Bottle
My damnation came in the form of a bottle.
No, not like that.
When I was a child my best friend lived next to a little junkyard. Great place for a kid to hang out, a junkyard. Full of mystery and exciting discoveries, and if you find anything nice nobody minds if you take it, except your parents, obviously. Well, not my friend’s mom. Most of their bowls and plates came from that junkyard. But anyway.
One day a bunch of us were hanging out, dismantling a car. Some of us might have been interested in the parts, I just thought breaking stuff was great. When we’d got the engine strewn everywhere we set to work on the interior. Under one of the seats was a little glass bottle, full of some green, bubbly liquid.
Curiosity trumped hygiene in those days. I uncorked it and sniffed it. The smell was pleasant, minty, a little floral. One kid, Jackie, dared me to drink it. It was a double-dog dare. I had to.
The taste was also pleasant, and it warmed me on the way down. My body was filled with a strange, pleasant tingling. Nothing else happened, not until that night.
First effect, I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t needed sleep since. It’s all right. I get a lot done.
Second effect, a month later. I started to cough things up. I was playing alone in the woods and I hacked up blood. Then there were chunks in the blood. Then I was puking. The entirety of my coiled long intestine came snaking up as I sat there quivering, tears on my cheeks, struggling to breathe, literally puking my guts up. My mouth seemed to unhinge like a snake’s to accommodate my lungs. My heart was on my sleeve. The bloodstain would never have come out if I hadn’t abandoned the clothes I was wearing. The police searched frantically for a missing person, but never found a thing.
I wasn’t empty when I finished, though. New organs built up inside me. I could feel them, I could see them when I closed my eyes, nameless lumps and spirals springing out of nothing.
Third effect. Two months later. I began to crave the water. I can’t possibly describe the feeling of thirsty skin, but it was a desperate thirst. I left my parents’ house one night and walked and walked until I came to a swamp. I moved in. The murky, bug-filled waters feel like home now, as they did all those years ago. I sit under the water, watching the fish and salamanders get eaten by herons, looking at the surface waiting for my prey.
I’m sure you know what the fourth effect was. I’m typing this on the cell-phone of my latest victim. She was delicious. She smelled like fresh melons.
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Credited to mngamojemo.
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haha, fail
Jim Halpert said:
>so the narrator drank some green shit from a bottle then turned into an alligator. cool story bro.
/thread
Not really feeling this one. It started off cool enough. I mean, children wandering around unattended in a junk yard? It starts with some potential. I’m not a huge fan of the execution though…
Why does this remind me of one of those old movies?
I’m probably saying the name when I say what it’s about but, the thing that came from the swamp or something.
Maybe this shows how he became such a monster?
Haha, give me some of that!
Wow. Fish man.
Did he drink Gatorade?
this was terrible. completely terrible.
The author needs to write with less choppy sentences, and stick more to the plot (who cares about the friend’s mom?).
Good concept, though.
Fuck,doublepost. Suck cocks,disregard,etc.
LOL,I was just about to ask “THEN WHO WAS NARRATOR?” Then I read the last paragraph and lol’d. So it’s a murderous man-fish that has opposable thumbs and posts creepypasta through a cellphone. Awesome.
The puking up your guts and complete body restructuing part made me think of Extremis. Not bad at all,pretty well written.
LOL,I was just about to ask “THEN WHO WAS THE NARRATOR?” Then I read the last sentence and lol’d.
The puking up organs and complete body restructuring part made me think Extremis. Not bad,pretty well written.
That was horrible.
Wandered from creepy into unintentionally funny.
Oh yeah and didnt his friend drink it too? what about him?..
:) Pretty good, I like it. Different.
Not bad. Better than the last ones. Well written too.
“My heart was on my sleeve.”
^ Nice.
An alligator with enough intelligence and thumbs to know how and be able to use a cell phone! :D
Oh man. D: Th-That part about puking up organs made me feel really sick.
Good story, too. :3
generic swamp-monster creepypasta?
Won’t be dining for pasta from this source again.
so wait…you became an alligator?
LoL. I thought alligators cant use cell phones :3
No He Became Something Similar To the Swamp-Thing
I like the concept. It’s much better than some of the other things that have been posted on here as of late. The ending was kinda blah. I like pastas that give me a jolt when I read the ending, a kind of unexpected twist. Sadly this was lacking in that department. It wasn’t a bad story, but not an amazingly good one either. I saw the ending coming a mile away. I’d say it’s just an average pasta. The writer definatley has potential though.
Excuse my spelling mistakes please, I’m not the best in that department.
so the narrator drank some green shit from a bottle then turned into an alligator. cool story bro.
This is definitely good pasta, with a stingy ending. Yummy…
BUT WHO WAS SWAMP MONSTER?
lulz ehh it could have been better it just feels too rushed
Ehh, it was OK
Horrible.
NICE!!! I WANT SOME OF THAT!!! XDDD
FIRST SWEET
No you weren’t. LULZ
BUT WHO WAS MAN-FISH?
Nice concept. Not creepy, but i like it.