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Be Careful



Estimated reading time — 3 minutes

“In recent weeks, a rash of murders has swept the city. Police are calling it the work of a serial killer, but when questioned about this statement, Police Spokesman Daniel Garfield refused to comment. All authorities will say at the moment, is that each victim received a voicemail minutes before they were killed, saying, quote, ‘Be careful’. Once again, ‘Be careful’. Police are still investigating the events, and ask that anyone with information about these murders contact them immedia-”

You shut off the TV, sick of bad news for the night. A glance at the clock on the DVR tells you that its four minutes past three. You sigh. Your wife won’t be home for another hour at least. She’s been working the night shift all week. Tired of waiting, you crawl into bed and fall asleep, thinking of the recent murders. Don’t you have a friend on the police force? You should really call him some time.

Tomorrow morning, you awake next to your wife. She must have come home sometime last night. Poor thing looks dead tired. You decide to just let her sleep. Getting up and around, you flick on the radio in time to here, “-urderer struck again last night. The same message was found on the voicemail of the latest victim. Police are continuing investi-” Off, again, goes the radio. Still raving about that serial killer.

You grumble your way to the coffee machine, when the phone starts to ring. You freeze. What if… no. It couldn’t be. That kind of thing happens to other people. Nonetheless, your hand shakes just slightly as you reach for the handset. You pick up the phone, your hand shaking even worse, now, as the connection comes through. You hear a voice on the other end take a breath, as your blood freezes in your veins.

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“Hey, I was starting to wonder if you would ever pick up.”
It’s Jim, your friend on the Police force. You breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God. “Sorry. I was… busy,” you mutter, feeling ridiculous, not to mention slightly embarrassed, for thinking it could possibly be the killer.
“Listen, the force gave me the day off, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out for breakfast. Just us guys, like old times. I want to get my mind off of these murders. But look, my car is in the shop, so if you could come pick me up in ten…”
“Sure, sure,” you agree. You exchange goodbyes, and hang up. It’s about a ten minute drive to his house anyways, so you scribble a hasty note to your wife, and head out the door.

You get held up in traffic on the way, and end up arriving about 15 minutes late. You walk to the front door, mentally preparing an apology as you tap the bell. No one answers, so you ring again, wondering if you hit it fully the first time. Still receiving no answer after a third attempt, you try the doorknob. Unlocked. You twist the cold metal and step inside cautiously, calling for Jim. The smell punches you right in the gut, slightly metallic and sickly sweet. The thick miasma seems to be coming from the kitchen. Following your nose, you step into the room. The walls are painted red with what must be blood, and the floors are swimming with the stuff. Jim and his wife lay sprawled on the floor, their chests, arms, and legs cut to pieces. You throw up, violently, staring around in horror. Then your eye caches something. A red “message” light blinks slowly on the phone. You don’t play the message. You already know what it says.

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Bolting out the front door, your only thought is to get out of the house as fast as you can. Forget the cops; you just want to be away from the gristly image of your best friend lying dead on his own floor. You head to the one and only place you can think of: back home. You slam the door shut behind you as you come in the door, tracking bloody footprints across the floor. You reach the kitchen and call for you wife, but you voice catches mid-yell. Your tracks aren’t the only ones. You hear the click of the lock behind you, as your wife’s voice says gently, “I just wanted you to be careful.”

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34 thoughts on “Be Careful”

  1. There’s a major inconsistancy that threw me off the story. If the husband left the wife sleeping soundly, and then got stuck in traffic. How did the wife get to the friend’s house first, kill him and his wife then get home all before her husband? All in a matter of 30 minutes? Because of that, I thought this pasta needed to go back to the kitchen.

  2. So is that why she was working the late shift every night? She wasn’t actually working the late shift, she was killing?

  3. this was an amazing story it’s one of those stories that makes yoou want tov read more creepypastas nom nom nom I’ve eaten several times already and I just found 20 min ago loved it

  4. I like this! It’s rare that people paint the women, the wife as the bad guy. It’s a complete plot twist! 10 out of 10. Well done.

  5. Didn’t like it. The whole “Be careful” thing is far too disconnected from the characters.
    With the way his wife tells him that she just “wanted him to be careful”, it’s like those voice messages were left for him. Yet the only time he has any connection to the victim is when it’s the cop friend.
    Sorry, but I don’t think the story is any good. There’s no link between the other victims and the main character. There’s just no reason for the message at all, except the one time with the cop friend.

  6. As soon as it said his his wife was working late nights, I knew it was her. Also, why do you have to ask yourself if you have a friend on the police force when it’s your best friend?

  7. awesome job really really like i like how u used the wife as the murder and how she says “i just wanted you to be careful” nice touch

  8. First it’s “Don’t you have a friend on the police force? You should call him sometime.” A couple paragraphs later he’s “your best friend”.
    ,’=^|

  9. MIND=BLOWN!!! I, like others, expected him to find his wife dead at home. I thought for a second that the killer would turn out to be the main character’s alter ego or something. The twist at the end just blew me away! AWESOME!

  10. Nah I dont buy it… Only on the basis that he mentioned she looked dead tired, every partner knows that look, its the difference between “I am going to try and coax you into some morning sex” and “ugh, i’ll make my own breakfast today”. I dont want to over analyse this because I am no writer and I dont want to sound like an a55hole because I really did enjoy it. My only dissapointment is my “OMFG AARRGGHH” moment was interrupted with the thought “wait a minute… What… Wasnt she … How does that work… ?”

  11. I like how the night before you’re struggling to remember if you have a friend on the police force then you have to get away from the “…gristly image of your best friend lying dead on his own floor.”

  12. I love this story but it frustrated me that somehow the wife beat the guy to his friends place – in traffic – and then had time to murder two people, leave a message on their phone and then beat the guy home???. I would have loved it if when he woke up in the morning there was a flashing light on his phone. He freaks out and then plays the voice message to be relieved that it is his cop friend arranging to meet him at a certain time for the same reasons mentioned above. Then obviously he finds him dead and the story continues….
    Still good one! Creeped me out!!! :)

  13. Thanks for the rating guys! i personally didn’t think this was very good. when i wrote it i was like “meh”, but i posted it anyways. This was my first pasta, but i promise more to come.

    1. Hey I was wondering if this creepypasta story can be my first read on my channel. I will obviously give you credit and such. Please email me thanks.

  14. I’m usually not a fan of the 2nd person writing style, seeing as it is very hard to be universal enough to cover everyone reading and still be intriguing. I’m pretty much the farthest thing from a married guy with a cop best buddy; my being a small, young, single girl and all. HOWEVER, despite it being written in 2nd person, I really enjoyed this. I was completely caught off guard, and I had to think for a second at the end. There were a few awkward wordings that caught my eye like : “You throw up, violently, staring around in horror. ” that could have been omitted or split into at least two different statements. But other than that, I loved it.

  15. So it was the wife? Wasn’t expecting that actually, I thought when she got home and was sleeping it was actually her dead body left there by the killer

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