The Last Thing You Remember
| Published on Creepypasta.com | August 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 249 words · about 1 minute to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 5.1/10 from 226 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
A gunshot shatters your blissful state of slumber. Blood stains your sheets and crimson runs from the walls and ceiling, and you notice from the blurred vagueness that is your peripheral vision, a body slumped over the foot of your bed. Somebody has been murdered in your room.
Despite the early hour, and the shock of your discovery, you desperately muster the strength to search for the last place you put the phone; you have to call the police before it’s too late.
As you frantically search under cushions, beneath stacks of papers and old CD’s, you realize something is wrong. Suddenly, you feel weak, decrepit, frail, a frailness that brings on intense and unwanted dizziness. You clench your teeth as you search for the phone, but your pain continues lurch at your bones and nag at you. The pain becomes intense, and your vision blurs, and you keel over in pain onto the floor. You are immobile due to the raging and unknown pain clawing at your insides. Helpless.
You sense a living presence in your room now, your sheets rustling, and now footsteps. The debilitated corpse that once lay helpless on your bed, you realize is moving of it’s own volition. It is alive.
In your last moments of consciousness, your last breath of air, you manage to grasp at your stomach, and you feel torn skin, and then raw flesh. And then nothing. There is a gaping hole there.
These are the last things you remembered.
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But…WHERE WAS PHONE?
I didn’t even find this scary…..
Awesome story! :)
Lovley 9/10
^your mother
WHO WAS GAPING HOLE?
My interpretation of this story is really weird, and there are a few loop holes, but nevertheless, my opinion is that the storyteller was the person shot at the beginning. The author used the words “muster the strength” implying that he was already weak… and perhaps he had an out of body experience and that is why he saw a body on his bed… just a thought
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? thats not what happened!
Zombiessss~
That was pretty crap
Pasta was moldy but tasty mold
For people who don’t get it, a man is awoken by a gunshot and senses all of these fearful things, and tries to reach for the phone but feels too weak and dizzy, and finds out that he was murdered, not someone else, because he looked down and saw a gaping hole in his stomache and raw flesh everywhere. You’re welcome :)
@shortys roc my sox
Sorry, but you annoy me so fucking much. Learn to spell, and if you don’t know what the word “keel” means, then, I have to ask: What age are you?
Whoa… I thought it was the guy seeing himself get shot in the near-future, getting up to call the cops, getting shot and falling at the foot of his bed where the body was, only to see his past self getting out of bed to do the exact same thing…
I’m under the assumption that when you get shot, you don’t hear it because shock sets in before the noise can register, resulting in temporary deafness…
Am I just herping my derp?
Omg…it’s obviously the murderer on the other side of the bed…the guy got shot, there is no zombie!!!!
Wow, and I thought getting shot would, like, hurt or something. Additionally, WHERE WAS PHONE?
OH SHI-