t. I’m writing this now, because I know it’s the last time I can. They’re drawing closer by the second.

I’m not even sure why I’m writing this. Maybe there’s someone else like me in some corner of the world. Maybe someone can read this. I don’t care. I have to tell someone.

They’re here.

Credited to Shinra.

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101 thoughts on “Alone”

  1. This was a great story! It was fabulous, even scary!
    It didn’t really scare me that much, but you’ve had good writing skills, better then my own..
    Amazing story! =)

  2. Eh. I didn’t lie the repetition. I found it extremely annoying. This story could’ve been cut in half… could’ve saved me time.

  3. It started very mellow but when that man appeared it got very interesting and spooky. 6.510 maybe a 7 but good job nonetheless.

  4. Awesome creepypasta,scared the shit out of me.I had this one feeling when i was just alone,just there nobody but the truth was they were on holiday -_-

  5. Codename:chronos

    The black figure was the living embodiment of the black, evil, corrupt soul of everyone who ever made the “BUT WHO WAS…” joke. Every time that joke is made the world is pushed closer to it’s end. I know this because it has already happened and I have come back it time to prevent it. My name is chronos and I beg you, stop making that joke. The fate of the world depends on it.

  6. I liked the overall concept of this story, but a few things bothered me. First, there were a few glaringly obvious grammatical errors. Secondly, the use of the word “yet” was overdone and too repetitive.

    Other than those two issues, I like the idea you’ve placed behind this story. I know a lot of work must have been put into this, so I applaud your effort. Please continue writing and post more material for your readers to enjoy!

  7. I once read a book and there was a
    Person yelling I heard his voice in my
    Head…………..this was one of those books
    Good pasta

  8. @lovecrraft…….. No, I was not reminded of the Langoliers. The Langoliers is about flying through a wormhole, landing in a past world, then trying to get out before nature’s cleanup crew dissasemble you. It’s a good story, you should read it sometime.

  9. @6: That is a hella sick book series, I highly reccommend it to anyone who enjoys reading about tame creepypasta-like stories.

    Is it just me, or did anyone else imagine Samuel L. Jackson when the black man appeared in the story?

  10. “The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…”
    -Fredric Brown

  11. I was instantly reminded of the pasta 100,000, a couple of pages back. Incredibly good. Although, if you compare this with the previous post, you can see where the author may have got their idea. I’m just saying.

    Fear the Darkness

    -Nex

  12. It was an average pasta. But it did have me thinking, what if no one had vanished? What if it was YOU who had disappeared/become invincible and therefore as a side effect you can’t see anyone else? That would explain why the electrical equipments were still functioning, wouldn’t it? Because people are there. They’re working and living their normal lives except for the fact that you have disappeared and thus can’t see them. That would be freaky to one day just disappear but STILL be there and no one would ever know.

  13. Curious… very curious. In just a few paragraphs, you sketched a very interesting post-apocalyptic world, and then twisted it around on us.

    People keep comparing it to other “you’re alone in the world” stories, but don’t listen to them– I didn’t see similarities. And these beings, whatever they are.. eerie.

    I like it. It didn’t particularly scare me, but it was very atmospheric and definitely sucked me in.

  14. i had trouble paying attention because i was thinking of all the stuff i would do if that happened to me

    but i liked it

  15. I got this fucking weird feeling like i was being watched.
    Not even like, normal “haha, you got me” creepypasta feeling.
    Like, legit fucking i teared up because i was so terrified of looking around.
    Fucking good job.

  16. if i was alone in the world before those creepy dark figures come, id run around naked and jerk off on everything

  17. were they coming to kill um the person or were they coming to take them back to the lonely world? anyway good story!

  18. btw that was a good pasta :)
    the scary thing about it is that right now I’m alone and my Tv isn’t working and i don’t see anybody outside…….

  19. Right up untill the part with the black figure with the green eyes, it was just like “The Quiet Earth”. The main male character in the movie even goes crazy for a while and every thing… It was good though.

  20. Wow. This was very impressive…I love it! The stories theme isn’t too original, but you made the concept and details…scary. I’m CHILLED.

  21. Anyone sort of reminded of the Langoliers? An empty world, only that was 30 minutes back in time or so and everything was dead…

  22. @ 39 i agree.
    at first it was just an ‘oh noes i’m alone in the world’ type thing…then the naked dementor came that apparently didn’t have features then all of a sudden developed green eyes.

    i also love that the narrator claims that these things are coming for him/her and they’d be there any minute yet he’s got all the time in the world [2 whole hours] to write a long ass story complete with description and his mental imbalances.

    i wasn’t questioning the creatures [who they were, what they wanted] nor did i question why the narrator was alone…
    i just said ‘meh’ when it was done…blank

    sorry

  23. I quite liked this one, myself. I think that he “slipped through the cracks” into a world behind this one, or something.

    A world that belonged to the shadow-things, of course. And he shouldnt have been there, so they took… ‘steps’ to ensure he didn’t remain for long.

  24. Meh. Wasn’t really scary at all. Nothing really connected, and it didn’t have to take as long as it did to end. Your pasta being tl;dr does NOT make it a good pasta.

  25. “They can feel my terror. And I know they’re enjoying it.”
    Remove “And I know they’re enjoying it.” from the story. It’s like the author’s just trying to be spooky. The creatures are never shown to be enjoying it or being sadistic.

    Otherwise, it’s a decent pasta, but it feels like it’s trying to be scarier than it is.

  26. i liked this pasta at first. But i dnt think the writer rounded it up well enuff at the end. There were 2 many questions to ask like- who was creepy guys?
    i like my pasta to be structured with tomato sauce and cheese.
    this pasta was missin the cheese.
    it started gr8 but i didnt get the end
    :(

  27. BUT THEN WHO WAS ANON?

    BECAUSE ANON IS LEGION.

    AND YOU MUST EXPECT THEM.

    No. Really. I think the black figure was the concious of everyone in one body. Except that young rebel who was not Anonymous.

    /joke

  28. I must say, this is one of the scariest pastas I have ever read. In the beginning it terrified me because I was imagining what it would be like to be completely alone in the world-I can’t imagine it. And in the middle when the man appeared in the story I was afraid to look around. I still am while writing this. And my aim popup just rang which made me jump, just increasing my paranoia. And I just heard sneezing behind me. I suddenly wish I didn’t read this.

  29. The Person Formerly Known as Noneya

    @Denmark and wat:

    Yes, the instant ‘YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE’ Was read I immediatley thought of Death.
    (He and Susan are two of my favorites).

    I liked this one, reminded me of a slightly scarier version of I Am Legewnd, but also that one creepy pasta (around the site somewhere) wherew the person wakes up and they are ‘One of several thousand people who go missing every year of which there is no trace’, or something like that.

    @”Mr. Weldone”: Lulz, Mr. Welldone has an imposter.

  30. Sounds kinda like “Gone” by Michael Grant except the narrator’s the only one left and instead of animals mutating and people developing powers, there are creepy beings made of pure darkness.

  31. FInnaly, someone else! I have been alone for four damn months waiting for this day. Please go to Humboldt County, California. Head to the bayshore mall…ill be waiting.

    -Ron

  32. Pretty good, this made me think of Silent Hill, and how that black figure would probably be the creepiest thing yet.

  33. I kept imagining “I am legend” throughout the whole pasta. Probably that is why it didn’t creep me. But a good one nonetheless.

  34. It started as a quite usual “I’m the only one left in the world” kind of pasta, so I didn’t expect too much.
    But near the end it becomes so very eery, I feel like I need to congratulate you. So bravo, and thanks.

    BUT WHO WAS CREEPY BLACK FIGURE WITH SHINY GREEN EYES?

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