The Decaying Mall
There is a dead mall somewhere in Virginia that is in an advanced state of decay. For one reason or another, the mall still stands — there have been several plans, some of them quite elaborate, to revitalise the area, many of them calling for the original building’s demolition…but none of them have ever come to pass.
It is quite a shame, a sorry thing to look at today. In its heyday in the 1970′s and early 80′s, the mall was jampacked, the place to be on the weekends, especially Saturday nights. It was upscale, fashionable, and always a happy place to go.
Years went by, and bigger, better malls opened around the city. The mall slowly started losing tenants, until today it is completely empty. If you go in it nowadays, you will be astounded by the vast emptiness — every step you make and every word you speak will echo loudly. Where once scores of people did their shopping, met for lunch, and got together, there is now only eerie silence. Over the years, the happy, upbeat feeling of the place has darkened, more and more, until now many people avoid it — but can never tell you exactly why.
The story would end here, were it not for a very curious rumour: it is said on certain Saturday nights throughout the year, something very strange happens. If you go to one of the entrances of this mall, it will be unlocked. Push open the door, and it will give way — and you may enter.
Near a bench right in the entrance will be a shadowy figure — casting a shadow that obscures than the darkness around it. This shadowy figure can be spoken to — call out to it: “I know your secret, and the secrets you keep.” Where once there was shadow, there will appear a face — a radiantly pale, withered old man’s face, with black holes for eye-sockets.
“No,” he will respond in a voice that will be like the slithering of maggots, “for I know yours.”
He will then ask a question — the question will be about your life, or rather a detail about your life, something that happened many years ago. The question he poses will be one you should know the answer to — but so obscure, it will be difficult to answer at first, if you can answer it at all.
You will be forced to answer — you simply won’t be able to respond with “I don’t know”.
If you get the answer right, the shadowy man will thrust a box into your hands, before dissolving back into the darkness. Open the box, and there will be a note, onwhich will be written the name of the person you were meant to marry or fall in love with. Only rarely is it the person you think it will be.
If you get the answer wrong, your body will be found the morning of the following Sunday, at the entrance to the mall you came in, mutilated and eviscerated so badly no one will be able to identify the body.
Credited to: Royal-Sovereign. Thanks!
The Decaying Mall,
hm, thats quiet a risk to take to find out who youre ment to be with, dont you think?
Agreed, letz go!!
I totally imagined the mall as this abandoned mall in my city that only got torn down 2 months ago. Well done.
THEN WHO WAS OLD MAN?
This sounds like one of the malls that I used to go to. Thus bricks I shat.
It’s slow-moving in the beginning, and it kind of made me think that it would suck. The ending scared the fuckness out of me though.
The major flaw of this story, however, is that it bears too much of a resemblance to the “Halloween Void” pasta – especially with the appearance of the old man in this story and the baby in that one. Also, the “x will be found dead in y” part. But other than that that, its nice. Vair nice.
I began to shat brix at this because I wandered into an abandoned mall once during a trip to VA D:
Ummmm…I’m not sure I’d do this for a not about my love life. But interstingly creepy none the less.
It doesn’t make me shit brix, but I like it. Well done.
I really liked this…more atmospheric than creepy, but still great.
shouldnt this go in locations too? it’d make more sense.
good story btw
I liked it, but it reminds me of numerous creepypasta’s I’ve already read.
The mutilate bodies and shadowy entities are getting a bit old.
That’s when the paper said no one and I wished I had lied
Sounds like a hella risky way to get that information…if I were that desperate, I’d just go with the legends that revolve around throwing apple peels. Still, it does prove that abandoned buildings have unlimited creepy potential.
I find the ending of “your true love will be revealed to you” like something from a 13 year olds myspace.
i can see all the crazy people who wanna get marryed doing this
I can’t help it. I get angry wen people don’t know the answers to their own lives, thus, I kill them.
this one was too similar to other copypastas, to be enjoyable.
THEN WHO WAS FIANCE?
THEN WHO WAS MALL?
OP here.
Thanks for all the compliments — and criticisms, what the Hell — but I gotta ask:
PHONE said she really enjoyed it. Most people seem to as well. Should I keep cooking Creepypasta for you all?
I liked this one it wasn’t scary but it made you think.
My only complaint about this is how often you use — – - – and more —
Yes. This was pretty awesome, actually.
THEN WHO WAS BENCH?
*cough* Anyway, I liked it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valley_Fair_Shopping_Center
Here’s the mall it reminded me of. It’s been gone longer than I thought. XD Anyways, the one picture of the deserted parking lot doesn’t quite do it justice. It was great because there was an attached movie theatre and you could wander through the mall afterwards.
BUT WHO WAS MALL DUDE- Oh, been done.
Damn.
I like it, but with all these creepy pastas I want to know the mysterious people’s deals.
Why are they mysterious/violent/all knowing? Why do they have such strange tasks/put you on strange tasks? Do they all know eachother? Is there some sort of club for paranormal know-it-alls? Is Mr. Welldone and Micheal Jackson invited to their paranormal parties?