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Sunday

I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere I know that what I write can’t be deleted or… changed… not that that’s happened. It’s just… everything blurs together here, and the fog of memory lends a strange cast to things…

I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. Maybe that’s the problem. I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I haven’t been out in a few days because I’ve been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I don’t think that’s it.

I’m not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I can’t even define what it is. Maybe I just haven’t talked to anyone in awhile. That’s the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or they’ve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying he’d talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. I’d call with my cell phone, but reception’s terrible down here. Yeah, that’s it. I just need to call someone. I’m going to go outside.

Well, that didn’t work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, I’m feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didn’t shave the two-day stubble I’ve grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that I’d run into at least one person I knew. That didn’t end up happening. I wish it did.

When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the building’s furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. I’m fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesn’t care to get them restocked.

I closed my door softly, and walked the other direction, taking care not to make a sound. I have no idea why I chose to do that, but it was fun giving in to the strange impulse not to break the droning hum of the soda machines, at least for the moment. I got to the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the building’s front door. I looked through the heavy door’s small square window, and received quite the shock: it was definitely not lunchtime. City-gloom hung over the dark street outside, and the traffic lights at the intersection in the distance blinked yellow. Dim clouds, purple and black from the glow of the city, hung overhead. Nothing moved, save the few sidewalk trees that shifted in the wind. I remember shivering, though I wasn’t cold. Maybe it was the wind outside. I could vaguely hear it through the heavy metal door, and I knew it was that unique kind of late-night wind, the kind that was constant, cold, and quiet, save for the rhythmic music it made as it passed through countless unseen tree leaves.

I decided not to go outside.

Instead, I lifted my cell phone to the door’s little window, and checked the signal meter. The bars filled up the meter, and I smiled. Time to hear someone else’s voice, I remember thinking, relieved. It was such a strange thing, to be afraid of nothing. I shook my head, laughing at myself silently. I hit speed-dial for my best friend Amy’s number, and held the phone up to my ear. It rang once… but then it stopped. Nothing happened. I listened to silence for a good twenty seconds, then hung up. I frowned, and looked at the signal meter again – still full. I went to dial her number again, but then my phone rang in my hand, startling me. I put it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked, immediately fighting down a small shock at hearing the first spoken voice in days, even if it was my own. I had gotten used to the droning hum of the building’s inner workings, my computer, and the soda machines in the hallway. There was no response to my greeting at first, but then, finally, a voice came.

“Hey,” said a clear male voice, obviously of college age, like me. “Who’s this?”

“John,” I replied, confused.

“Oh, sorry, wrong number,” he replied, then hung up.

I lowered the phone slowly and leaned against the thick brick wall of the stairwell. That was strange. I looked at my received calls list, but the number was unfamiliar. Before I could think on it further, the phone rang loudly, shocking me yet again. This time, I looked at the caller before I answered. It was another unfamiliar number. This time, I held the phone up to my ear, but said nothing. I heard nothing but the general background noise of a phone. Then, a familiar voice broke my tension.

“John?” was the single word, in Amy’s voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s you,” I replied.

“Who else would it be?” she responded. “Oh, the number. I’m at a party on Seventh Street, and my phone died just as you called me. This is someone else’s phone, obviously.”

“Oh, ok,” I said.

“Where are you?” she asked.

My eyes glanced over the drab white-washed cylinder block walls and the heavy metal door with its small window.

“At my building,” I sighed. “Just feeling cooped up. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“You should come here,” she said, laughing.

“Nah, I don’t feel like looking for some strange place by myself in the middle of the night,” I said, looking out the window at the silent windy street that secretly scared me just a tiny bit. “I think I’m just going to keep working or go to bed.”

“Nonsense!” she replied. “I can come get you! Your building is close to Seventh Street, right?”

“How drunk are you?” I asked lightheartedly. “You know where I live.”

“Oh, of course,” she said abruptly. “I guess I can’t get there by walking, huh?”

“You could if you wanted to waste half an hour,” I told her.

“Right,” she said. “Ok, have to go, good luck with your work!”

I lowered the phone once more, looking at the numbers flash as the call ended. Then, the droning silence suddenly reasserted itself in my ears. The two strange calls and the eerie street outside just drove home my aloneness in this empty stairwell. Perhaps from having seen too many scary movies, I had the sudden inexplicable idea that something could look in the door’s window and see me, some sort of horrible entity that hovered at the edge of aloneness, just waiting to creep up on unsuspecting people that strayed too far from other human beings. I knew the fear was irrational, but nobody else was around, so… I jumped down the stairs, ran down the hallway into my room, and closed the door as swiftly as I could while still staying silent. Like I said, I feel a little ridiculous for being scared of nothing, and the fear has already faded. Writing this down helps a lot – it makes me realize that nothing is wrong. It filters out half-formed thoughts and fears and leaves only cold, hard facts. It’s late, I got a call from a wrong number, and Amy’s phone died, so she called me back from another number. Nothing strange is happening.

Still, there was something a little off about that conversation. I know it could have just been the alcohol she’d had… or was it even her that seemed off to me? Or was it… yes, that was it! I didn’t realize it until this moment, writing these things down. I knew writing things down would help. She said she was at a party, but I only heard silence in the background! Of course, that doesn’t mean anything in particular, as she could have just gone outside to make the call. No… that couldn’t be it either. I didn’t hear the wind! I need to see if the wind is still blowing!

Monday

I forgot to finish writing last night. I’m not sure what I expected to see when I ran up the stairwell and looked out the heavy metal door’s window. I’m feeling ridiculous. Last night’s fear seems hazy and unreasonable to me now. I can’t wait to go out into the sunlight. I’m going to check my email, shave, shower, and finally get out of here! Wait… I think I heard something.

It was thunder. That whole sunlight and fresh air thing didn’t happen. I went out into the stairwell and up the stairs, only to find disappointment. The heavy metal door’s little window showed only flowing water, as torrential rain slammed against it. Only a very dim, gloomy light filtered in through the rain, but at least I knew it was daytime, even if it was a grey, sickly, wet day. I tried looking out the window and waiting for lightning to illuminate the gloom, but the rain was too heavy and I couldn’t make out anything more than vague weird shapes moving at odd angles in the waves washing down the window. Disappointed, I turned around, but I didn’t want to go back to my room. Instead, I wandered further up the stairs, past the first floor, and the second. The stairs ended at the third floor, the highest floor in the building. I looked through the glass that ran up the outer wall of the stairwell, but it was that warped, thick kind that scatters the light, not that there was much to see through the rain to begin with.

I opened the stairwell door and wandered down the hallway. The ten or so thick wooden doors, painted blue a long time ago, were all closed. I listened as I walked, but it was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t surprised that I heard nothing but the rain outside. As I stood there in the dim hallway, listening to the rain, I had the strange fleeting impression that the doors were standing like silent granite monoliths erected by some ancient forgotten civilization for some unfathomable guardian purpose. Lightning flashed, and I could have sworn that, for just a moment, the old grainy blue wood looked just like rough stone. I laughed at myself for letting my imagination get the best of me, but then it occurred to me that the dim gloom and lightning must mean there was a window somewhere in the hallway. A vague memory surfaced, and I suddenly recalled that the third floor had an alcove and an inset window halfway down the floor’s hallway.

Excited to look out into the rain and possibly see another human being, I quickly walked over to the alcove, finding the large thin glass window. Rain washed down it, as with the front door’s window, but I could open this one. I reached a hand out to slide it open, but hesitated. I had the strangest feeling that if I opened that window, I would see something absolutely horrifying on the other side. Everything’s been so odd lately… so I came up with a plan, and I came back here to get what I needed. I don’t seriously think anything will come of it, but I’m bored, it’s raining, and I’m going stir crazy. I came back to get my webcam. The cord isn’t long enough to reach the third floor by any means, so instead I’m going to hide it between the two soda machines in the dark end of my basement hallway, run the wire along the wall and under my door, and put black duct tape over the wire to blend it in with the black plastic strip that runs along the base of the hallway’s walls. I know this is silly, but I don’t have anything better to do…

Well, nothing happened. I propped open the hallway-to-stairwell door, steeled myself, then flung the heavy front door wide open and ran like hell down the stairs to my room and slammed the door. I watched the webcam on my computer intently, seeing the hallway outside my door and most of the stairwell. I’m watching it right now, and I don’t see anything interesting. I just wish the camera’s position was different, so that I could see out the front door. Hey! Somebody’s online!

I got out an older, less functional webcam that I had in my closet to video chat with my friend online. I couldn’t really explain to him why I wanted to video chat, but it felt good to see another person’s face. He couldn’t talk very long, and we didn’t talk about anything meaningful, but I feel much better. My strange fear has almost passed. I would feel completely better, but there was something… odd… about our conversation. I know that I’ve said that everything has seemed odd, but… still, he was very vague in his responses. I can’t recall one specific thing that he said… no particular name, or place, or event… but he did ask for my email address to keep in touch. Wait, I just got an email.

I’m about to go out. I just got an email from Amy that asked me to meet her for dinner at ‘the place we usually go to.’ I do love pizza, and I’ve just been eating random food from my poorly stocked fridge for days, so I can’t wait. Again, I feel ridiculous about the odd couple of days I’ve been having. I should destroy this journal when I get back. Oh, another email.

Oh my god. I almost left the email and opened the door. I almost opened the door. I almost opened the door, but I read the email first! It was from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a long time, and it was sent to a huge number of emails that must have been every person he had saved in his address list. It had no subject, and it said, simply:

seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they

What the hell is that supposed to mean? The words shock me, and I keep going over and over them. Is it a desperate email sent just as… something happened? The words are obviously cut off without finishing! On any other day I would have dismissed this as spam from a computer virus or something, but the words… seen with your own eyes! I can’t help but read over this journal and think back on the last few days and realize that I have not seen another person with my own eyes or talked to another person face to face. The webcam conversation with my friend was so strange, so vague, so… eerie, now that I think about it. Was it eerie? Or is the fear clouding my memory? My mind toys with the progression of events I’ve written here, pointing out that I have not been presented with one single fact that I did not specifically give out unsuspectingly. The random ‘wrong number’ that got my name and the subsequent strange return call from Amy, the friend that asked for my email address… I messaged him first when I saw him online! And then I got my first email a few minutes after that conversation! Oh my god! That phone call with Amy! I said over the phone – I said that I was within half an hour’s walk of Seventh Street! They know I’m near there! What if they’re trying to find me?! Where is everyone else? Why haven’t I seen or heard anyone else in days?

No, no, this is crazy. This is absolutely crazy. I need to calm down. This madness needs to end.

I don’t know what to think. I ran about my apartment furiously, holding my cell phone up to every corner to see if it got a signal through the heavy walls. Finally, in the tiny bathroom, near one ceiling corner, I got a single bar. Holding my phone there, I sent a text message to every number in my list. Not wanting to betray anything about my unfounded fears, I simply sent:

You seen anyone face to face lately?

At that point, I just wanted any reply back. I didn’t care what the reply was, or if I embarrassed myself. I tried to call someone a few times, but I couldn’t get my head up high enough, and if I brought my cell phone down even an inch, it lost signal. Then I remembered the computer, and rushed over to it, instant messaging everyone online. Most were idle or away from their computer. Nobody responded. My messages grew more frantic, and I started telling people where I was and to stop by in person for a host of barely passable reasons. I didn’t care about anything by that point. I just needed to see another person!

I also tore apart my apartment looking for something that I might have missed; some way to contact another human being without opening the door. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s unfounded, but what if? WHAT IF? I just need to be sure! I taped the phone to the ceiling in case

Tuesday

THE PHONE RANG! Exhausted from last night’s rampage, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to the phone ringing, and ran into the bathroom, stood on the toilet, and flipped open the phone taped to the ceiling. It was Amy, and I feel so much better. She was really worried about me, and apparently had been trying to contact me since the last time I talked to her. She’s coming over now, and, yes, she knows where I am without me telling her. I feel so embarrassed. I am definitely throwing this journal away before anyone sees it. I don’t even know why I’m writing in it now. Maybe it’s just because it’s the only communication I’ve had at all since… god knows when. I look like hell, too. I looked in the mirror before I came back in here. My eyes are sunken, my stubble is thicker, and I just look generally unhealthy.

My apartment is trashed, but I’m not going to clean it up. I think I need someone else to see what I’ve been through. These past few days have NOT been normal. I am not one to imagine things. I know I have been the victim of extreme probability. I probably missed seeing another person a dozen times. I just happened to go out when it was late at night, or the middle of the day when everyone was gone. Everything’s perfectly fine, I know this now. Plus, I found something in the closet last night that has helped me tremendously: a television! I set it up just before I wrote this, and it’s on in the background. Television has always been an escape for me, and it reminds me that there’s a world beyond these dingy brick walls.

I’m glad Amy’s the only one that responded to me after last night’s frantic pestering of everyone I could contact. She’s been my best friend for years. She doesn’t know it, but I count the day that I met her among one of the few moments of true happiness in my life. I remember that warm summer day fondly. It seems a different reality from this dark, rainy, lonely place. I feel like I spent days sitting in that playground, much too old to play, just talking with her and hanging around doing nothing at all. I still feel like I can go back to that moment sometimes, and it reminds me that this damn place is not all that there is… finally, a knock on the door!

I thought it was odd that I couldn’t see her through the camera I hid between the two soda machines. I figured that it was bad positioning, like when I couldn’t see out the front door. I should have known. I should have known! After the knock, I yelled through the door jokingly that I had a camera between the soda machines, because I was embarrassed myself that I had taken this paranoia so far. After I did that, I saw her image walk over to the camera and look down at it. She smiled and waved.

“Hey!” she said to the camera brightly, giving it a wry look.

“It’s weird, I know,” I said into the mic attached to my computer. “I’ve had a weird few days.”

“Must have,” she replied. “Open the door, John.”

I hesitated. How could I be sure?

“Hey, humor me a second here,” I told her through the mic. “Tell me one thing about us. Just prove to me you’re you.”

She gave the camera a weird look.

“Um, alright,” she said slowly, thinking. “We met randomly at a playground when we were both way too old to be there?”

I sighed deeply as reality returned and fear faded. God, I’d been so ridiculous. Of course it was Amy! That day wasn’t anywhere in the world except in my memory. I’d never even mentioned it to anyone, not out of embarrassment, but out of a strange secret nostalgia and a longing for those days to return. If there was some unknown force at work trying to trick me, as I feared, there was no way they could know about that day.

“Haha, alright, I’ll explain everything,” I told her. “Be right there.”

I ran to my small bathroom and fixed my hair as best I could. I looked like hell, but she would understand. Snickering at my own unbelievable behavior and the mess I’d made of the place, I walked to the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and gave the mess one last look. So ridiculous, I thought. My eyes traced over the half-eaten food lying on the ground, the overflowing trash bin, and the bed I’d tipped to the side looking for… God knows what. I almost turned to the door and opened it, but my eyes fell on one last thing: the old webcam, the one I used for that eerily vacant chat with my friend.

Its silent black sphere lay haphazardly tossed to the side, its lens pointed at the table where this journal lay. An overwhelming terror took me as I realized that if something could see through that camera, it would have seen what I just wrote about that day. I asked her for any one thing about us, and she chose the only thing in the world that I thought they or it did not know… but IT DID! IT DID KNOW! IT COULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING ME THE WHOLE TIME!

I didn’t open the door. I screamed. I screamed in uncontrollable terror. I stomped on the old webcam on the floor. The door shook, and the doorknob tried to turn, but I didn’t hear Amy’s voice through the door. Was the basement door, made to keep out drafts, too thick? Or was Amy not outside? What could have been trying to get in, if not her? What the hell is out there?! I saw her on my computer through the camera outside, I heard her on the speakers through the camera outside, but was it real?! How can I know?! She’s gone now – I screamed, and shouted for help! I piled up everything in my apartment against the front door –

Friday

At least I think that it’s Friday. I broke everything electronic. I smashed my computer to pieces. Every single thing on there could have been accessed by network access, or worse, altered. I’m a programmer, I know. Every little piece of information I gave out since this started – my name, my email, my location – none of it came back from outside until I gave it out. I’ve been going over and over what I wrote. I’ve been pacing back and forth, alternating between stark terror and overpowering disbelief. Sometimes I’m absolutely certain some phantom entity is dead set on the simple goal of getting me to go outside. Back to the beginning, with the phone call from Amy, she was effectively asking me to open the door and go outside.

I keep running through it in my head. One point of view says I’ve acted like a madman, and all of this is the extreme convergence of probability – never going outside at the right times by pure luck, never seeing another person by pure chance, getting a random nonsense email from some computer virus at just the right time. The other point of view says that extreme convergence of probability is the reason that whatever’s out there hasn’t gotten me already. I keep thinking: I never opened the window on the third floor. I never opened the front door, until that incredibly stupid stunt with the hidden camera after which I ran straight to my room and slammed the door. I haven’t opened my own solid door since I flung open the front door of the building. Whatever’s out there – if anything’s out there – never made an ‘appearance’ in the building before I opened the front door. Maybe the reason it wasn’t in the building already was that it was elsewhere getting everyone else… and then it waited, until I betrayed my existence by trying to call Amy… a call which didn’t work, until it called me and asked me my name…

Terror literally overwhelms me every time I try to fit the pieces of this nightmare together. That email – short, cut off – was it from someone trying to get word out? Some friendly voice desperately trying to warn me before it came? Seen with my own eyes, don’t trust them – exactly what I’ve been so suspicious of. It could have masterful control of all things electronic, practicing its insidious deception to trick me into coming outside. Why can’t it get in? It knocked on the door – it must have some solid presence… the door… the image of those doors in the upper hallway as guardian monoliths flashes back in my mind every time I trace this path of thoughts. If there is some phantom entity trying to get me to go outside, maybe it can’t get through doors. I keep thinking back over all the books I’ve read or movies I’ve seen, trying to generate some explanation for this. Doors have always been such intense foci of human imagination, always seen as wards or portals of special importance. Or perhaps the door is just too thick? I know that I couldn’t bash through any of the doors in this building, let alone the heavy basement ones. Aside from that, the real question is, why does it even want me? If it just wanted to kill me, it could do it any number of ways, including just waiting until I starve to death. What if it doesn’t want to kill me? What if it has some far more horrific fate in store for me? God, what can I do to escape this nightmare?!

A knock on the door…

I told the people on the other side of the door I need a minute to think and I’ll come out. I’m really just writing this down so I can figure out what to do. At least this time I heard their voices. My paranoia – and yes, I recognize I’m being paranoid – has me thinking of all sorts of ways that their voices could be faked electronically. There could be nothing but speakers outside, simulating human voices. Did it really take them three days to come talk to me? Amy is supposedly out there, along with two policemen and a psychiatrist. Maybe it took them three days to think of what to say to me – the psychiatrist’s claim could be pretty convincing, if I decided to think this has all been a crazy misunderstanding, and not some entity trying to trick me into opening the door.

The psychiatrist had an older voice, authoritarian but still caring. I liked it. I’m desperate just to see someone with my own eyes! He said I have something called cyber-psychosis, and I’m just one of a nationwide epidemic of thousands of people having breakdowns triggered by a suggestive email that ‘got through somehow.’ I swear he said ‘got through somehow.’ I think he means spread throughout the country inexplicably, but I’m incredibly suspicious that the entity slipped up and revealed something. He said I am part of a wave of ‘emergent behavior’, that a lot of other people are having the same problem with the same fears, even though we’ve never communicated.

That neatly explains the strange email about eyes that I got. I didn’t get the original triggering email. I got a descendant of it – my friend could have broken down too, and tried to warn everyone he knew against his paranoid fears. That’s how the problem spreads, the psychiatrist claims. I could have spread it, too, with my texts and instant messages online to everybody I know. One of those people might be melting down right now, after being triggered by something I sent them, something they might interpret any way that they want, something like a text saying seen anyone face to face lately? The psychiatrist told me that he didn’t want to ‘lose another one’, that people like me are intelligent, and that’s our downfall. We draw connections so well that we draw them even when they shouldn’t be there. He said it’s easy to get caught up in paranoia in our fast paced world, a constantly changing place where more and more of our interaction is simulated…

I have to give him one thing. It’s a great explanation. It neatly explains everything. It perfectly explains everything, in fact. I have every reason to shake off this nightmarish fear that some thing or consciousness or being out there wants me to open the door so it can capture me for some horrible fate worse than death. It would be foolish, after hearing that explanation, to stay in here until I starve to death just to spite the entity that might have got everyone else. It would be foolish to think that, after hearing that explanation, I might be one of the last people left alive on an empty world, hiding in my secure basement room, spiting some unthinkable deceptive entity just by refusing to be captured. It’s a perfect explanation for every single strange thing I’ve seen or heard, and I have every reason in the world to let all of my fears go, and open the door.

That’s exactly why I’m not going to.

How can I be sure?! How can I know what’s real and what’s deception? All of these damn things with their wires and their signals that originate from some unseen origin! They’re not real, I can’t be sure! Signals through a camera, faked video, deceptive phone calls, emails! Even the television, lying broken on the floor – how can I possibly know it’s real? It’s just signals, waves, light… the door! It’s bashing on the door! It’s trying to get in! What insane mechanical contrivance could it be using to simulate the sound of men attacking the heavy wood so well?! At least I’ll finally see it with my own eyes… there’s nothing left in here for it to deceive me with, I’ve ripped apart everything else! It can’t deceive my eyes, can it? Seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they… wait… was that desperate message telling me to trust my eyes, or warning me about my eyes too?! Oh my god, what’s the difference between a camera and my eyes? They both turn light into electrical signals – they’re the same! I can’t be deceived! I have to be sure! I have to be sure!

Date Unknown

I calmly asked for paper and a pen, day in and day out, until it finally gave them to me. Not that it matters. What am I going to do? Poke my eyes out? The bandages feel like part of me now. The pain is gone. I figure this will be one of my last chances to write legibly, as, without my sight to correct mistakes, my hands will slowly forget the motions involved. This is a sort of self-indulgence, this writing… it’s a relic of another time, because I’m certain everyone left in the world is dead… or something far worse.

I sit against the padded wall day in and day out. The entity brings me food and water. It masks itself as a kind nurse, as an unsympathetic doctor. I think it knows that my hearing has sharpened considerably now that I live in darkness. It fakes conversations in the hallways, on the off chance that I might overhear. One of the nurses talks about having a baby soon. One of the doctors lost his wife in a car accident. None of it matters, none of it is real. None of it gets to me, not like she does.

That’s the worst part, the part I almost can’t handle. The thing comes to me, masquerading as Amy. Its recreation is perfect. It sounds exactly like Amy, feels exactly like her. It even produces a reasonable facsimile of tears that it makes me feel on its lifelike cheeks. When it first dragged me here, it told me all the things I wanted to hear. It told me that she loved me, that she had always loved me, that it didn’t understand why I did this, that we could still have a life together, if only I would stop insisting that I was being deceived. It wanted me to believe… no, it needed me to believe that she was real.

I almost fell for it. I really did. I doubted myself for the longest time. In the end, though, it was all too perfect, too flawless, and too real. The false Amy used to come every day, and then every week, and finally stopped coming altogether… but I don’t think the entity will give up. I think the waiting game is just another one of its gambits. I will resist it for the rest of my life, if I have to. I don’t know what happened to the rest of the world, but I do know that this thing needs me to fall for its deceptions. If it needs that, then maybe, just maybe, I am a thorn in its agenda. Maybe Amy is still alive out there somewhere, kept alive only by my will to resist the deceiver. I hold on to that hope, rocking back and forth in my cell to pass the time. I will never give in. I will never break. I am… a hero!

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The doctor read the paper the patient had scribbled on. It was barely readable, written in the shaky script of one who could not see. He wanted to smile at the man’s steadfast resolve, a reminder of the human will to survive, but he knew that the patient was completely delusional.

After all, a sane man would have fallen for the deception long ago.

The doctor wanted to smile. He wanted to whisper words of encouragement to the delusional man. He wanted to scream, but the nerve filaments wrapped around his head and into his eyes made him do otherwise. His body walked into the cell like a puppet, and told the patient, once more, that he was wrong, and that there was nobody trying to deceive him.

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Credited to Gar/Matt Dymerski.

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  • Ryan

    Bravo. I thought the whole time that it was a poor effort to make it seem like there was something more to the story, but the ending really tied it all together so perfectly

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    • Alek Jinner

      i think the answer is sort of a loose bow, it seems simple but when you look into it you start to find other answer, like the docter is possesed by an alien, or maybe the human brain itself is controling the person and they are trapped inside the brain, explaining why that the guys insanity saved him from the brains influence

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      • Anonymous

        Am I the only one who eyed my webcam suspiciously after reading this story?

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        • Anonymous

          No, I did too. I thought about putting a band-aid over it or something too :/

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        • Anonymous

          no

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        • Anonymous

          I got rid of mine. its sitting in the closet all alone now.
          and at first i thought about whiteface….

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        • PedoBear

          No

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        • Babs

          I did too… Imma close my laptop every night from now on… Or put something over it… Or smash my laptop with a hammer…. Any of those options work for me.

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        • Lone

          No, i already had a sticker over mine. Funny thing is when it said ‘I got an email.” my oovoo thing went off saying someone messaged me >.>

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        • MadiYo

          I’m Skyping with my friend… so no..

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        • Anonymous

          No, youre not, im sorta creeped out too

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        • Garen J O

          I’ve never been the type to fall into such traps. however i am always very careful to guard my identity from strangers. i disconnect my webcam when im not using it, use false names on websites i dont trust; and finally never tell people whether Garen J O is actually my birth name etc. It gives me a sense of security

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        • Anonymous

          I already have a post-it taped over my webcam. The NSA stuff is already a little like this. ( I know, I know, if you aren’t doing anything wrong you have noting to hide but i still don’t agree. Please no hate comments)

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        • Anonymous

          I always do this anyway. And I always keep something over it, just a simple sticker maybe. You never know.

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        • Anonymous

          I have always had a sticker over my web cam for these very reasons

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        • The Hash Slinging Slasher

          What freak would want to watch us read scary stories for like an hour without saying a word?

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          Rating: +105 (from 115 votes)
        • Anonymous

          Oddly enough ever since I found out people can hack into your webcam an watch you, I’ve put a post-it over mine. It gets me really paranoid when it’s not there.

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        • http://warriorcatsrplay.webs.com/ Lenny

          I, thankfully, don’t own a webcam.

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          Rating: +27 (from 31 votes)
        • http://www.lateniteramblings.wordpress.com marisamoe

          NO, I looked at my webcam too, and DID put a bandaid over it..:/

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        • Anonymous

          i don’t have a webcam….. thankfully.
          But i’ve never been truly paranoid, just kinda like, just in case…………

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        • Anonymous

          i feel like the only way not to freak out about the webcam is to make the party watching you freak out by staring at the webcam as long as possible, whenever possible. Though this does make you question your sanity when you wonder if there’s no one on the other side

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        • Maxey

          No, now I’m really creeped out… O.O

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        • ElectronicVOICES

          I have an old laptop that had it’s camera smashed in long ago. I rarely do anything involving electronics, other than Creepypasta and Amazon. And for that, I even use a different address and a fake name. (my friend is simpathetic to my paranoia)

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        • Heisenberg95

          I thankfully don’t have a webcam, but my paranoia is just as bad cuz I can’t bring myself to open my bedroom door, or even unlock it.

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        • tsubasa

          I’m reading this on my tablet….
          I’m covering the camera with my thumb…..I’m scared”0-0″

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        • WoodsenDragon

          i swear i saw a face on my webcam what wasnt mine…

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        • ScaryAdi

          I just realised I have a camera on my tablet… I won’t be able to sleep tonight…

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          Rating: +6 (from 14 votes)
        • Anonymous

          you people are crazy

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        • Owertire1

          hehe, I hate my webcam always done! :P

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        • Anonymous

          ppl can hack you webcam just put colored tape over it

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        • Artemis

          No. I resisted the urge for a few days, but I eventually put a red dot sticker over it.

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        • JoJo

          No I didn’t. But I really wanted to open up the door.

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        • Anonymous

          No, no you are not.

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        • bob

          i have already covered mine in tape bcuz im so paraniod :P

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        • Anonymous

          I keep electrical tape over my webcam at all times.

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        • Anonymous

          No don’t worry I did too lol

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        • Anonymous

          I would have, but I have been paranoid about being watched for years…There’s already tape on it.

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        • nikivenus

          Total win for me, I purposely bought a laptop without a built in webcam =)

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        • Freddy Fazbear

          I have a webcam but I actually am freaked out by it… I actually smashed my old pc because the webcam went static and made slenderish noises so i got really scared and just threw it across the room…Don’t worry it was a windows 6

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      • Michael

        10/10

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        • ThisTechnoKid

          You know that thing about spreading this. Yeah this is about how you would do it. So thanks a lot for making people who read this slowly fall into insanity. ^.^

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        • http://ticcitoby.com Ticci Toby

          Yeah. This story was amazing and it all tied together so well at the end. The doctor had a valid explanation, but the main engineer guy had a good reason for why the stuff happened too. Of course it could just be a REALLY weird coincidence. Eitherway, this story was awesome. good job! *Internet fist bump*

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      • Anonymous

        Dude yes I love that comment and the story is well done as well really keep me reading, epic job

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      • Randi Dickeson

        so because he was intelligent he figured it out that everything is deceptive? \

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      • Abbeh

        I’m always paranoid, haha.
        I always keep my door shut and locked, I always shut all doors when home alone, especially at night. I don’t talk on the phone much at all. I also cover my webcam when not skyping. When out in public, I tend to not talk to people and just nod and point to things. I always watch my surroundings when I’m alone and I tend to glance at the little things that move all the time, even if it’s a blanket moving from the fan being on.

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        • Anonymous

          your not the only one… trust me, im exactly the same

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        • ?

          i am also that way

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        • proxy

          what do u do in school, only nod and point to things? im actually the same only thing i dont do is uncover my web cam even when im skyping i keep it covered, except i know the person on the other side personally and very well god i hate that im so paranoid

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      • RanceLandstrong

        I looked at my webcam and then the lights like went out for like second AND I ALMOST LOST MY SHIT CAUSE NOW IM THINKING LIEK THEY KNOW I KNOW OH MY GOD NOW WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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        • A Ninny Mouse

          Yeep. XD

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    • Mestr Rekkr

      I will make a better one.
      No, I can’t.
      Sh**! I have no match for this.

      Ok. You win dude.
      Still the best rated even after 3 years.
      Fvck.

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      • Angel

        This pasta was great!! I’m seriously freaked right now! *shivers*

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        • Anonymous

          maybe because is ttru

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    • Anonymous

      Buggi buggi

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      • thecreeps456

        all in all just be creepy, reach inside you to find that thing that could really happen in real life and start from there.

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    • http://www.gmail.com The WTFcrumpet

      Hey, any advice to a newcomer like me?

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      • http://creepypasta.com anonymous

        be creepy, be mysterious, get ideas from experiences like nightmares and don’t give yourself mass paranoia. :)

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        • http://www.memecenter.com/thorn-and-spec Thorn-and-spec

          Or on a side-note, give yourself mass paranoia, it’ll damn well inspire you!

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    • Anonymous

      Dont get it:(

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      • Anonymous

        Okay, so John has been locked in his house for a few days without talking to anyone. As he tries to contact others, he starts to believe that some entity has taken over and possessed everyone. Amy, his friend has him sent to an asylum where he still refuses to believe that he is wrong. The last few paragraphs reveal that he is right and that the fake doctor just needs him to believe nothing is out of the ordinary.

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        • anon

          so, basically, John was right the whole time and the doctor is trying to convince him hes still crazy?

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        • Anonymous

          Actually man i think the doctor was real and the thing had just put things in his brain and eyes to control him. Its weird.

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        • anonymous

          whatever’s controlling people seems to be able to do it by hijacking electrical signals. It gets into phones, the internet, webcams, and apparently eyes too. my understanding is that after the main character gouged his own eyes out, he could no longer be controlled.

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        • Anonymous

          Actually, I think that the guy was *just* crazy. There is no entity, he just went nuts and thought that the entity was SO good that it could recreate the entire world. Therefore, he thinks he’s living in this world, and then this entity comes and it slowly starts becoming everything, simulating everything, when in fact everything is normal.

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        • ThatAsianGuy

          So… Amy was visiting him since the doctor was real and was just being controlled. She must be so proud and doing this (>w<)b… mentally

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        • Dylan

          What happens, is that John in the end, after he has resisted everything he has went through, John was right the whole time. The doctor, psychiatrist, was all WANTING to tell him to resist the urge, that he was wright, but the entity had the “nerve felons”, which gives you the right to think for yourself, but the entity controlled you, your voice, movement, everything, which comes back to the phrase “He wanted to shout words of encouragement to the dilusional man(John), but the nerve phelons wrapped around his head and into his eyes did otherwise”, in other words, John was right and all, and the entity could see through the circuts of a camera, which is how he saw the playground thought when the camera on John’s laptop was pointed at his notebook, which concludes where his eyes were the same as a camera, that’s how the entity would control you, as it would be connected to your eyes and into your brain. When John poked his eyes out and blinded himself, they didn’t have nerves in them, his nerves were dead in his eyes so they could be connected, along with the bandages around his eyes. I maybe wrong about him poking out his eyes, but we know he DID blind himself. He was taken to an asylum/hospital type building, as he says his “padded cell”, and that’s how he could finally feel Amy and all other feelings like that. I do love this story, it makes me think logically, and personally this is my favorite story of all time, I listened to it literally 15 times.

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        • Dylan

          I typed what happened, but it made me go back to the site and admit I’m 18, so long story short, I love the story, watched it literally 15 times. The entity controls the doctor’s actions and speaking and everything like that, but the doctor’s mind he can still control himself, like how the narrator said “He WANTED to scream words of encouragement” but he couldn’t because the “nerve phelons” wrapped around his head and into his eyes wouldn’t let him. He was taken to a hospital/asylum type facility as it says in his “padded cell” and all, unless it’s just an asylum and all. The entity can control people through their eyes, which is why it couldn’t control John because he poked/tore his eyes out and blinded himself, so there was no nerves to connect too, so it couldn’t control John. The way you know John was right is because the narrator says “As the psychiatrist walks into the cell, like a puppet” because he was controlled by the entity that John was afraid of, and the fact that Amy knew what to say about the playground and all was because the entity could attach to the circuits of the camera and could see the notebook, as John’s camera on his laptop was pointed at it.

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      • A Ninny Mouse

        There’s some entity that has somehow taken over everything in the world. It knows nothing about John until he gives it out to the outside world. He doesn’t get calls because the entity doesn’t know his number. That is, until he made the call. Then it does know his number. Same thing with the webcam and email.

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    • Alfredo

      When u trick ur mind into tricking u what is fake and what is real when u cant distiguish the line and there is no bounders..

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    • Alfredo Lozoya

      When u trick ur mind into tricking u what is fake and what is real when u cant distiguish the line and there is no bounders..

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      • Anonymous

        Inception time!

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      • GaMzEe MaKaRa

        there is a line, it’s just very thin. :o)

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    • Anonymous

      this makes you think. what is sanity exactly? How can we ever know that we aren’t seeing illusions? only the healthiest of minds think these thought since we want to know. Insanity is a perfectly good mind running so fast that it overworks itself and destroys itself. Sanity is usually a dulled mind going to slow to harm itself.

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      • Random-Reader-Ren

        well said

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      • http://www.loko.com Annon

        “do you know the definioin of insanity…

        doing the exact fuking thing over and over and over again”

        Vaas Montenegro

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        • TheDarkFox

          and expecting a different outcome.

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        • Vtimpaler

          Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result – Albert Einstein’s definition of insanity.

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        • TheDarkFox

          Ya know whats really scary? I’ve never read this story before yet I commented on it and I don’t remember commenting on it…. But I literally finished the quote as I did in my comment, as I read this… O.O

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        • Heisenberg95

          No hate comments about this, but Robin Williams applied the Einstein quote “Insanity is repeating an action and expecting a different result” to the re-election of George Bush. I honestly thought it was freakin hilarious!!!!!

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        • Anonomous

          Bravo. I fucking love this comment.

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        • Anonymous

          bravo bravo best game ever

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      • Luis

        good point, only those whose minds are so effective at running efficiently are capable of pondering such deep thought to the point of losing themselves.

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      • Anonymous

        Logic says that the human brain is designed to work…
        However there is no proof that what we see is always what the brain interprets.

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        • Donkey Punch!

          This ^

          How can we tell what we are seeing is what everyone else is seeing.

          You can’t!

          Think about it without burning yourself out. How can you prove that the image someone else is seeing through their eyes is identical to yours? It would almost certainly be different in a few ways due to the way out brains are wired differently.

          But the really weird part is, they could explain exactly what they are seeing, but the actual image they see for one thing may be different through your eyes.

          For example: Color blind people. someone who is color blind may see a particular color as “grey” but because they’ve been told its “blue”, they then know it’s blue.

          But what if they are also color blind to grey? I could be fk’n orange colored in their mind for all we know.

          Lol this one always gets me.

          Great story, had me reading every single line literally with my face inches from the screen in apprehension :D

          Good Work 10/10

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      • The Hash Slinging Slasher

        We know because we can eat sandwiches without pooping out air two days later.

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        • A Ninny Mouse

          If I eat at all, or don’t eat at all, I tend to “poop out air”.

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      • Hellopeople9

        Well, I like Stephen King’s definition of insanity: insanity is the inability to accept an idea that is logical because of the evidence on it <- from the tommyknockers, creepy book feels a lot like this story :)

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    • http://creepypasta lol girl

      Good but it more to be scary if thats what trying to do.

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      • Anonymous

        Dude that was scary as hell that fricked the sh** out of me

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        • Admirer

          We would probably never get scared if we didn’t have an imagination because its our imagination that makes things scary, and incomplete thoughts get completed by paranoia powered by imagination

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        • fearless

          im a 12 yr old girl who isn’t even fazed, it was an interesting story, though.

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    • kiefer stewart

      omg this story is so me

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    • Anonymous

      The entire time I was thinking that it was just paranoia(though I wouldn’t have opened the door either) but the ending made me drop my iPod and my jaw

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    • The StickMan

      No, I think the ending was a cheesy last minute attempt to give a twist. He should have just left it at when he went crazy. That was good enough.

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      • Quagsire

        I’m totally into that, would have been much better, I’m still 50/50 on if their was actually a paranormal force or not? What’s the general consensus?

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    • DalekSecond

      So, blind men would be alright

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  • http://drneko.com Dr. Neko

    Long but very enjoyable story. 9/10

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    • jeffthfemkiller

      Neko! Ur a cat. I wnt nutz readin this story

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    • http://nb27.org Bob

      10 out of 10!!!

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      • Anonymous

        I don’t get it

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    • Savannah Phillips

      Can someone please explain the ending to me?

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      • joshua gibson

        the whole story is meant to make you think that John is crazy, and has psychosic and is paranoid of the world around him, to where a normal person would think otherwise. but in reality, john is right, his delusions are true, its a twist ending, thinking he is crazy and then finding out he is right

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        • Anonymous

          *reads story*

          Lol wut?

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        • Anonymous

          Yeah the doctor wanted to tell him he was right but the “entity” wouldn’t let him it was using some kind of mind control

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        • Codex

          I though he was right the entire time…

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      • Anonymous

        It turns out that some kind of being really was trying to deceive him

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      • http://creepypasta rake hunta

        he was wrong about the entity and went bonkers.

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        • http://creepypasta rake hunta

          i was wrong

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      • Anonymous

        The patient went insane, revolving throughout the story and his eyes deceiving him, John had wrapped bandages around his head, life itself ingulfing into darkness. After the bandages he opened the door and went with the entity. My take on the ending is John is probably inside of an insane asylum, waiting for the the entity to give up or him waiting for death.

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        • Anonymous

          Actually I think he poked his eyes out
          Because he says “the pain is gone”

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        • Anonymous

          He lives in darkness

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        • Anonymous

          I think he did, because he said when they gave him a pen and paper, “What am I going to do? Poke my eyes out?”

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      • Jel

        The doctor was also insane.

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        • Anonymous

          the doctor was the entity trying to deceive him so was the therapist

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        • vaginal fart

          No the doc had pity on him.

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        • I Consist Entirely of Lego Bricks.

          Everyone but John is controlled by this ‘entity’.

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    • Anonymous

      Yea I like it a lot! But the only thing I don’t like about it it’s the ending and if the doctor at the end is lying or telling the truth or if the guy is crazy or sane.
      I would rate it 9/10. The ending and uncertainty knocked it down to nine for me.

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      • Anonymous

        That’s the beauty of it. He masterfully crafted the ending for you to interpret it as you see it.

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        • reiu

          Nah, the ending gives it away pretty much. John was right, the entity was real. That’s it.

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      • http://www.memecenter.com/thorn-and-spec Thorn-and-spec

        The doctor, Amy, the Therapist, everyone, was the entity that John goes on and on about, the story makes him look insane, and he is, but he was also right!

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      • Anonymous

        are you kidding me? the best part is the ending, dude!! that’s taken plot twist to a whole new level!! if you can’t understand, here it is! the doctor wanted to tell John that he was sane, but because the doctor had his mind controlled, he couldn’t do so, and instead telling the otherwise that John was insane! So basically the doctor lied, although he couldn’t help it since his mind was controlled.

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        • Anonymous

          the ending was well crafted, but definitely not masterfully. though the ending is vague on how the entity exists, it expressly states that it does, stopping any thought that this could happen in reality… btw my take on the ending is that the doctor is part of the entity, and the entity is amassed that johns will is so strong, but continues to try to break him, for sport.

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        • Yumikuri

          I can’t stress this enough. THERE IS NO “RIGHT” ANSWER TO THE ENDING. it is an open-ended ending in the way that the CONCLUSION is the way YOU take the words to mean. The way most seem to view the ending is that an entity is controlling the doctor (that is neither right nor is it wrong). another way to look at it is the Doctor feels sympathetic to John and want to cheer for him and his delusional state of survival, but it is not his job to encourage his patient’s delusions. also, by stating that John is insane, you question his sanity. is his proneness to delusions what has kept him sf efrom the entities. or is his delusions what keep him safe from the doctors “deceptions” of leading him back to a normal life. There are abunch more ways all of this can be taken. and it is very well written for that reason because in a way it play off of your own mental state and what you wish to believe.

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        • Yuki

          @Yumikuri. I agree, there is no definite answer, it leaves it up to the reader.

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  • Joekirk

    A long read, but a good one.

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  • Anonymous

    This has got to be one of my favorite pastas. I agree with Ryan, that made the length well worth it. However, regardless of the ending choice, I think that had it decided to go the more disappointing route at the end, I still would have felt it worth the read due to the great tension building moments throughout.

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  • Kefka

    SECOND!!!

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    • Anonymous

      lol the dislikes tho

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  • Anonymouse

    Delicious pasta.

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  • lulzfish

    I would have just asked Amy to verify something else.
    It’s not like you only have one memory in common with each friend.

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    • Tyler

      Well, it says that that one memory is something he never shared with anyone else, which could mean that he has already shared a myriad of other facts and memories about himself and Amy, so he would just conclude that the entity knew those things from previous conversations. He would have to go back and systematically check every memory he had with just the two of them alone that he never told anyone else about. It’s pretty mind-rattling.

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      • http://creepypasta.com Lola

        Hey Tyler so I was thinking, “well why couldn’t he have just asked her for another memory?” But you answered that and I totally forgot that he said that that memory was the only one he had never shared with anyone else

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        • Anonymous

          Well he would have to ask for another question because that entity knew the answer to the question because the webcam was pointed to it

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        • Anonymous

          Well he might have not shared it with some one but the webcam saw it so it knew and he would have had to ask another question

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      • Anonymous

        He could have asked her for the name of the park. He hadnt written that down anywhere.

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    • Kaylee

      That’s exactly what I was thinking

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  • looby

    Brilliant story! Sad ending ;__;

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  • Christopher

    Wow… This really got me to thinking. It was a wonderful Pasta, the best I have read. It did not make me so terrified I could not sleep, or look out windows, or give me a headache. It had great grammar. And was very well written. I wish there was a big book about the story of this man, and his, “Cyber-Psychosis” and again, it was a wonderful read. How he compared his own eyes, with the eyes of a machine, was beyond brilliant. It was the most interesting pasta that was not scary. I never knew it could work so well like that.

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    • Gaskank

      I agree wholeheartedly. Such a delicious pasta.

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    • Lolz

      I am a little confused. Is he just crazy or is the entity real?

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      • Anonymous

        No, that’s whyit’scalled Psychosis. He is paranoid because heletthe fear grow in his mind, ur rationalizingit.

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        • notfallingforit

          i know you’re one of them

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        • Anonymous

          im cofused too. I mean i thought he was just crazy, but it says that the docter was like being forced to tell him that, and the entity was real. It was a really good pasta though!

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        • MrSandman9151

          The ending can be interpreted many ways, that’s what makes it so good. On the one hand, the circuits and all that around the doctor could be describing his actual tendons. Like how eyes are likened to cameras. In that respect, we are all the deceivers, drying to rationalize our hollow existence and expelling anything resembling a separate course of thought. Such as his psychosis; we were rationalizing with his fears, for we were trapped in the room with him. On the other hand, the machine controlling the doctor could be real, and was controlling his actions. In this case, his “psychosis” was not psychosis at all, and his fears were actually justified. We spent the entire story thinking, “well that’s sad, but… what if…” and lo, we were right all along. Makes you question the state of your own sanity…

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        • patrick leary

          yeah he’s the deceiver he’s making you think that it was fake….

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        • Anonymous

          The entity was real and trying to deceive him, and amazing pasta loved it

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    • Bruce

      I agree with christopher amazing pasta with a great story and a good ending. The long read was worth it,and it didn’t make me paranoid that a monster would come to me in the night and kill me. Plus what makes it even creepier and better is that phsycosis is a real condition. 10 out of 10!

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    • Some Fat Guy

      Give me this recipe!

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      Rating: +7 (from 9 votes)
  • http://violentharvest.blogspot.com Violent Harvest

    Nice. I enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Great build-up and good ending 10/10

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  • Gar

    Thanks for the positive feedback guys :) though it seems my italics didn’t show up here. I’ll have to remember that for next time.

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  • Aurah

    I deeply enjoyed this pasta, it’s one of the best one’s i’ve read in quite a while.

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    Rating: +27 (from 33 votes)
    • http://crazynoodles.com Super ONE!

      You mean noodles?

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  • Wed11:03PM

    Bravo

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  • HooFlungPoo

    So, does this make everyone feel better? Ya know, about the halloween incident?

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    • Kyle

      What Halloween incident?

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      • Anon

        i would really like to know too

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    • Jester

      Yes, please tell us.

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    • Anonymous

      this comment is going to make me go into a psychosis

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      • HooFlungPoo

        the one where a guy went into phychosis and wouldnt leave the top story of his house

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        Rating: +4 (from 4 votes)
  • Squiggles

    Wait…What??
    I was expecting the entire time that he was just going crazy, but still loving the pasta. it was written in a way that seemed obvious, hes nuts. but him being insane….saved him? trippy pasta is trippy. 10/10.

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    • Joe McBobski

      I don’t see it as his insanity saved him, per se. Reread the ending, and think of what else it could be describing.
      Think realistically.

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      • FumingPanther

        Maybe I’m a little thick, but what’s this realistic bit you mention? with the nerve filements and the thing wrapped around his eyes, i can only assume something is forcing him to act that way

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        • Death Slade

          His mind is the machine that’s forcing him to do it. His mind is controlling him to do it. The mind is a mans best friend, and at times his worst enemy.

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        • Joe McBobski

          Yeah, this is what I was getting at, although I didn’t want to spoil things.

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        • http://none Person

          I am with joe here; it was his mind who sis that not some monster or his insanity. GREAT STORY!!!! 10/10

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      • http://NA Austin

        Just curious, could you explain what you are getting at. I am imagining robot Dr.

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        • x24sonic

          What I interpreted was that the doctor described at the end was possessed by this otherworldly being, and could not help but do the actions that it was chemically forcing him to do. (manipulating the people’s actions through their brain)

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        • Anonymous

          So…… The doctors mind was being controlled by the boy who thought he was mad, a as was Amy etc??? Amazing pasta though

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        • Bob

          So it was God the entire time?! I knew he couldn’t be trusted!

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  • Koobaxion

    10/10, could have used a different ending, but other than that, it was awesome!

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  • Flash37

    Doors; They are large rectangular blocks of wood used to fill ungainly holes in walls, not portals, silly~

    *ahem*
    Okay, I was getting hints of 1408 until he got to the mental hospital, then I was predicting a claw popping out of the doctor’s back. Then I squealed inside =D
    Very good pasta, perfectly cooked and it leaves no bad aftertaste. 10/10

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  • JMac

    FANTASTIC!!!

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  • ScaryStoryIsScary

    Excellent – one of the best printed here in a long time. Professional quality.

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    Rating: +45 (from 47 votes)
  • Eric

    Very scary. 9/10.

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  • KatieBug

    Weird. In a good way, I liked it. Almost makes me paramoid…

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    • Slender Man

      Oh damn, I hate it when I get paramoid

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      • Swirly Head Man

        ERRMAHGERRD! It’s Slender Man!

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        Rating: +18 (from 38 votes)
        • http://none Slender Man

          Yes it is! Fear me!

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        • Alecae Alaysia

          -insert girly scream here-

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          Rating: +15 (from 19 votes)
        • Gage

          Up for a game of Manhunt?

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        • Chuck Norris

          Hey, Slendy……start running!

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          Rating: +23 (from 33 votes)
        • Jeff The Killer

          chuck,please….you are how old? Bruce lee beat you.Im bat shit cazy as hell and i know this.so dont be talking to my bro slendy like dat

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        • 10 year old girl

          I wont fear you you little … ok I wont cuss now but you arent even scary slender man ive seen scarier like jeff the killer but im not saying hes all that scary either so just bequiet and quiver at my boldness cause im only 10 yea thats rite 10 and you are ssoooo scary yae rite maybe read that story again or even better in the wall and poop your pants because its so scary . Boom!

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        • Lolz

          I think Slender Man is just lonely. If I saw him I would want to give him a huge hug!

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        • Mr. Widemouth

          How many people do you think we could “take out” together, slendyy?

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        • The Real Candle Jack

          hi

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        • a person

          since when are slendy and jeff.y bros?

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  • Kryptography

    Great story, very well written. Not 100% sold on the ending, I think even without the very last section the story is just as good, maybe better.

    Either way, great job! Look forward to seeing more from this writer.

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  • Bob

    Can someone explain the ending a little more clearly?

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    • Joe McBobski

      Reread the ending, and then think of what it could possibly be describing. Nerves. Eyes. Inside the skull. Think realistically.

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      • Anon

        it says the nerve filaments wrapped around his head…”wrapped around” as in not inside…so, no not inside his skull…around his head…something else controlling him…not his brain…pay attention…>.>

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        • Katkee

          It still wraps around his head, inside or outside. Doesn’t make a difference. It’s like, blood vessels go around your body, but they’re on the inside.

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        • Tymann

          Actually, it says it like the nerve filaments are outside the body, like it’s attached, giving the idea that something took his brain over. It also says he tried to scream, but the nerves forced his brain not to.

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      • Anonymous

        But it says, “His body walked into the cell like a puppet” Usually the word puppet means that he was not in control of his own body.

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        • Zach

          It’s referring to the mind as a separate being, in a way. No, he was not in control of his own body. His mind was treating his body as a puppet. “A sane man would have fallen for the deception long ago”. He is not a sane man, he is insane. Insane, and didn’t fall for the deception of his mind. Our minds are what allow us to be sane, and everybody else was sane, their mind controlling them like a puppet. Everybody except for John.

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        • Anonymous

          So is it as though a Sane person is just being deceived by the Human mind to believe that Everything is normal and Insane people have been freed of that deception and know that the mind works against them?

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        • Think

          Or it could mean a puppet, as in a dcotor walking into a patients room (as doctors do a million time due to work) as a puppet. Remember the quote “insanity is doing something over and over again and nothing changes”
          Doctor could be not controlled by an entity but the writer still described him as a puppet due to his job and the countless times they are meeting with the same patients everyday.

          Something to think about.

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    • Artemis

      The ‘nerve filaments wrapped around his head and into his eyes’ are linking back to John’s notion earlier: ‘what’s the difference between a camera and my eyes? They both turn light into electrical signals – they’re the same!’. This explains that the eyes are linked to the brain, so in this ending, it may be saying that the eyes are controlling the brain, and the brain in turn controls the body.

      Hope this helped!

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  • Ther

    Incredible. Very very good.

    9/10 :)

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