The Letters
You were out of town for the weekend. When you came back to your apartment, your mailbox was stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red in. They don’t smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you’re reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you. You manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don’t want them smelling up the rest of the apartment.
You grab one that doesn’t seem damp and isn’t covered with writing, and open it up. There’s pictures inside. Pictures of people you don’t know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You’re horrified and yet you can’t help but wonder what’s in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limps missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them.
The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members.
Eventually you reach the last letter. You don’t want to know what’s in it, but it’s not like you have a choice now. You peel the letter open, and it’s a picture of yourself. Not dead, eyes intact, no limbs missing. It’s a picture of you entering your apartment building earlier that day, shortly before you collected your disgusting letters.
As you hear a door elsewhere in your apartment open, you black out.
The Letters,
This pasta was very good.
Imagine this happening to you, getting photos such as those in the mail. It would horrify you.
Then, you start to see your friends and loved ones dead. It would break your heart.
Then, you see you’re the next one to die. But not until you experience the loss of those you love.
It’s too much like many others I’ve read. Otherwise, not bad.
disregard that I suck cocks. I actually thought it was brilliant, I just didn’t want people knowing.
deschain…you’re hilarious. Literally lmao right now. Thank you for that.
After a while, pastas like this start to get less creepy. Bring on the monsters!
I liked this one, actually.
omg ! *faints*
thats crazy why would you open a letter that stinks like dead people
I wasn’t to sure about this one. The set up seemed so gruesome there wasn’t a real payoff. Maybe if the letters came over a series of days? Still, has potential.
@MooMoon
curiosity that’s why
I love this one. It just seemed odd to me that efter dumping out the letters that he would open them in perfect order. I love it though, so perfectly sinister.
This reminds me of a Stephen King short story called “The Road Virus Heads North.” A guy buys a painting and the murderer in the painting shows that wherever the man has been he goes and kills whoever was there.
@Manduwala Agreed, if the letters had taken longer to show up it would have been better to build the suspense, good story though.
This one was super tight. Can anyone help me on Sleep Paralysis?
it seems like you would probably want to call the police after the first one you opened, otherwise i enjoyed it very much
Generic pasta is generic.
That was great! It’s like ‘Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon’, with a few vital differences…wonder if any serial killer would adopt it as a modus operandi?
If i read that correctly.
Someone took pictures of you entering the building of you collecting the mail and some how managed to get it in there along with others?
Not of him collecting it. It was shortly before.
it sounds like this would be a good movie
I agree with Hippie. A little plot thickening and some mentally ill strangers could really get a movie off it’s feet. I really liked this one. The concept is good, and as with many pastas and horror flicks I try to put myself into the main character/narrator’s position. That’s probably why all of my bricks were shat.
This would have been better if the letters had come over a period of time, as many have said.
Also, it feels like it should be a little of a background plotline for a larger, creepier story.
Theoretically, most (good) creepypastas would make excellent movies (depending on who made them). This pasta I regard as one of my favorites, if not because of the tangible horror then for, as Lemony points out, the cringeworthy notion of it actually happening to you. Come to think of it, that’s probably what makes most pastas good.
So, yes. Thumbs up for this one.
Correction: What makes most _good_ pastas good.
very crucial correction@foolish
Bri/x/ shat.
while i was reading this, i was being the fat black lady in the movie theatre.
“RUN BITCH RUUUUUUUUUN”
Why did a /b/ gore thred end up in my mail box?