These Used To Be Red
“Those used to be green!” the man said aloud, staring at the plants on the sill.
“I swear! They were green just yesterday!” he shouted to his wife, who was reading a book across the room.
He looked around. His eyes were unable to focus clearly for a moment, so he rubbed them. Looking around, he shouted again, “The walls! They used to be blue! We painted them blue just last month! Why aren’t they blue?” He was unable to control himself anymore. His wife looked over at him, surprised to see him in such a fervent uproar.
“Honey! Relax! You’ve just had a long day!” she affirmed. He wouldn’t have any of it though. “Don’t tell me what I’ve had or haven’t had!” he commanded as he stormed out of the room.
Figuring her husband had possibly been drinking, the woman tried to continue reading her book. But her concentration was continually broken by the yells of her husband.
“This used to be orange!” she could hear him yell in the other room. “These used to be brown!” he yelled again. Several minutes passed, but finally he was silent. Content that her husband had calmed down, the woman continued reading.
However, moments later a loud crash could be heard in the kitchen. The woman sprang from her chair in surprise, and darted over to the kitchen to see what was the matter. As she entered the room, she let out an incredible scream. There lay her husband on the floor, drenched in blood, with his abdomen slit wide open. Holding his own bowels in his hands, he uttered one last breath, “…these used to be red!…”
Posted in Insanity & Madness
June 19th, 2008 at 7:33 am
I don’t get it
June 19th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
I don’t get it either.
June 19th, 2008 at 9:11 pm
This…. made no sense. I guess it did, just doesn’t make sense why it’s on this web site.
June 20th, 2008 at 4:44 am
creepypasta used to not suck…
June 20th, 2008 at 12:37 pm
I dun get it.
June 20th, 2008 at 12:58 pm
I think the man went insane because oldness made him color blind or something and now he’s freaking out. The he must have had an accident and when he saw his blood, it was a diffrent color…..not spooky, but it is understandable!
June 20th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Wow, YOU people suck.
June 20th, 2008 at 10:28 pm
sage
June 21st, 2008 at 1:55 am
I read a different version of this. The dude is gardening and wonders why the roots are red. Turns out he’s holding his intestines.
June 24th, 2008 at 6:49 am
Some guy becomes delusional and kills himself, that is the plot. It’s really not that hard to ‘get’.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:58 pm
…maybe his blood turned a different color?
June 26th, 2008 at 10:47 pm
its also not that fun to ‘read’
July 5th, 2008 at 3:31 am
I think severed intestine is a pretty cool guy. eh cut open his stomach and doesn’t afraid of anything.
July 9th, 2008 at 12:40 am
I prefer person’s version.
July 10th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Yeah person’s version is better.
July 13th, 2008 at 11:49 pm
this one is funny
July 14th, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Heheh.. It made me all giggly. xD Yes, “Person”’s version seems better. Gardening in his own abdominals, eh?
July 20th, 2008 at 7:33 pm
I seriously lol’d at this one, its not at all creepy but ha ha oh wow, its funny to read.
July 23rd, 2008 at 3:58 am
lol
this is funny rather than creepy.
July 23rd, 2008 at 9:56 pm
Maybe this isn’t meant to be scary? I laughed when I read this. I could imagine the guy screaming at everything, like in those over-the-top TV comedies.
August 1st, 2008 at 5:40 am
I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but laugh at this. The ending was prolly added in to make it sound scary, but just imagining this guy running around like a (colorblind) chicken made me guffaw.
August 10th, 2008 at 4:38 pm
Maybe his bowels turned white or something from loss of blood. . .
also I laughed hard at the ending. “These used to be red!” hahahahaha what a loser.
August 11th, 2008 at 10:07 pm
Lol, persons version sounds…I wouldn’t really say “funny” but, geez! What does he plan to grow with those? People?
August 20th, 2008 at 2:57 am
I dont get it?
August 21st, 2008 at 8:30 pm
kinda funny
September 4th, 2008 at 8:01 pm
maybe i’m just a pussy, but i got freaked out by this.
ahhh.
September 8th, 2008 at 1:22 am
don’t worry franni, you’re just a faggot
September 8th, 2008 at 8:54 pm
@ RANSE TRUMAN thats mean hes not a faggot just cause he got scared i think what would of been scarier would b if he wrote There lay her husband on the floor, drenched in blood, with his abdomen slit wide open. Holding his own bowels in his hands. she slowly whispered some thing in his ear as she stared at the blood on the floor then said “that use to b red!”
September 10th, 2008 at 6:33 pm
guys this is some thing i wrote if you like it poste it if you don’t do what ever
as i sat in the chair waiting for 30 minutes furiously for jacob to show up some thing dripped on my head. it felt sticky i thought we sprung a leak so i stuck a cup were it dripped on me and went to watch tv. a few hours passed he still wasn’t home i just thought he was out with a friend. as i walked in to the kitchen some thing caught my eye. i turned to look at the cup it was filled but not with water with somethin red i looked up were it was dripping and there hanging by the fan string was my husband the cup was filled with blood… his blood
September 13th, 2008 at 9:25 pm
Sorry Shortys, but that story really sucks. Also, you should probably type better if you want to be taken seriously.
September 18th, 2008 at 12:33 am
Shorty’s pasta is better than this one.
September 27th, 2008 at 4:12 am
… Mine used to be red, too.
October 11th, 2008 at 9:31 am
The wife is almost as silly as the husband. If I was her I would have rugby tackled him and hollered into his ear “SHUT THE HECK UP YOU OLD FART AND LET ME READ MY BOOK!”
Anyway, the title kind of gave it away. I had a vauge idea of what was going to happen by reading the first few sentences.
October 29th, 2008 at 5:14 pm
@ two-bit
did you get the name two-bit from the book ‘the outsiders’
October 30th, 2008 at 7:22 am
I lol’d hard.
November 2nd, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Then WHO WAS RED?
November 10th, 2008 at 12:33 am
@29
I rewrote this for you, it might be a bit better.
I opened my front door and set down my purse on the side table. Taking a quick look around, and peering back at the driveway confirmed that my husband, Jacob, wasn’t home yet. I sighed and plopped down in front of my computer to check my e-mail. He better not be late for dinner, I had defrosted Roast Beef earlier.
Roast Beef’s his favorite, and today was the day he was asking for a promotion. Unfortunately, his rival, Ely, was jeering for the same position. Either the roast beef would be congratulatory or reassuring. I checked the time, he’s 46 minutes late.
What could be taking him so long? I got up to go stir the cookpot. It’s been stewing all day. I went and sat down at the computer again and sent a few e-mails to some girlfriends of mine.
That’s when I felt something drip on on my head. I reached up and felt it, it felt warm and sticky. Figuring we’d sprung a leak or something, I went to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bowl.
I went back to the computer desk and noticed a damp spot on the brown carpet. I put the bowl down and went back to tend to the beef. I finished up and set it to a slow boil before sitting down to watch some TV.
I looked at the clock on the VCR. 2 hours late. Oh, well, I don’t have dinner ready anyways. He must have gone to a bar with some work buddies to celebrate his new job.
I smiled for him. Remembering the bowl in the office, I went back in to dump and replace it, so it didn’t overflow.
We don’t want mildew in the house. As I neared the small bowl on the floor I noticed something. The water in the bowl was red.
Realizing that it wasn’t a leak, I looked around for the source. I looked up. It was my husband, Jacob, nailed to the ceiling. And the bowl was full of blood. His blood. Jacob’s blood.
November 14th, 2008 at 1:08 am
i dont understand either!
im just thinking he went insane!
November 14th, 2008 at 2:19 am
^ lol, how did Jacob get on the ceiling?