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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You,would have to first puke your stomach and small intestine and some other stuff before the long intestine. Due to it not being able to travel through the small intestine to the stomach and up the esophagus might have been better if you said he puked his small intestine out.
interesting…
Interesting Idea. I liked it. Keep up at it.
The organ expulsion was… Interesting
BUT WHO WAS MELONS?
wasn’t creepy but it was a good story! 7/10 no doubt
good pasta.
so basically he turned into a fish and started to eat people um… ok anyway pretty good story i liked the part where he started to puke up his guts and he mentioned writing the story on his victim’s cellphone:)
overall delicious pasta:D
Magical mouthwash that has 100grams of sugar in it and makes you breath underwater. Looks to me like an Oblivon potion you can drink.
the part where he writes the entire story on some chick’s cell was kinda unrealistic though. but overall i liked the descriptions, especially when he puked up organs was pretty graphic.
for some reason i really liked it though, smooth reading.
I’m not about to go through all the comments, but did no one else think about the fact that cellphones have a symbol limit with texts? A hundred-something, I don’t know I never text. I’m pretty sure this exceeds the max though.
Story fails. Ending fails harder.
BUT WHERE IS BLACK LAGOON!?!
Nothing supernatural happened. He’s just tripping.
So that’s who was phone
from what I can understand, he was part sea cucumber, considering that he could puke out his guts and grow new ones, a defense mechanism of the sea cucumber
If I could regrow my organs, I\’d take advantage of that.
Chopped liver, anyone?
Swamp-man goes rogue?
@mngamojemo
He’s just looking for love…
Not really creepy, but oddly, very interesting. Liked the part where it said he puked up his guts. 7/10
+1 to whoever said “he drank gatorade”
ps….why would a car in a junkyard have that bottle? or is that part of the creepyosity?
big lipped alligator moment… anybody know where i got that from?
CRIKEY LOOK AT THIS ONE
reminds me of an RL Stine story i read ages back
i think instead he ate a fruit, forgot about the details, but I do remember the narrator turning into some sea creature
Man what you smok…. Drinking.
The vomiting of the internal organs reminded me of severe radiation sickness. Very good. 7/10.
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
LOL @ Kaytee
Exactly what I thought of when it ended.
Why do people keep saying he’s an alligator now? Maybe he’s a fucking crocodile?!
But seriously, I never saw him as becoming an alligator. Just a swamp-lurking cannibal.
@roflwut? I love you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me in an underwater cavern?
Why are the quality of comments on this site sub-Youtube quality? “OMG that suxs” “I could do better than that” “This is the worst -80000/10”
ARGH! New creepypasta: everyone who posts stupid comments is a real, living person. They talk and think exactly as you would expect from reading their comments. Most of them were able to acquire jobs. Some of them will reproduce and raise children.
Ever drink Bailey’s from a shoe? Wanna go to a club where people wee on each other? I’m gonna hurt you. I like you. What do ya’ think of me?