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It was night and two guys in classic car traveled down a lonely stretch of I-95 in Pennsylvania. The one in the passenger seat had a pensive look about him. The driver reached down to fiddle with the radio. They slowly pulled ahead of me. Squinting through the darkness and the bug-dotted windshield of my eight year old Isuzu I observed a blue bumper sticker with the words in white “Hilary ‘08” on it. “God damn it. I hate those guys.”

Gabe looked at me inquiringly, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “You mean guys who look like they’ve been pulled out of some teen drama on basic cable?”

“Huh? No. Guys who leave bumper stickers up from previous elections. For fuck’s sake Hilary didn’t even win the primary.”

“Where are we anyway?” Gabe stretched out until his hands touched the car roof. Admittedly that wasn’t that much of a stretch, he was one of those shaggy looking wiry fellows.

“Just out of Jersey. You think you can help me stay awake? The Blush Twins back there aren’t much of a help.” My sister Prissy and her friend Claire were passed out in the back seat. When they drank more then they were used they had the tendency to turn as red as tomatoes. That limit was two glasses of red wine.

Gabe mumbled something that sounded like “alcohol camels” and responded, “Yea sure. There’s not much to talk about though, Jack.”

“Well it’s night and Halloween is a day away. You ever seen anything that could be considered paranormal?” That was always a good topic if two people need to stay awake through the night. I did not even need to worry about a “no.” Even the most logical human being has had that one weird experience, whether it was a bad trip or one of those waking nightmares experienced during sleep paralysis.

“Well, uh, no. But I swear to God, Jack, this one time when I was five I remember flying. This isn’t paranormal, but I had this one reoccurring nightmare back before my father left. Haven’t had it recently, but I remember it pretty clearly.

“I was about eleven and remember lying in bed listening to a shouting match in the living room. My bed room was on the second floor, so I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying except for the occasional ‘Fuck you.’

“Then I dunno, time passed, I fell asleep. The hall lights were out and screaming stopped. The doorway to my room was half open. Next thing I know I can’t move, not even blink. But I could see things moving on the walls, man. It was trippy.” Gabe was rubbing that scraggly blond thing on his neck he called a beard as he told his story.

“Don’t stop there. What kind of things?” I said.

“Shadows, man, shadows. But not like those stories on the internet. They had hair, like people hair. They were flat to the wall except for the hair. It was like the hair was three dimensional and the rest of them was two dimensional. They had different color hair too. I mean black and brown, normal people colors, but some of them weren’t people shapes. They did have people hair though, they all did. I could hear—

“I could hear them say, ‘Carry on my waywar—” The radio turned on without warning. Prissy had left the damn thing on at max volume, the girls in the back stirred with a bunch thrashing thumps.

I shut the radio off. “Sorry about that, my elbow must of hit the dial.”

Gabe gave me a weird look before he went on. “I was saying I could hear whispering and feel tingling on my toes. It felt like when a dog licks your toes. That’s when I saw it, the big it, or her, I really don’t know. All I know is that thing was boss and all the rest of them were bitches, ‘cause they all scattered off to the corners. She had really red hair, Christmas present red, and curly too. Its thin shadow was stretching out from behind my bedroom door.

“I didn’t hear her voice, dude, I felt it. Not like telepathy, like felt it reverberate in my skull. Almost as if it were that loud nagging voice in your head when you’ve done something real bad. She said, the voice in me said, ‘Dear—

“John on DVD this Friday at Wal-Mart.” Blared the radio again.

I shut it off again. “I guess I should get that looked at, sorry. Go on.”

Gabe went on, “It said, ‘Dear soul, you have grown so much. Why you’re so pink and cute, how’d like to come home with me? I could just dress you up with gravy. Look at those crinkles on your forehead you look just like a juicy jelly donut. The powdery dough is always the best part of a fresh baked donut.’

“I didn’t see a hand, but it felt like she pinch my cheek. Then the licking would not stop!” Gabe pounded the “would”, “not”, and “stop” out on the passenger side of the dash board.

If I had not been focusing on the road ahead of me Gabe would of seen the wide eyed bewildered look in my eyes. It was not over the dream, I have had weirder. The bewilderment extended from the clearly unresolved issue that were clearly bubbling beneath Gabe’s Chewbacca-like surface. “It was just a dream, Gabe. I’m sorry I asked. Relax, I‘ll drive the rest of the night. One of the girls can take over in the morning.”

The night after our chat in the car we spent the night in some shit motel in northern Georgia. In the morning we found Gabe feet up in a garbage bin behind the Waffle House next door.

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Credited to Tower.

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  • random

    i couldn’t get past “It was night and two guys in classic car…”

    wait… wat???!!!

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  • ummmmmmmmm

    at first i was like cool!

    but then i was like ……what the ****?

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  • ScaryStoryIsScary

    I give this 2/5 WTFs

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  • Shiver Down Your Spine

    The beginning sounds like an eight year old kid wrote it. I\’m sorry but this is just awful in my opinion. I saw there was some new content which made me smile. Until I read this.

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  • Ironchew

    Gabe is not a fan of shit motels.

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  • Anonymous

    Was this a Mad Libs creepypasta?

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  • SL

    I’m no writer, but that was so flowery and awkward.

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  • sticky16

    LOLWUT?

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  • Revy

    I don’t get it

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  • Anon

    I\’ve read this again and again and concluded it must be a parody.

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  • OB-1

    tower? just no. first off you screw up the lyrics of wayward son (its “i can hear the voices say”), second dear john is a walk to remember meets boy meets world so it sucked, and lastly the ending. i love waffle house, it would never kill anybody. and don’t say waffle house didnt kill him cuz you never gave the force that did kill him! also the main guy is waaaaay too nonchalant about finding his friend dead in a garbage can. also i dont think they would’ve made it from jersey to georgia in that time…i think thats everything except a rating, so…
    2/10 at best. fire the chef please

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  • Colt.45

    What is with all the Supernatural(TV show) references in this pasta? Two guys in a classic car, ‘Carry on Wayward Son’, crap motels, mentioning the CW (“You mean guys who look like they’ve been pulled out of some teen drama on basic cable”). I don’t think anyone else on this site will get those, but man, what is your issue?

    Overall, crap pasta is crap even for a joke.

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  • Naris

    And then Gabe was a zombie.

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  • lulzfish

    “It was night and two guys in classic car traveled down a lonely stretch of I-95 in Pennsylvania.”

    AND THE PANTS WERE DEAD.

    Sorry, I don’t know if I can take the rest of this pasta seriously after the author accidentally an article.
    But I will TRY.

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  • Pastamancer

    Wow…. that was more like some weird acid-trip, Tom Waits ballad than a creepypasta; with some tightening it could be an ok story on its own, but it’s not very creepy, just trippy. Shadows with hair, man.

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  • Sooyoung

    Wat.

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  • wut

    OB-1: uh, no? It goes “I hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say”, and the second time “I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say” etc etc.

    But yeah, it’s one crappy pasta you got going on here. What was with the ending, man?

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  • Someone else

    Did anyone notice how it went from third to first person halfway through?

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  • nzm1536

    Lol’d at this, funny one. Especially the ROCK FALLS EVERYONE DIES ending

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  • http://sandgate.thecomicseries.com Tekkactus

    The shadow said she wanted to cover him in gravy. He died in a Waffle House dumpster.

    Not random. Pay more attention.

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  • Sama

    I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been reading actual books for a while and not things born and bred from internetters, but the way this was written totally distracted me from the story. Not that the story itself was much better. This was a little bit like the first time your kid tries to tell a scary story around the campfire without reading it from a “Scary Ghost Stories 8″ book. “Then, my friend Doug was telling me about this scary dream he had, about shadows. But they had hair. And one of them could talk. And it said I looked like a donut. Then he died. OOH WEEEE OOOOOHHH”

    Actually, it was pretty much exactly like that.

    I was still entertained, though, so I guess a thumbs up on that. Too many cliches pounded into one story to be good, but I don’t regret reading it.

    It’s a solid 7/10.

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  • looby

    alcohol camels… lmfao!

    This was pretty crap but the ending is hilarious.

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  • looby

    Oh and “would of” really gets on my nerves!!

    IT’S “WOULD HAVE” COME ON IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT.

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  • Not Sarah

    Interesting read but rather abrupt in the ending and not really creepy. In fact, the only really creepy thing wasn’t even really in the story. I was listening to music on low and reading at the same time and just as I got the part with Carry on Wayward Son, the song started playing on my iPod. Or…I noticed it was playing, anyway, because it was a few minutes in. It gave me quite an effective jolt of surprise.

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  • Tower

    “Would of” is my most common mistake. When I speak, in my wonderful half Queens accent, the contraction “would’ve” sounds like “wu-dov.” Somehow my brain translates that to “would of.”

    I was trying to incorporate comedy into a creepy scenario. Given I’m not all that creepy. Thanks for the feedback folks.

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