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Second Life



Estimated reading time — 4 minutes

If I were you, I’d stop reading. I know a lot of stories say that, but I’m dead serious. Stop.

No? Well, it’s your choice. I can’t stop you. Well, consider this story a warning, and let’s leave it at that.

It was a completely normal day. It’s always a normal day, when these things happen. I was on here, reading creepy pastas to freak myself out. I used to like that sort of thing. I loved the feeling of chills running up my spine when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, after reading a story. I was going to read a ghost story I thought sounded interesting, when something popped out at me. It was titled, “I Dare You”.

It seemed to glow brighter than all the other stories shown on my screen. I was curious, so I clicked on it. This is how it went- “Hello. I have a dare for you. Only the bravest of the brave will do it. We all have that one creepy person in the neighborhood. That pale, quiet girl in school, the crazy old man down the street, or the middle aged women who swore she heard voices when her husband died. Yes, that person. Go to their house. Sound easy right? Well, here’s the quirk. They know something you don’t. All of them have one thing in common. They all have this one thing that makes them the way they are. You have to ask them what it is. It may sound easy, but you will figure it out. Good luck.”

I smirked at myself as I thought about Claire. Claire was the crazy person in my town. She always had wide eyes and rarely ever left her house. She always had a pained look on her face, and always walked slowly. She seemed frail and harmless enough. I thought I should go. Then I read the single reply. It had no name. All it said was “DONT DO IT.” I dismissed it immediately and turned off my computer. Time to go see Claire.

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It took about fifteen minutes to get there, but I didn’t stop walking. As I was walking up the steps to her house, I saw a curtain on one of the basement windows move. I peered over and saw Claire in the window. Her eyes seemed wider than ever, her long black hair framed her pale face. I gulped and motioned toward the door. She shook her head violently and left the window. I went up to the door and rung the doorbell. No one answered. I knew Claire was home, so I rung it a few more time. Still no answer. Being stubborn, I wasn’t going to give up. I marched down over to her basement window and peered down into the basement. Claire was still standing at the window, so her pale face sacred me a little. I spoke through the window hoping she could hear me “Claire, I just want to talk. Please let me in.” Claire shook her head again, and I heard her muffled voice come through the window. “No. Claire can’t move. Claire is never” I had never heard her speak before, so I was confused by the way she referred to herself as Claire. I smiled gently at her. “May I speak to you right here.” She studied my face for a minute, then gave a curt nod. She was so frightened, I could see her trembling as she stood before me. Now it wasn’t about the dare. I just needed to know. I took a deep breath and said “Tell me what’s bothering you Claire. I won’t say anything, I swear.” Her wide eyes grew even wider and she squealed. I expected her to run, but she just fell onto her bottom, trying to avoid my gaze. I looked down at her. “Claire, tell me. Please.” She looked back up to me with tears streaming down her face. “Claire’s second life. It’s ruining… it’s breaking Claire.” I resisted the urge to run. ‘Second life?’ I wondered. ‘What the heck is she talking about?’ She looked back down but kept speaking. “We all have second lives. Most just don’t live theirs. Claire is living second life. It’s horrible! The doors… the footsteps… the shrieking! It’s too much for Claire!” She abruptly stood up and tried to run in the other direction. After she took two running  steps she collapsed. She covered her ears and screamed. I pounded my hands on the glass. “Claire! What’s happening?!” I yelled. She looked at me, tears flowing even more freely now and spoke quietly. I had to read her lips to figure out what she said. She had whispered “Don’t. Move.” I shouted to her. “I’m going to get help Claire! Don’t worry.”

I stood and started running. But right as I took the first step, I understood. A wave of pain washed over my whole body with each step I took. Sound of doors slamming and creaking open and closed, loud footsteps, and the voices of people who I had ever done wrong by, yelling, shrieking, and crying filled my ear. I was overwhelmed so much that I only had managed a squeak before I collapsed to the ground, The Sound quieted, and the pain dulled after a bit, but flashes of whit filled my eyes. I turned my head to Claire’s window. I could hear her faint shrieks coming from the window. she had managed to bring herself back up to it again. I didn’t dare move closer. I knew what was happening. My second life had begun.

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I know I’ll go mad like Claire if I take one more step. We don’t know what causes out second lives to start, but you never know. It could just be knowing about it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Yours could have started right now. Our only request is- DONT. MOVE.

Credit To: Kissa

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36 thoughts on “Second Life”

  1. This is weird. At first I was really interesting, but then it was just like meh. It would be more interesting if I knew or if the author of the story explained what the second life is and why was Claire going through it. idk

  2. no offense to people who write this but if you put a story up why say ” stop reading now” why put it up if you dont want people to read it? I know its for mood or suspense its in a lot of book ect. but still why? common sense.

  3. Jamie thekillerrr

    I liked this pasta. It had a good flavor to it.
    And it wasn’t all soupy either.
    I thoroughly enjoyed it enough to rate, 8/10

  4. …Haha. I was kinda expecting this:
    http://secondlife.com

    Yup, it’s fucking terrifying. Not this pasta, this is kinda just what, but Second Life itself. On one of my first days there, I was just wandering along in some random field and suddenly got shot at – a lot – by a surprise naked neon furry (species uncertain but gender obvious) with lots of piercings (you guess where) and a candy-pink gun that fired a spam barrage of flying disembodied cocks. And there are these things called “flexi boobs” which are just… just… I can’t even begin to get that particular image across properly, but I assure you that they are one of the things that prove beyond a doubt that not all boobs are as awesome as one might think. And those are nowhere even near the creepiest thing on there. So not going into details on that. Believe me, no-one wants me to say how far the rot goes. Least of all me. And probably Derpbutt. Pretty sure he wouldn’t let my comment through if I described even a fraction of what else I’ve seen on there. Wouldn’t blame him.

    Yet here I am, about to head over to my virtual island to do some furniture-scripting in a cute little serial killer shack I’ve been working on and try on a new skin or two. Which sounds a lot worse than it is, really. No, really. I seem to collect weird things, and the npc corpse I have that can be taken apart and roasted with chat commands is so much more disturbing. Skins are normal. Everyone needs at least one, after all.

    And that’s totally not my (ooc) SL avatar in my little picture thing here or anything.

    I feel like I just admitted to something kinda dirty again.

    1. Okay so I know what I’m about to say is irrelevant to the pasta and all, but omfg I fucking love your username.

  5. “If I were you, I’d stop reading. I know a lot of stories say that, but I’m dead serious. Stop.”

    Ok. I stopped.

    You get a 1/10 from me for having a very short, boring pasta.

  6. I liked it, but it could use some more work. Like what was actually happening to them when they moved. What was causing all of that and why is that the “second life”? Does that mean they went to hell? I definitely froze at the end for a couple seconds, and I liked the concept. :)

    6/10

  7. THEN WHO WAS SECOND LIFE?!

    Sorry. Had to. Anyway, it’s a good concept, and it’s not poorly written. With that said, the ending was kind of rushed and a little anti-climactic.

    Based on what was allegedly going on as a part of the second life, the narrator should not have been able to type a semi-coherent recap of prior events from the perspective of a normal person. That’s kind of contradictory.

    Rethink that little hole in plot, and see what you come up with.

  8. no. don’t do it i’m serious i tried iHELP Mt, i aEm dying………………rftxdukyhyhfckgsdydfhy i8jvbiujhh hygbn

  9. eh, id give it a 3/10. the idea behind the “second life” is unclear, it would be better if you explained the concept and why it causes pain, etc.

  10. I like the idea, but the stop reading is irrelevant, if you were going to ignore the warning that is your problem, all creepypasta readers know that stop reading or don’t fucking try this, means stop reading or don’t fucking try this. In our world warnings can save your life, and in this world your warning was stupid, but the no name at the beginnings warning was reasonable. If you tried this concept again without the term second life, more like reliving life during life, I think more would enjoy it.

  11. it’s sort of annoying how the writer makes it out like a typical “it was a normal day” type story but then mentions that it’s always like that, as if it makes the story creative…UH NO WE’RE ON TO U DUDE

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