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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This is a really good pasta! I love the build up and the ending. The writing could do some work though.
But over all, it was a well done pasta! Good job. :D
Very fun pasta. I enjoyed the twist but if Randy wrote the note where is Daryn?
Randy is Daryn. Daryn is an anagram of the name Randy; he was leaving the notes for himself the whole time.
loooooved it.
Daryn is an anagram of Randy. He’s dyslexic.
well the author’s name is randy. daryn is a jumbled name. hints at the fact that it was he himself, all along.
It creeped me out when I saw the name “Daryn”. My name’s Daryan.
The first half of this story reminded me of one of the characters in the book “Insomnia” by Dean Koontz. He would wake up in random places around the house, like under a blanket wedged behind a dresser or under a shelf in the garage.
The quality of the story-telling are extremely impressive, as well as the language and tension.
This was a good pasta. I can see where others are coming from in saying it was a tad predictible, but it was still very well done. I liked how you took your time to build up the story, and I really felt bad you the main character. good job
Loved it. (had a small hunch as i read it what was going to happen – its a bad habit to guess what will happen!- Was right though) Was really good either way! Well written in my opinion. Total goosebumps at the very end. Goosebumps get 10/10s!
PASATA! YOU BROKE THE FIRST AND SECOND RULES!
I love how ‘Daryn’ can be jumbled and spelled out as ‘ranDy.
geez ive heard of sibling rivalry, but randy really had it out for that girl!!! haha great pasta XD loved it
Great pasta! I noticed that daryn and randy are anagrams of eachother :P
Meh.
Telling himself to fuck off and then to kill himself… Poor guy…
Great pasta nonetheless, 9/10
This is an outstanding pasta, I loved every minute of it.
this is similar to the movie fight club
SPOILER!!!!:
the protagonist meets a guy and they become friends and start a fight club where people beat the shit out of each other voluntarily and the entire time his friend is really a part of himself that he was scared to show great movie and great story
You don’t talk about Fight Club, remember?
Pasta needs less milk.
damn good story
It was too predicable, not enough explanation as to why he is so mental, but I did like the anagram name!
I believe that randy suffers from a server case of split personality. His other personality at first just walked around when he was a sleep and gained more control over the mind over time and became darker each time randy went to sleep
Didn’t really get it. So was the sleepwalker randy??
No. The sleepwalker is still himself. It’s just his ‘best friend’ Dayrn was never Dayrn. He was a stranger named Randy. This made me think that the sleepwalker wasn’t just a sleepwalker but dyslexic but for others, Dayrn is an acronym for randy. Basic point is Dayrn was a stranger named randy.
Why does everyone keep saying “Dayrn”? It’s Daryn…
wut…
No, the narrator’s name is Randy.
woah
Fight club
I loved it, regaurdless of what the others though 10/10
Oh shit, did not see that coming. Awesome pasta.
wondering *
I was wonder what kind of name dayrn was. it was good. I had expected that the sleepwalker would end up killing in his sleep, but I didn’t expect the whole anagram though..
It’s an acronym for Randy
Anagram. And the original commenter already figured that out.
this story didn’t make sense to me
It was ok. 7/10