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Creepypasta

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This is my last will…I’m recording this now. I don’t have much time left. Well…not so much of a will, really. Everyone I know is dead, missing of seconds away from death.

I don’t know how it went so wrong. It was supposed to be something that would grant me eternal wealth, riches and longevity. Something that I heard was supposed to be how Caesar rose to power. Me being the idealistic man that I am, I decided to try it. The information was scattered far and wide. On top of Mount Everest, inside the 5001st paving stone on the Great Wall – everywhere imaginable. Everything fit together precisely and beautifully. This is how it works.

Go into the “slums” of your city and wait for midnight to strike. You must bring along three items – a coin that was made on the year of your birth, an object that holds music – like a CD, a tape or an MP3 player and the left eye from a two-week-old puppy. Stand on any street and wait exactly five minutes. If you did it correctly, there will be the sound of a single footfall behind you. You must then place the items on the ground, say your name aloud and then walk straight ahead for five minutes. Not sure what you’d do if there’s a wall or a bend in front of you. Follow the curve of the road or go around the obstacle maybe? Anyway, there’s no time to muse over the small details.

If you’ve followed those steps to the exact letter, you’ll get great power and life and all that in a couple of days. After that, you’re set for the rest of your life. If you didn’t…well, that’s where I am now.

Wait. Did you hear that? A sort of…squishing sound? Like wet…I don’t know. The mic on here probably isn’t powerful enough to pick up those sounds. After I didn’t get my wealth and power, I did some research on this particular ritual. It’s not some crappy internet meme like Candlejack or the strange Creepy Pastas on old rituals. It’s powerful stuff – old black magic. Old…as in really old. If what I’ve read is correct, this stuff was considered old when Rome was the only world superpower. Some of the reports have crude drawings of the thing that appears behind you. HP Lovecraft has nothing on those images. I’ve also read reports on what happens to those like me…the ones who fuck up.

Man, those are the worst Nightmare Fuel. Reports of people being found torn in half, their internal organs sucked out their eye sockets…and the reports of the people who are found alive. Their seemingly insane babblings and yells of unspeakable things. Of course, they speak them…rendering the whole “unspeakable” aspect a moot point. I don’t want all those to happen to me. That’s why I bought an old style revolver with me. It’s loaded with silver bullets coated with salt. The way I make it, if five bullets don’t kill whatever it is – the last one will go into my brain.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t follow everything to the letter cause I got no power. After the research left me a quivering heap in my apartment, I began to slowly accept my fate. All of my affairs are in order. All my family…shit man, strangely…all of them died a few days ago. I mean, I was on the phone with my father, just talking about life and where I was going – when he screams and gurgles. It sounded wet. Really wet. I kept listening – trying to hear the killer…five minutes later I got nothing. When I went over to his place to see for myself…police were all over the place. Questioned me for a bit and then got me to id the body. Or at least…what was left of it. Christ; my old man didn’t deserve to die that way. All this death for a stupid wish. All my friends? Dead, or dying. I just came from the hospital. Pulled the plug on my ex. Literally. She was pretty torn up – again, literally.

I’m preparing myself now. I’m going to place this recorder inside this dumpster and leave the lid propped up. Hopefully whatever it is will make some sort of noise. Anyway, I won’t say my name here. You’d probably Google it to the high heavens anyway. OK, goodbye to everyone who is listening.

Save yourself.

Full recording of a tape found in an empty street. The only sign of the individual (John Doe) was a rather large puddle of blood near the far wall. Further investigation found said revolver – unfired. The last five minutes of the tape are transcribed below.

JD: All right you son of a bitch, I’m here. I did everything and you didn’t deliver! What the fuck is wrong with you? What the hell are you anyway?

(Silence)

JD: What? That doesn’t make a lick of sense! You can’t be serious! Step out of the shadows! I wanna see who I’m dealing with.

(A single footfall is heard)

JD: Oh Christ.

(Silence, then a scream that trails off into wet gurgling. Crunching sounds heard for the remainder of tape)

Forensics have found tracks leading away from the pool of blood. the tracks do not match any known human or animal on record.


Credited to LordRex.

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  • Anonymous

    First, etc.

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  • 4chan meme

    uhm
    that’s fucking stupid.

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  • Anonymous

    BUT WHO WAS GURGLE!?

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  • Mreeee

    Not bad.

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    • http://facebook black as night and white as day

      this was kind of funny

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  • Shuleeps

    Gahh, I didn’t like this one. Poorly written. Good idea.

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  • crab

    it’s pretty obvious what happened here: he said candlejack and now he’s

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  • FAKEtofu

    Oh sigh.
    I didn’t quite like this pasta. :[

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  • http://YoungAndCynical.wordpress.com Vince

    I like how it’s the other side of the Creepy Pastas, showing exactly what happens if you fuck up a ritual.

    Vinces last blog post..The World: Crouched Down and Shitting On My Chest

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  • ggg

    yeah any creepy pasta that mentions Candlejack is just trying too ha

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  • lolol

    I remember reading this in the forums and genuinely liking it. It has enough information to let you know what was going on but still had enough mystery to keep you wondering what the hell just happened. God job.

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  • Virtutem

    Mmm, delicious.

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  • Gegner

    Nice, except for one thing:

    “You must bring along three items … an object that holds music – like a CD, a tape or an MP3 player….”

    How does that match up with this?

    “Something that I heard was supposed to be how Caesar rose to power.”

    “…this stuff was considered old when Rome was the only world superpower.”

    Aside from wondering how Caesar got ahold of an MP3 player, I liked this one fairly well. Perhaps it should have been “a musical device” or something, so it could mean a fiddle or harp as well.

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    • Anonymous

      Caesar could have taken a lute?

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    • E. Anser

      Maybe that’s the point: The guy who performed the ritual just hadn’t understood it properly. There is no obvious deviation from what the narrator thought to be the proper ritual, is there?

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  • Anonymous

    @Gegner,
    It could have been a music box or possibly even sheet music back in ye olden times.

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  • Anonymous

    I dont think Caesar had football….

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  • Marie

    Ah jeez. I can’t believe I read a creepypasta at 2:30 in the morning. I’m going to try to sleep and not freak out at every noise now. D:

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  • rusty shackleford

    pretty by-the-numbers. but ok.

    MYSPACE.COM/DAYOF1000DEATHS

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  • JB_Finesse

    Any sympathy I had for this prick ended halfway through the third paragraph when he mentioned the eye of a puppy.

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  • manduwala

    Is J.D “special”? because when faced with an unimaginable hell beast I doubt I would accuse it of “not making a lick of sense”. Bad writing or admirable sang-froid?

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  • Redkamo

    So, this ritual was old when Rome was a superpower?

    …did they have CD’s then? Or dated coins? Readily available puppies for the slaughtering?

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  • Anon E MOuse

    I’m usually very picky,
    But I liked this one for some reason.
    Could be because I’m sitting alone in my dark bedroom,
    trying to get back to sleep,
    And am easily freaked out under those conditions.

    But still, good pasta.

    [Though the "All my family…shit man, strangely…all of them died a few days ago." pulled me out of the story. I wasn't fond of that line.]

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  • MetalGearBidoof

    Should have ended “Forensics have found tracks leading away from the pool of blood. the tracks do not match any kno”

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  • MrSkary

    MrSkary is not dazzled .__.

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  • The Battlefield

    Excellent. Not as thorough as I wouldv’e liked, but the references to real life objects makes the character jump out and seem a little bit more real.

    Yet this is also why it sorta killed itself, in that the person sounded like a guy who lurked on the /x/ boards of 4chan or here on creepypasta. All in all however, it was genuine enough to garner attention from the reader.

    Obligatory: THEN WHO WAS SQUISHY?

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  • Nathara

    Thanks, I needed something to put me to sleep.

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  • Twigs

    Alright, but I think that the first part of the story (the recording itself) should of been switched with the last part. It would of made it more professional, offical looking.

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