Her Protection
| Published on Creepypasta.com | February 2010 |
|---|---|
| Length | 501 words · about 2 minutes to read |
| Story level | Short |
| Reader rating | 8.7/10 from 738 votes |
| Category | Beings and Entities |
In every major town and city, there is a house of which no official record exists, and whose windows have been boarded up for longer than anyone around can remember. The previous occupants, if there ever were any, are untraceable, and no organisation or individual will ever lay claim to the plot on which it stands.
Nevertheless, when you break in–always through a back, ground-floor window; you must never touch the outer doors–you will see amongst the dust the signs of inhabitants long gone. A flattened cardboard box, an overturned child’s cot, balding patches on the carpet where the pile has been worn away. Invariably there will be an orphaned double mattress in the master bedroom. What you will not see, however, are rats and cockroaches, or animal waste. Vermin know better than to come here.
These are Her sacred spaces.
The first time you visit, bring only what you need to help you enter the house. Then locate the master bedroom, stand in the centre, and draw an unbroken circle in the dust around your feet. Make it about a metre in diameter to be safe.
Face the doorway and say aloud; “I wish to make a sacrifice. Will you welcome the offering?”
Also read: In The Land of Black and White
Then leave as quickly as possible. You must not return until night has next fallen.
This time, bring nails, a hammer, an empty litre bottle, a sharp, sturdy knife, and a torch. Enter the same way you did last time. Remember the mattress in the master bedroom? Someone will be sleeping there. Don’t worry about waking them up; She has taken care of that for you. Turn the sleeper over onto their back and cut their jugular vein, making sure to collect as much blood as you can.
You will need to pour a little of the blood onto the floor of every room, including this one, but make sure you have some left at the end. When you’ve finished, leave by the same way you entered, and close up the boards again. (This is what the hammer and nails are for.) Walk home. Speak to nobody on your way. When you get there, tip some of the remaining blood into your right hand and smear it over your door handle before you enter. Then go to bed.
If there is any blood left, you must pour the rest of it onto any pavement in the city, but do not allow it to be poured down a drain. The knife you must never use again, and should bury. Do not trouble yourself with covering your tracks. When you next leave your house, the blood on your door will be gone, and the murder you have committed will have no repurcussions. From the moment you leave Her temple, DNA evidence will never again implicate you; law enforcement will creep around your footsteps without touching them. On cameras, your face will show up a blur.
You are under Her protection now.
Just make sure you get the right house.
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To those who say this has ‘no negative consequences’ in this, isn’t the aftermath of killing someone a consequence? Unless you’re seriously messed up, that will play on your mind until the day you die. You don’t just kill someone and forget about it like nothing happened.
I liked this.
I am new to these websites. These are all fictional stories, right? I just can’t tell.
I think a lot of you people are missing the point. The way I see it is that this wasn’t supposed to be a creepy ritual, but more like a subtle parody on them, thus the last line. I liked it a lot. 9/10 (due to the continuity of the “smear blood, immediately go to bed, but wait pour the remaining blood out and bury the knife).
Good pasta. The house I’d have to hit is my used-to-be-neighbor’s house, though. At least it’s convenient to break into. Derp.
Wayy too cliche.
is it bad i could picture myself doing that?
not that i would do that but like i saw it in my head and instead of a nameless girl doing the tasks i saw myself doing it,
very tasty pasta.
7/10
It was crap. I hated it
I liked that it was just
‘Fuck it up, nothing happens. Too bad for you.’
Instead of the usual
‘Fuck it up, you die.’
reminds me of the dark brotherhood from oblivion
Strange, there’s a place in my town like that… old and boarded up…
I wish this were true, I’d love to be able to do this :D
I must find the location of this house.
that was sick, after it was finished i was just “wowed” lol
good
lol the ring
Most definately enjoyed this Pasta it has much nice sauce, i give it my 7/10 would try and enjoy.
This might inspire some idiot to do exactly what was written and then they realise, there is no Her.
This might cause the deaths of some bums around the country :P
But, what if I get the wrong house :O
xD yes commit a crime to fall of the grid, orginal but suckish
still i ate your pasta
light thinks itself the fastest, but wherever it goes, darkness gets their first – unknown author
I like this ritual very much.
A very original concept by my knowledge.
My only gripes were the punctuational errors in the beginning that made it a bit difficult to read. Otherwise, it was quite a good read.
–Char Mander
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Did you put “Charmander” on purpose?
Last line was cool, but yeah, all these stupid ritual pastas are boring.
The end line was what made this story.
I agree with Internet Love Machine, whose ending idea I actually really liked. The story was decent, but not riveting.
There was already someone dead on the matress. DAMN IT.
Umm I came back the next night and there was no person on the matress
Yeah, Elmo’s ritual is actually more straight-forward than some of the others I’ve seen here. Also, I mean- who doesn’t like sandwiches?
This story: 4/10. The only creepiness for me was the fact that this is seemingly a ritual for “wet behind the ears” serial killers. As long as they find the right house.
Meh.
not bad, had some interesting parts, and i like the fact that the result is not mone, or eternal beauty, but complete coverage for anything against the law you wish to do. And indeed, if you have the balls to slit the troath of someone to perform an unknown ritual and such, you’re ballsy enough to get a profit from your newly acquired criminal safety.
Still, it is written in a way that is too similar to the holder series. 4/10 for me.
the last line made me laugh. xD
but, nice one.
Jesus H Roosevelt Christ, Elmo. Win.
I like this ritual very much.
A very original concept by my knowledge.
My only gripes were the punctuational errors in the beginning that made it a bit difficult to read. Otherwise, it was quite a good read.
–Char Mander