The Socratic Method
A secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in West Virginia. To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located in Cricket at 9:30 PM on September the twenty-first. The only uniform is a heavy overcoat and a green tie. Order an “Eggs and bacon platter with coffee.” The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu is unavailable, reply, “Well, just the coffee then.” You’ll be allowed to stay after closing time for the meet. The meeting itself is a meeting of minds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called “The Socratic Method.” They hoist their mugs at the beginning and end of the meeting and say “Death to Socrates.” It’s rumored a little hemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.
The Socratic Method,
of all the ‘rites and rituals to do with a specific location at a specific time’ pastas this is pretty poor to be brutally honest
wat
I read this before. It was bad then. And it makes no sense.
Stupid/poor/bad/notcreepy/boring/etc ritual is… You get the idea.
pointless pasta is pointless
Wow…..this pasta must be older than me, lol. It was never very creepy, but it had a certain taste to it. Not muc of a taste, mind you, but I have read worse. I just wish there were some sort of story to it, instead of “This happens, the end”
I don’t think it’s bad per say. Not really creepy though which is the point of the website, but there are other stories which are worse.
This just makes me interested, Virginia is very close to where I live. ^_^ …Well, three hour drive close, but still close enough.
I could write a ritual pasta script to churn out better pasta.
But who was coffee?
… and what’s the benefit? I’m not consuming hemlock to have a philosophical discussion on immortality.
Wow. At the very least if you’re going to make a ritual pasta ake it have some oomph. This is the most bland pasta I have ever read.
What exactly was supposed to be creepy about this? The hemlock? Death to Socrates? The unavailability of the breakfast menu?
Fail pasta is fail.
Sixth!
Also, no one in West Virginia would ever meet to discuss any kind of philosophy other than which cheap beer is the best or which brand of truck is most American.
BUT WHO WAS….oh god damn this pasta doesn’t even deserve that
I’ve read this somewhere before. I didn’t like it then much either. =/
horrible
I have no idea how this could possibly be considered creepy.
Old pasta is old, and one of the first pastas I ever sampled.
… Seems incredibly stale by now.
wasn’t this already on creepypasta before?
lol if im going to risk being raped in a shit whole dinner i want a reward for DOING the pasta
BUT WHO WAS SOCRATES?
Pretty poor considering there’s no real reward. There’s the talk but there are plenty of other think tanks. They’re a secret society but it doesn’t mean they’re anything special.
i think the concept of this pasta is genius- a meeting regarding immortality, during which they pull a Socrates and poison themselves, resulting in a philosophical discussion taking place while each is inching towards death. any story so short yet bursting with underlying possibilities and complexes deserves praise.
THEN WHO WAS THE SOCRATIC METHOD?