The gloomy interior of an abandoned factory. The air is dank and fetid. Somewhere in this crumbling, dark space the sound of machinery can be heard. The creak of metal grinding on metal, the hissing of steam and the low groan of rolling gears. In the centre of this vast, derelict mausoleum to industry a sickly amber glow emanates from a large and rusty, bulbous vat. A tangle of pipes and wires snake around the mysterious container. A porthole of murky glass reveals what is within. Floating in viscous fluid the colour of jaundiced eyes, a mass of flesh twitches and pulsates. Sprouting from the malformed thing are several indistinct limbs and fungus-like growths. Numerous eyes cover it’s over-sized head like jeweled cysts, all of which are darting madly about, surveying it’s life supporting prison chamber. A single coiled umbilical tube protruding from it’s distended stomach worms it’s way up and into the upper level of the machine.
I look at my creation before me with a mixture of pride and revulsion. For a long time now this abomination existed only in the shadows of my darkest dreams and now here it is! My invention, my life’s work, my child. The sound of soft whimpering brings me round from my reverie. A tired sobbing voice from above speaks,
“Is it ready, will he be coming soon my dear?”
“Oh yes. Very soon now.” I reply.
Fused to the top of this diabolical device is my dearest wife. We both wanted this, she needed extra help for her old body could not bear forth the child we wanted so badly. So, after many years of toil and near madness I made her a new “womb”. Her lower body has been removed, the upper torso melded together with the mechanical gestation pod. She seems so very tired and has become terribly frail and skeletal. Her skin so pale and transluscent like muslin, her hair wispy and cobweb-like. Her once blue, lively eyes are now grey, hollow pools of misted glass. She is a ghost, her former self was fed into the pipes and feeding tubules that give life to our unborn child. Soon he will be freed from his liquid cocoon. I peer into the pod and he sees me, he knows me. I may of imagined it, but I swear I saw him mouth the words,
“Father”.
Credit To: M. Green
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Great creepypasta really descriptive great job 9/10
Ewewewewewew I think I’m going to throw up some fucked up up-chuck but overall good story 10/10
Not a “creepy”pasta but a very well written and detailed one. 7/10.
I dont get whats scary about this :/
Oh fuck me, I am never having kids after this…
awkward when your reading this and it makes no sense due to being dislexic and it uses far to many big words :/ :/
*you’re
ah child birth… natures wonder!
This was just so sick and twisted. Perversion of the human mind is intriguing. 9.5/10.
creepy.. i love it. 10/10
I really love this a lot. It seems like something fresh out of a Junji Ito manga. Great descriptive language; keep up the good work.
I love a good “Industrial Terror” story! However, the visualization I get is of a woman who had her legs and lower torso cut off, and tubes coming out of her lower body leading into a vat. Is this correct?
This story had so much potential. For the most part, this is a first draft; it’s word vomit. I gave this a 1 because of the horrendous grammar, the improper use of adjectives and the improper use of commas.
Why is this in creepy pasta its not scarybut good
Terrible grammar, okay story. Learn to determine between “its” and “it’s”. And it should have been “may have” instead of “may of”.
Awwww he said father
Heck, I’d like to see this in visual form.
I want to see this creepypasta as a movie, but damn, that’s messed up. Poor wife.
You guys ever thought of adoption instead!?
Always mixing up “its” and “it’s”. Duh.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling
Was fairly good aside from this.
This is probably my favorite pasta!
Awesome idea with plenty of potential, but when you incorrectly used it’s (instead of its) 4 times in 2 sentences, it was hard for me to take the rest serious. Keep trying!
Short and sweet :D
I gave it a ten because it creeped the fucking he’ll out of me.. Good adjectives; an altogether great vocabulary without sounding drull and pretentious.
Uh… I don’t quite know what ‘drull’ is, unless you go by urban dictionary. And if you mean ‘droll’, you need to expand your vocabulary and be less pedantic.
Maybe he mistyped ‘dull’?
This was kinda cool. 8/10 for good grammar and description.