On an early dim morning an elderly woman rested her hand atop a gravestone.
“Henry Blackwood-1938-2004.”
She rested flowers on it and wept, something she didn’t usually do. She always made sure to bring something of Henry’s when she made her annual visit to his grave. Her memory wasn’t what it used to be and her brain needed help to get it jogged. She brought something he hated: his hearing aids. She remembered wistfully how he never used them, always insisting he had excellent hearing despite keeping the television’s volume up so high.
Now all she wanted was his return to her loving embrace. “Oh Henry,” she fell to her knees and looked to the sky, “How I wish you’d come back to me.”
Up in the sky and through her blurred teary vision she saw a red star. It was faint but she heard a malignant chuckle and the star flashed to match it. Then it disappeared with the raising sun.
She wiped away her tears. Strange. Was it a product of her imagination? She stood up and surveyed the area but saw nothing. It seemed like the moment was merely nothing but old, senile, womanly mood swings. As she smiled at her silly old self, a question came to her that felt like part of a dark realization. Could the battery in the hearing aid still work? She attached it to her best ear and turned it on. She could hear the rustling of crow feathers in a nearby tree. It probably still worked due to her husband’s lack of commitment to use it. Then, swallowing hard, she rested her ear on the ground above his grave. Her mouth dropped in horror as she heard scratching, shuffling, and a familiar voice bellowing a horrified scream.
Credit To – Johnny V
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The red star brought him back to life. Obviously.
So what was the randomn red star ? The devil laughing at bringing the guy back to life in the grave ? Lol
Not really creepy, but still good. What I got is, that if you’re an old lady, your wishes come true.
Cemetery and cemetary are both correct and acceptable spellings of the word.
C E M E T E R Y
hey sorry, i accidently gave this a 1 star (misclick)
Groundhog?
Expecting it but really good nice job
It was good and I expected that to happen even though but still sent chills up my back
This pasta is a perfect example of how a creepypasta/micropasta should be executed. Lots of questioning, and very little information. Leaves the reader thinking, “What the hell just happened?” It succeeds very well in doing so.
9.5/10
And of course this particular story was submitted on my birthday, ad it creeped me out :o
That was quite predictable
ohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohman!!!!!!!!!!
very good suspenseful but i think thats an odd way for a old lady to act. 8/10
Awesome !!!! Very very good! Loved it! Did I mention I liked this pasta?
Holy cow, I’m creeped.
I have a cousin named Henry Blackwood 0.o
dat was epic coooclool
Wow. Just… wow.
Very interesting story. I liked the concept, but the execution could have been better. The story was overall written well, and I was truly horrified at the ending. Overall, 7.5/10. Excellent.
Oh my gosh.
You, reader. Just hope you know if you give this anything other than 10/10 you are a complete plebeian in the creepypasta universe.
Perfect micropasta.
That totally wasn’t what I was expecting. Because Henry couldn’t have possibly survived after being buried for roughly 9 years, I suppose it was his spirit trapped in his coffin? Or maybe she truely was senile?
The evil red star brought him back to life, duh.
It didn’t say she visited the grave 9 years after or a few hours later from burial. :3
He said 9 years because the guy died in 2004. Even if this isn’t necessarily set in 2013, the fact that it’s her “annual visit” implies it must have been at least 2 years since he died, for it to become a things she does annually.
I thought about the premature burial but then again, it says that she keeps on going to her husband’s grave annually. :P somehow, the ending was too predictable for me. nonetheless, I like the touch of “hearing aid”.
The hearing aids are a nice touch, though the excure for the woman to try them on is poor. The story, however, is just the last part of The Monkey Paw rewritten.