Nice To Meet You
Hello.
Its nice to finally meet you. Finally? Oh, its uhh.. I’m just overjoyed to have someone to talk to. Oh, I cannot express how happy I am to have this opportunity.
Oh? Why am I so happy? Its really quite simple. The last few years of my life have been torturous. I mean, god… Oh thats a funny saying. God. No loving god would let any of his children go through what I have. But now I have someone to talk to. Oh glorious day!
Oh where to begin? I think it was a day much like this one. I went to the library with some friends to find something to do over the upcoming weekend. We got there just before the library opened and found an hourglass on the stairs. Real ornate looking. Gold encrusted and whatnot. We were pretty bored, so we turned it over, set it down, and got to talking. Few minutes later, the librarian shows up. As it turns out, he showed up at the same instant the last grains of sand ran out of the top chamber.
We didnt find anything at the library, but did have a new hourglass. We spent the rest of the day just hanging out at my place. We talked, enjoying the entertainment the media provides. We figured out the hourglass lasted about forty-five minutes. I cant remember when we did this, but thats about how long. Before it got dark, we went to go for a walk. Nice, leisurely stroll. I remember turning the hourglass over before we left. I mean, not intentionally. We were just playing with it, and I put it down, sand on top. We left. 4.30
One of my friends asked me the time. I remember glancing down to my watch. I was about to say 5.15, but then I heard the screeching of tires. I heard a shriek, and looked up. A car was backing away from us while another of my friends lay crumpled and bleeding in the middle of the road. His neck was clearly broken. We spent the rest of the night at the police station filling out statements. They never caught the driver. Knowing what I know now, I doubt there ever was a driver. Just some car.
We were sitting in my place a week later, absently fiddling with the hourglass. We set it down and forgot about it, talking about our lost friend. It was forty five minutes later when it happened. Exactly forty five. The other of my friends began to gasp for breath, holding his chest. CPR did not work, nothing did. He died of a heart attack. At our age. Ridiculous.
The other guy in the room that day was also with us on the walk. We havent talked since. I was sitting in solitude, head in my hands, grieving over my friends. It was then I realized that they had both died forty five minutes after the hourglass was turned. I wanted to be rid of the cursed object. I wanted so deperately to be rid of it, I did not consider what was to happen. I went and left it on the library steps again. I went back the next day, and it was gone. I would never see it again.
But things kept happening. Seemingly random, but I could only assume that the new owner was turning it over. Life was going terrible. The girlfriend I had made dumped me for another man. My friends trickled away. Oh but I was never alone. I would hear whispers. Laughing. Footsteps. Yes. Footsteps walking across the room I was in, and I could see nothing. It was so unnerving.
For awhile, it was only in the dark. But then, it started in the day too. Wherever I went, I head this laughing, mocking me from a place I could not see. I suppose if it had stopped there, I would have been fine. It didn’t.
I awoke one night the the smell of death. I also could not move. I became aware of a breathing sound mere inches from my face. It began to whisper. I could not understand it. I tried to sit up, but I felt a searing pain as something unseen tore into my chest. It ripped something out. I’m still living now, but the scars are there. Always and forever. I remember what happened after, too. I felt the air rush against my face, and heard the flap of leathery wings. I heard them fly out my door, and then a crash. When I regained my ability to move, I ran to where I heard the sound, and found a broken window.
I live with them every day. I hear whispers, laughs, taunting me. I try to block them out, but then I feel cold fingers wrap around me, and feel myself inexplicably led towards danger. This is why I can only be in crowded places. Someone to pull me away. Break the grip of whatever has got a hold of me.
I’ve moved around a lot. But they followed me. I knew it was pointless, so I gave up. I moved back here, to the place I lived years ago. Then, I saw you. I knew I had to talk to you. You were special. And during our conversation, I figured out why.
Nice to meet you. I’m you.
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Credited to TheCoffinDancer.
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CoffinDancer, I applaud you for clearing it up, but overall, it just didn’t really work.
At first, the thing just killed people.
Then, it turns out it only causes misery to him. Okay. I can deal so far.
Stuff’s only happening at night? Is the new owner an insomniac?
Now there are…demons involved…?
And now he’s…gone back in time…and he was…the librarian…?
Starts out really good. You got cheated a little bit with the common theme of an “artifact of death,” though, so the overall effect was just amusement. Then it just kinda slowly degenerated into WTF territory.
this sucked my balls. it was terrible.
was 5/5
“i am you”
now 0/5
I think the “I’m you” part just meant that he never found someone else to talk to, he’s just going insane talking to himself.
Wait, So I’m Jesus?
lol
wait, whuuuut
but i havent got a scar on my chest… also, ive never moved….and my friends havent died… and ive never seen an hourglass that lasted 45 mins….. tut,tut,tut….
i kinda like it… its ok… but the ending is cinfusing,, and wat if da reader is a gurl??? then they wud stil have a girlfriend?? haha lolx anyway, im pretty ok wid da story,, got creeped out til the end i got confused suddenly instead… :P:P lolx oh well dats lyf… haha
FUUUUUU
IM GONNA HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?! FUCKING AWSOME!
HOURGLASS CASTS SUMMON LIBRARIAN.
the phantom hourglass
creepy stuff man creepy stuff! but kudos to u
it seemed like you wrote it but then got stuck. came back a month later and tacked on the ending. but i liked it overall.
Yeah.. I think the transition from “Hourglass doing stuff” to “My soul gets ripped out” to “OH HEY IT IS ME” made absolutely no sense. Sorry author, but I think you had no ending to this story and just pounded out a load of nonsense.
So it’s not a Death Note,but a Death Hourglass?
I’m gonna have to give this one a two-thumbs down. It had potential with the hourglass being able to kill. ’til someone else grabs it and it doesn’t kill it just ruins your life. and the twist at the end might be somewhat effective if the protagonist was more generally relatable.
Interesting… It seems if you put it in a tone like your own actual perspective.. it makes it more realistic.
I just read it to my friend on the phone :)
he assumes, but I kinda get it.
death has a way of making one talk to ones self
“nice to meet you, im you” fits perfectly.
Good Job hun :)
FINAL DESTINATION HOUR GLASS
It was decent but the ending confused me a bit. (.___.)
I must say I agree with the other commenters- the last line didn’t really fit. Would have been better to have something else or even miss it out altogether. After all, a lot of people are saying ‘wtf?’ as the character related by the pasta is nothing like them (although that could be minimised by leaving out the girlfriend part, thus allowing straight girls and gay guys to be more creeped out)
is confuzzled
WAT
Wow. That one was good, but the ending died.
For some reason that made my body go really cold at the end. Maybe just coincidence but was rather spooky.
Huh? O.o I like it… but huh? lol
But who was hour glass?
I ACCIDENTALLY HOURGLASS
Oh my, Snowden.
Please, be my guest. Show me what you consider to be a good pasta.
For those who don’t get this, the whole plot was the kids find this hourglass, and it starts causing trouble. They get rid of it, but shit keeps happening. The narrator goes through years of veritable torture, before finding his past self. I wanted to leave it open how he was somehow talking to his past self (clearly before the hourglass was found)
um…my girlfriend dumped me…but wait…Im a girl..A STRAIGHT GIRL!
Coffindancer, every one of your pastas leaves me with the same feeling. Utter disappointment. You fail at creepypasta.