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Creepypasta

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I slept fine last night. Didn’t sleep so well Sunday though. It was my own fault, really. I did tell him he was welcome in if he pleased.

My dream began like one of those horror games you might see, like Silent Hill or Alone in the Dark. It was night out, and almost pitch black. I was holed up in some building, hiding from something. Or waiting. I peeked out; the door was glass and had some rule stickers on it. I suppose I was in a corner store. Upon looking out, I see a deserted street, lighted by a few dim streetlamps. The street was dead empty, dead silent. I seemed to be in the middle of a city… yet there was nothing.

I tentatively opened the door, creeping out into the cold night. Ever have on of those dreams where you can feel what’s happening? This was one of those dreams. I turned left out the door and began walking. The street was sloped, and I was going down. Suddenly I stopped in front of a building. Looking to my left at it, it seemed like a small house. Not one like you’d see in the city. It was in shambles, a light grey blue color. I felt the need to go in, to see the inside. I crept up to the door and turned the handle.

Opening the door, I looked in. There wasn’t much but a few boxes, a table, and a bed. I moved silently towards the bed. On it slept a person. I glared down at her for a few moments, her sleeping figure taunting me. I bent down, picked up an object, and swing.

The brick ensured that she would not wake up soon. Dropping the bloody, hair-matted brick, a message flashed through my mind, clear as day, a dark, deep, raspy voice speaking through my mind. “The sinew will sew together the darkness and damnation.” I only know of one kind of sinew; it’s the stuff inside of you, connected to your muscles and bones, that let you move the way you can. Looking over to the table, I saw the moonlight glinting off something. I walked over and there sat a knife, placed perfectly in the center, the blade facing away from me. He knew I was coming. He knew he could tell me to do this. He knew I would oblige.

I picked up the knife and walked back over to the unconscious form in the bed before me. Her blonde hair was spilled out around her, her head bleeding profusely. I feel now as though I recognized her… but I can’t be sure. I tore the sheet off of her and brought the knife down to her, stripping her flesh from bone, until he muscles were all visible. I began grabbing at the sinew, slicing at it, and piled it all up. Once I’d gathered all I could, I began wrapping it around itself. It formed a blindfold.

I put it on, and all was black. Until the darkness was filled with an image. A house far off, silhouetted against the night sky. Atop it was a figure, and a dog. The dog howled, and the figure turned towards me. His tattered cowl flapped in a soundless wind. His blazing eyes bored into me, the blood red beads that were his pupils boring into my soul. He grinned at me, knowing he’d just gotten one step closer to corruption. I began calling him. Like in many dreams, there were things I could not control; my voice was strained, and even though I shouted as loud and hard as I could, the sound traveled mere feet. I woke up soon after that, feeling as though I had not slept at all.

And I knew I hadn’t. That wasn’t sleep. He’d brought me into his world. He’d done so many times before, and he’d watched what I did as I was placed in a deserted carnival, in a school of ravenous creatures waiting to devour me and my closest friend. He’s there sometimes, my friend, but I think I know why. I think he’s sick too.

I looked around and knew where I’d been. I knew what I’d seen. “The sinew will sew together darkness and damnation.” And it had. He’d shown himself to me. He was no longer what he’d been. A shapeless shadow. A shadow with eyes. One with a cowl and a demon grin. One who’s eyes glowed hot with flames. One who spoke to me, and caressed my face with clawed, shadowed hands.

No.

He has a shape now. He’s real. He’s come so far there’s no way I can get rid of him now. He needs a vessel, and he’s chosen me.

Besides, everyone is a little sick, even if they don’t want to believe it.

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  • Cthulhu

    That was so bad I think it gave me cancer!

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  • Anonymous

    BUT WHO WAS SHADOW?

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  • Anonymous

    This one makes no sense at all..

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    • Anonymous

      It makes sense if you don’t think about it.

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  • Aguy7thathatesrap

    WHO WAS MAN?

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  • http://nukeynukem.wordpress.com/ Nukey

    Thanks for the Futurama quote.

    Now, Phone, you know I never really bother to insult your pasta because I know some people will like it and some will hate it, but this one was really, really bad.

    Pocky had to pause at all the typos and clarify and it changed tense a lot. I mean, if *I* notice how bad the grammar is, it’s got to be horrible. Also, I agree, it made no sense. At the end of it I didn’t really get what the point was or why it was called ‘sick’ because the whole ‘oooh, everyone’s sick’ conclusion was totally disconnected from the rest of the story. Sounds like some thirteen year old boy wrote it.

    I liked the last one, with the drain lady. That one was freaky.

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  • You

    I think I played this game.

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  • http://www.cafepress.com/cutelyevilinc Addish

    I liked this until it got to the end…that kind of ruined it for me. But the dream part was kind of creepy.

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  • MURFADURF

    this was the boxed wine of scary stories

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  • Comment Leaver

    The dream was very nice and distrubing. However, this was too pasta for me, not enough creepy.

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  • Anonymousity x 2

    IMO, the dream drew me into reading it further.
    But the end kinda ruined it.

    Maybe that’s because I’m listening to a ballad right now >.>”

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  • The Person Formerly Known as ‘Noneya’

    It feels like the beggining of one pasta nad the ending of anopther were crudley mashed togather.

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  • Gegner

    This reads like a personalized version of one of the crappier ‘Holder’ stories.

    The dream took W-A-Y too long to get interesting, and I don’t know about most people, but “I” can never remember that much about a dream. Even my most vicious nightmares get fuzzy at the basic details, like whether or not I ‘crept’ up to a door handle or just grabbed it like I would any handle.

    Also, the figure was too cliche. I mean, come on, how many things in the night could possibly have: a devilish grin, red eyes, gaunt figure, long bony fingers, and some menacing visage? I would think at least a good handful of them good be obese abominations or enticing beauties or what-have-you.

    All-in-all, not a very good pasta at all. But, hey, at least it killed 10 minutes of my lunch break for me. And I do mean “killed.”

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  • Gegner

    In my previous comment, change “good be” to “could be” in third paragraph. Will make more sense that way.

    Just be happy I only made ONE typo at 3 in the morning, instead of as many as the author of this pasta did.

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  • Chua

    I think that could have turned out better with some editing.

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  • Chua

    and a new concept

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  • Xantherian

    What the…?

    Kay, this pasta sucks. The dream part was horribly written, but fairly interesting, I suppose. It’s the end that got me. It made absolutely no sense, and it doesn’t fit with the rest of the story at all.

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  • Hunteotica

    Its better than nothing I guess…

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  • http://YoungAndCynical.wordpress.com Vince

    :-( CreepyPasta is not so creepy anymore.

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  • Scheide

    Meh, it was decent. A bit too long considering it didnt really go anywhere, though…

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  • Someone

    I agree with everyone else. The dream was good, but the ending just kind of ruined it.

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  • b&nt

    Is “random homicide” the new “rape” or something…?

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  • Wut?

    Lame. Completely.

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  • lolol

    You knew this was coming. Who was the figure? Who was the dog? Why did you think you knew the woman and yet never gave more information as to who she was? Why was the street empty? What was the significance of the house? Why didn’t you just use the knife to kill her? (A knife has to work a hell of alot better than a brick) and most important. How does his posession of your body
    effect us in any way, shape, or form? Answer these questions, and the story won’t be as horrible and confusing as it was.

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  • R’lyeh

    This is perhaps the most incoherent, confusing and frustrating story I’ve ever read on this site.

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  • Mr. Welldone

    I liked the dream part, although it was poorly written. But the end.. It just made me go “Wat.”

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