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"Prime"Written by The Silicon Lemming
Estimated reading time — 3 minutes
I love creepy pastas. And chances are that if you are reading this so do you. I’ve been into them for about a year now and like most the community enjoy the sudden jolt a well-cooked piece of pasta can provide. The way a perception can be built up in a mere couple of sentences, then be violently smashed down. I’ve appreciated all the classics, from “Noend House” and “Candle Cove”, to the secrets of the Holder series.
I heard about a group of guys recently that kept talking about wanting to take their pasta to the “next level”. The kind of story that changes you as a person, gives you a new outlook on life. They posted on a forum, and the impression I got from lurking at the time was that they were building the story fragment by fragment. A mish-mash of text that was being amalgamated as much in the public eye as it was via personal message.
I do know that it was eventually finished, and that a grand unveiling was planned at midnight on the forum for atmospheric effect. This caused some minor grumbling as they all lived in different time zones, but GMT was eventually agreed upon. Many waited with bated breath for this alleged “perfect” pasta that had grown from the minds of many, yet were disappointed when there was no sign of activity from any of the original creative group.
A couple of days later, one of them signed onto the message board and left a brief message
You know exactly what we were thinking at that point? Publicity stunt. That’s what we continued to say to ourselves over the coming weeks as more and more messages started to pile up from all the authors. Most of them were nonsensical, a couple downright disturbing.
TheGothfather: it toook alitle whyl but i got em oiut………………they tast lik jelli.
At this point we started to get a little worried. Weeks had passed since the supposed release date, and there was no sign other than these repeated postings of the forum, so we started to investigate further. Initial findings showed that the group had shared the story among themselves prior to the release, a couple of them bragging of the fact on various other forums. More details came to light showing that one of them, “RATMfanatic”, had been the final editor stitching all the text together, then sending it out to all of them. Research of his facebook showed one status not long after.
“I can’t focus anymore. my mind keeps being drawn back to it. I can see where I stand and it terrifies me.”
All of the others showed had followed suit, and slowly but surely described a gradual descent into depression, mania and ramblings of “finally understanding”. At this point all sorts of theories were flying around, all fixated on this story. We scoured the news reports and found that over the course of time we were able to tie missing persons reports up to all the forum members from throughout the world. Accounts were investigated showed that the homes they had left behind had been trashed. Their computers had all be destroyed, as if there had been some shared belief that burning or smashing the source of their fear would somehow alleviate it. There was no mention of the pasta, but to be honest we wouldn’t have expected that. To this day we don’t know where they are.
And you would believe that would be where the story would end, were it not for one final postscript. A message was found:
Voltronator: yeah, i just got it in my inbox, but I haven’t read it yet.. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m gonna fire a couple of copies to some friends. They’ve been begging me for this, and I do owe them one from way back. They are gonna be stoked.
No-one knows who he was referring to, and nothing has be heard of since. Who knows, maybe it’s still out there. Floating on some dead site that gets like a hit a year. No-one knows the title, so your guess is as good as mine. The only thing I will say you is be careful out there. Next time you stumble across some pasta you’ve never tried before… just… I don’t know, I mean how would you even know until it’s too late?
Credit To: The Silicon Lemming