Everything Will Be Okay
| Published on Creepypasta.com | July 2012 |
|---|---|
| Length | 928 words · about 4 minutes to read |
| Story level | Short |
| Reader rating | 8.6/10 from 884 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
It started with the usual. Waking up in different places on smaller scales. Fall asleep on the couch, wake up in my bed.
“Oh Randy, I was the same way at your age,” My mother used to say, with smiles and turn-aways that marked the end of discussion.
Sometimes I thought it was my parents, but to what motivation would they do this? When I’m soundly in my bed, pick me up and lay me gently on the kitchen floor? No. This was me. It was around when I was sixteen that they started to see it.
My older sister Anne, eighteen at the time, would be dozing by the TV when I’d saunter in and so very purposely sit beside her. Sometimes she thought I was awake, only to have me not recall it the next day.
Then the talking started. I’d walk into her room one late summer night, while she’s up on her computer and stare blankly at her. She’d question me, and I’d answer yes to every question. Open-ended and all.
“Ran’, you okay?”
“Yes.”
“What’s going on?”
“Yes.”
Sometimes she’d find me in places, usually asleep. On several occasions her walk-in closet. She’d yell at me and throw me out saying,
“Even with your fucking narcolepsy or whatever, that’s private!” She was a very reserved person, and I always respected that in my waking life, even after she moved out. But it was all different asleep. Nothing was relevant, and none of it mattered.
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I’d tried everything. For a while I’d slept in a sleeping bag, zipped to the neck, with mittens. It never really worked. And I was beginning to wake up in stranger and stranger places. Granted, I never went too far from home, but it was becoming a regular thing that I’d wake up outside. Forests, streets. I was sleepless for days at a time and it made me delusional, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be normal.
My best friend, Daryn was very supportive, always calming me down when I was so sleep deprived I felt like my mind would implode. He’d coax me to sleep and promise to watch me, and for the most part, he did. Sometimes I’d wake up to little notes from him. Little affirmations, like,
“Everything will be okay- Daryn.”
I’d find these notes in the cracks and rifts of my home, folded neatly and creased tight. Telling me it’s okay.
Daryn and I didn’t always get along, though. Sometimes we’d fight, and he’d leave. The guy had a lot of problems, maybe some form of manic depression. That’s when I’d find the malicious notes. The notes that told me to “fuck off” and “get over myself,” Which eventually progressed into darker territory. I’d find them around and it was as if they’d interact with me.
“Nobody loves you, all you do is destroy- Daryn.”
“But I try so hard to be good!” I’d think to myself.
“And every time you try, you fail.- Daryn”
“I’m so sorry…” I’d whisper faintly.
“Kill yourself. -Daryn.”
I should’ve just stopped hanging out with him, but he was all I had, then he’d leave me cold. I’d wake up in the dirt under cold sweat, with blood on my hands that I stole from myself in my slumber.
“This is why you’re worthless – Daryn.”
Annie was leaving soon. Going off to college. Over the course of a week her room faded to emptiness as she took all her things to her dorm, and then only she was left. She said she’d be out in a week. It’d been months since I’d gotten a note from Daryn. He hadn’t been over to supply them.
I was happy. Alone, but happy. He couldn’t bother me anymore.
And the night before Annie left, I went to sleep happy. I dreamt of beautiful things. Waterfalls and meadows, places where everything was in its right place.
That time I woke up midday. No cars in the driveway, nothing too unusual, but my room was distraught. Dents in my wardrobe and a door off its hinges. Must’ve been a crazy night, but at least I was still in my bed.
I went down the hall to check if Annie was still there, she never said when she was leaving. Her room was empty as usual, but something was off this time. Her closet was open a crack. She never left her closet open, not even the slightest bit. It was her private zone, her sanctuary.
That’s when I saw the little drops on the floor. Smeared like crimson pastels, like someone had gone over to spread them. I followed them to the closet. looking down the whole way. I reached the door and wrapped my fingers around the edge. Slowly pushing forward.
And there she was.
Mangled and beaten. The veins in her neck torn out. The carpet was no longer off-white and dry, but moist and crimson. It was as if she were mauled by an animal.
And I saw it.
A little note on her chest, folded with the care and precision Daryn had always prided himself on.
But the signature was different.
And then it hit me, clear as day. Like waves of clarity but still somehow topped with disbelief.
It wasn’t Daryn. It was never Daryn. I squeezed my eyes shut as I declared it to myself.
I opened my lids as I read the note one last time, glazed eyes and trembling fingers.
“Everything will be okay.” – Randy
Credit To: Anna Elise Groves
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That moment when Daryn is an anagram for Randy
8/10
Explanation: Randy is Daryn writting the notes to himself. Notice how Daryn has the exact same letters as the name Randy, just rearranged? So basically, he has a split personality of some sort or what he called, “manic depression” and would wake up as daryn at night and write notes and move things around. Randy was the crazy insane person who killed his sister when waking up at night, and daryn was the one who would wake up at night and just walk around. The reason he wrote randy for the last note was because daryn was the one sleeping and giving him great dreams that night, leaving randy to his own devices (aka killing his sister).
As a former sleepwalker you have no idea how much this terrifies me o.o
Nice pasta
Who the heck is Randy?!?!
Randy killed his sister there was no such person as dar wat ever his name was he was writing the notes while he slept he was randy!!!!!
Well, Ill have fun sleeping 2nite -Randy
Dual personality syndrome. Loved the pasta!
Creative and a surprise ending plus unlike others you know how to put words together all pretty like
Jester
July 25, 2012
I love how ‘Daryn’ can be jumbled and spelled out as ‘ranDy.
I’d rather eat Randy…..I’d rather eat RandeE. I’d rather eat Randy, Randy Randy. I’d rather eat Randy, Randy Randy. XD
Ooh, nice pasta you got there. Could use a bit more sauce, but still good. I rate this 5/10!
Sincerely,
Grim Gamer
I never left a comment of this type.. but really
WHO THE FUCK WAS RANDY
Daryn and ranDy i get it now!!!
I dont think there was a daryn in the first place.
I like this story…At first I said to myself I am so much like that kid.I sleepwalk sometimes and end up in my closet or on the couch,once I woke up on my porch!Anyway I give this a 10\10 because its awesome and to any of you who start hating just remember this “we will hate you to”
:P……..sleep well……..:P
I can’t speak for all of the others, but this story made sense to me…it made a LOT of sense to me. I have narcolepsy, and I also have severe chronic sleepwalking issues with disociative identity disorder. In fact, you wrote this so well I am wondering if perhaps this is loosely based on something you have personally experienced.
10/10 Seven thumbs up.
It’s funny you say that, it’s been over two years since I wrote this story and, due to a bizarre coincidence, I was diagnosed with narcolepsy last year. I had issues with sleepwalking as a child, but not anymore. I guess you could say parts of this are based on my personal experiences, although at the time this was written I may not have been completely aware of it.
So “Daryn” IS Randy! Did NOT see that coming! (Of course, im a little stupid) very good pasta, 9.5/10 It was good….but I want more!
I liked it, but I didn’t like the reference to bipolar disorder (manic depression). It did nothing for the story and just implied that people with bipolar disorder are just crazy assholes.
Hi! I want to apologize for that. I wrote this story nearly a year ago and I can see how that would be offensive. I only put it in because the character was loosely based on a close family member of mine who has Bipolar 1. Being someone with mental illness in the family and myself, I would be offended too. If I had written this today I wouldn’t have included that detail. I just want you to know that it did not come from a place of ignorance, because I guess it would be comforting to me if I was on your end.
Omg I didn’t see that coming cuz I know a guy named Daryn and I just thought it was normal
Yummy pasta. Flavored just right.f
I’ve read this one before. I enjoyed it.
A very good one, I liked the end.
Scary. Good job.
But, what happened to Daryn?
Your name. <3
I loved this pasta. Would eat again.
9/10
yay 9/10 i love psychological thrillers like this. the one’s that having you sarcastically commenting to yourself, ” and to think you know someone…” lol :p
I Feel so evil, I laughed out loud when I read the end.