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Last Hope



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

As I write, my life is dwindling to nothing, but I need to share what I know. You ever read those stupid ritual pastas? The ones where if you light a candle and sacrifice a toddler at 12:02am then your soul will be torn away but you’ll live forever? This is kind of like that, but less pathetic – less unreal.

It was midnight, and I’d stumbled in after a drunken night on the town. The stairs had presented a challenge, and by the time I’d desperately reached my bathroom, I was throwing up all over the place. Groggy and made tearful by my own state, I lifted my head, examining myself in the mirror and wiping away flecks of vomit. The light was off, but I could still see; had I not been so drunk, maybe that would’ve told me that something was wrong? I don’t think it matters, in any case. I think I’d still be dying even if I had run. There, in the mirror, was my shower. I’m dirt poor (only just graduated from university), so it was a filthy cubicle rather than a bath. And I noticed this mat – this thick black streak laying over the plug hole. I crept closer, still drunk, and pulled it.

A handful of dark brown hair came away in my hand, strewn with reddish brown blood. From the plughole, an eye stared up at me.

I fled, drunkenness forgotten, and hid in my bed, covers over my face and weeping bitter tears, as silent as I could manage. I heard something moving in the corridor and began to pray, but no god heard. My door creaked open, and I heard something crawl in, limbs clicking like some horrible insect. It grunted and snuffled to itself, and occasionally, just occasionally, it laughed in a high, mad, cold voice I can only compare to a hyena. I almost went mad that night, just waiting for it to get me – for it to rip me limb from limb and end it all. But, apparently, it likes to play with its food.

After I finally rose the next day, there was no trace that anything had been there on the carpet. I put it down to drunken hallucinations and moved on. But I kept seeing that eye – that hair. Hearing the laughter, the awful snuffling noise, like something devouring rotten meat. A week later, I broke out into painful sores – like measles, or chickenpox.

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Now I’m bedridden. My eyes are sunken, my hair is falling out, and my skin is a mass of blotched and broken sores. But that’s not the worst thing. I can hear it getting closer, limbs clicking, laughing as it comes to get me. And it keeps… It keeps whispering quietly to itself, maybe to me. Sometimes I can hear what it says; sometimes just barely audibly, sometimes as though it’s right next to me. It’s advice.

That’s why I’m writing this. It keeps telling me that if someone else reads this, if someone else knows what has happened, it’ll leave me alone and find them. Find you.

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I’m sorry.


Credited to bez00mny.

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102 thoughts on “Last Hope”

  1. Why do they run?

    Well seeing as this was written back in 09 I’d say I’m pretty safe. Plus I don’t know why a lot of you sound like you leave your doors unlocked at night. That’s just crazy! I make sure that everything is locked up tight whenever I leave my house, and especially when I go to sleep.

  2. So, sewer-dwelling, disease-ridden (obviously, being sewer-dwelling) monster comes out from drains at night just to laugh and whisper. Ah, OK. I’d suggest just moving, or befriending him and bring him to a doctor to at least get rid of the occasional contagion.
    I really don’t get what the story has to do with the premise about rituals.

  3. You know what? Ever since I have been reading pastas, there has been multiple things coming to claim my life. If I count them all up in total, I think seven teen things are at the foot of my bed every night. Good job on this one! Short and sweet.

  4. So ou just confused it actually. If there are 1000 people who read this (no sure the true number so we are going with 1000) then the “thing” will have to go after all 1000 people. So who does it go after?

  5. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! You

  6. According to all the pasta’s I’ve read today, I’m going to be killed by no less than 3 terrifying creatures. Obviously you weren’t praying hard enough. Cause I’m messing these things up.

  7. I’ve crossed referenced all these people who commented… All of them, plus soon myself, have been raped by what seems to have been a buy cretin. Someone else please read this soon before — sorry, someone’s at the door. I’ll finish my thought after I’ve answered it.

  8. The “AND NOW IT’S AFTER YOU” ending is officially done to death, but I love the creature description. Awesome use of auditory material. Hyena “laughter” always creeped me out. The random illness was a little odd, but then, the idea that on top of everything else this thing is crawling with diseases does add something, doesn’t it?

  9. Another Anonymous

    There’s something I never understand about these kinds of creepypastas – the ones where “If someone else reads this, I’ll leave you alone and go get them, instead.” Seriously, if that Grudge thing is going to stalk the guy for a week, is it just going to go away because uncounted people read this story on the Internet? Now that these words have been posted, I must leave.

    Ugh. Hubert Cumberdale, you taste like soot and poo. – Salad Fingers

  10. Heh. I love this story. It isn’t real, though, right…? God. I knew I shouldn’t read this stuff at ten P.M. Lol. … No, seriously. Is it?

  11. Thanks for the awesome pasta.

    Asshole. Just let me get a plunger and a shotgun and I’ll show that thing who’s boss.

  12. “My door creaked open, and I heard something crawl in, limbs clicking like some horrible insect. It grunted and snuffled to itself, and occasionally, just occasionally, it laughed in a high, mad, cold voice I can only compare to a hyena.”

    The Grudge meets Harry Potter, perhaps?

  13. Wait… if all of us have read this, then who’s the clicky-thing going to stalk? Poor thing won’t be able to make up its mind….

  14. holy shit i am plugging my drain, bolting my doors/windows and buying a gun.

    fuck you.
    (good story though.)

  15. Brix were well and truely shat.

    Haven’t read a pasta that has actually creeped me out in a while, but this one did.

    Good job.

  16. Loved it.
    The icing on the cake was my fucking cat coming into my room just as I finished reading it.

    My heart is fucking racing.

  17. brix were shat.

    even though the whole ‘if someone else read this it’ll leave you alone’ part was predictable.

    but stillllll D: D:

  18. It reminded me of La Muerta Blanca, and I think that one is better if only for the reason that it came first. It’s a good story, certainly, and I do like how the writer actually has motivation to pass it on to other people instead.

  19. FUCK

    FUCK FUCK FUCK

    I KNEW I shouldn’t have come here at 2:00 in the morning!! NOW how am I going to go to bed!? It was bad enough reading La Muerta Blanca!

  20. Good pasta.

    Though the “creature” was awfully grudge-like,
    the end almost made me piss myself.
    …okay, maybe not piss myself, so much,
    But it did give me goosebumps.

    XD

  21. The Violet Nurse

    Nicely written, my dear author. I admit to feeling echoes of the Grudge and dear, dear Kayako…but not all are as sympathetic as I to the plight of that poor thing.

    It taps in a lovely way into the terror many had of the bathroom drain as children…of what could be lost down there, or what could be lurking.

    …After all…we all know that spiders can make their way out and into the tub, now can’t they?

  22. HAHAHA i have been looking for one that is being written as the creature is there, and now its after YOU
    9/10 minus 1 because now im scared to leave my desk

  23. Story was… ehh i didnt really like it.. it was a little too much like EVERYTHING else out there so i guess im saying it was unoriginal

    @ ScaryLarry

    your comment cracked me up idk why

  24. I can see into my bathroom from where I’m sitting. There’s a blackish thing in the tub/shower, but I’m too freaked to check if its that psychotic/maniacal thing or my cat.

  25. I like the part when it says: “I heard something moving in the corridor and began to pray, but no god heard.”
    This is an awesome one.
    +20

  26. I like how it wasn’t a ritual pasta at all,and by the time you realise it was never one to begin with the clicking starts.

  27. Hello.

    I have not laughed in a long time.

    A very long time indeed.

    And how I laughed.

    I could not stop.

    I laughed for hours.

    I laughed until tears streamed from my eyes.

    I laughed until my jaw grew sore.

    I laughed until blood ran in the stead of tears.

    I laughed until the tendons in my jaw snapped with a wondrous popping sound and my jaw could no longer be closed.

    I laughed until I could draw breath no longer.

    I laughed until my heart slowly ceased its functions.

    I laughed as my body grew cold.

    I am not concerned, the candidate this entertainment cost me was worth the price of admission.

    You have my gratitude, dear author.

    The body will laugh until the End, and what magnificence it will be when those that cared for that husk discover its curious state.

    What fine inspiration.

  28. THEN WHO WAS THE GRUDGE GIRL?

    but seriously, bring on the freaky thing. And I wonder how it would react, now that so many of us have read this. Does it pick and choose? Does it go after all of us (please no)? Or does it call it a day because technically it said it would go after one person since the details are written in conversational manner?

  29. Haven’t read a good one like this in a long time. When i first saw it making fun of other pastas, I thought, “hey you better perform”. While the concept was not new, it was a LOT better than that La whatever blanka. Shorter, and more to the point. You keep wondering what’s going to happen to the author and suddenly he/she curveballs the reader by offloading the nightmare to you.

  30. Cool pasta! It was well-written and definitely creepy! I sort of said to myself at the end “oh.. another one where the reader is involved in the story by having read it” but it was still VERY good!

    One thing that made me laugh though – if you saw a bunch of bloody hair and an eyeball staring up at you from your bathtub you wouldn’t just run under your covers and hang out all night. You would run OUTSIDE and maybe call the police.

  31. oh that was my dog…
    i like this pasta…just pass it on to another person, how nice. The guy probably got eaten anyway so i do’nt think it makes much difference.

  32. It was genuinely creepy with the way everything was described and the whole atmosphere was dangerous and spooky. Now I’m a little more paranoid about cleaning the hair out of my drain…X)

  33. the creature’s description and sounds are significantly creepy, grudge inspired, but somehow the ending doesn’t creep me out. Good writing, though.

  34. DUDE
    NO
    AHHHH
    REWIND REWIND REWIND
    PLEASE GOD IF YOU’RE OUT THERE DON’T LET IT GET ME
    ;-;
    i’m not gonna be able to sleep.
    at all.

  35. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

    … great. Now I’ll be paranoid as Hell the next time I’m in my bathroom. I tip my hat at you, bez00mny.
    But for some reason, this reminded me of ‘Lullaby’ by The Cure?
    Still, delicious pasta.

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