Sleep, strangely, is seen as the best refuge of the sufferer. You’ve never understood why this is; it’s the place where your subconscious has reign – that alien, unknown part of you that hides out of sight and has total control over your body. If anything, sleep frightens you. Having a stranger living in your mind, watching everything, capable of stopping your heart or healing your illness… It’s scary. Terrifying, even. And the fact is that when you sleep this person – this monster – can show you anything it likes. What if you’ve made this creature angry? What if you’ve done something wrong?
You’re lying in bed, fingers gripping the covers with white-knuckled panic born of too many scary stories and horror films. Of course, you’re well aware that in reality nothing like that happens, but the darkness grips your imagination and twists, wringing out all kinds of half-formed pictures of monsters and semi-imagined noises. Your breathing grows ragged, your pulse quickens, and a bang from downstairs makes you jump. There’s that brief moment of utter terror when countless scenerios of strange creatures and madmen run at full-tilt through your horror-drunken mind, where every creak is a new threat and you see things moving in the darkness.
And then it’s over. You calm down, remember you left the washing machine running. You relax, perhaps even chuckle nervously at your own silliness. Still a little shaken up, you go to turn onto your side, wanting to be closer to the wall.
There’s movement on your arm; the skittering, gossamer-light movement of lots of legs. Almost without thinking, conscious thought locked into a cage constructed of fear, you slam a palm onto the creature. It explodes, and you race for the light, flooding your sensitive eyes and momentarily going blind. The lack of sight exacerbates your childish fright, and by the time the black blossoms have faded from your eyes, you’re a gibbering wreck. You stare at the mess on your arm; a few limbs, a smear of guts and blood. Just a spider. Just a dead spider.
You let yourself calm down, wiping away the horrible thing with a tissue from your desk and sitting heavily on your bed, feeling silly now that the room is light. You’re not frightened anymore; just tired. Tired.
You drift off, forgetting the dangers of sleep. It doesn’t matter; nothing happens. At least, nothing happens until you start to feel a faint movement on your eyelids. It’s practically nothing, just a light pitter-patter of legs. Legs. Lots of legs. Your body reaches a conclusion before your eyes do, shooting upright and opening your mouth in a scream. You slap at your face for whole minutes, cold sweat coating your back, before you realise that nothing is there. You burst into tears, driven to distraction by the ridiculousness of not being able to sleep.
And that’s when you start to feel something prickling the inside of your skin. Your first reaction is more weary then afraid – your mind wants to know what now? What’s next? You glance at your hand, look up, glance down, freeze. Under your skin you can see legs. Legs and a little round body, skittering up and down your musculature. The more you stare, the more you see; there are hundreds of them, appearing and vanishing inside you. Pain flames and dies in your nerves as you feel little gnawing mouths everywhere. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out… Just little, hairy legs. Pouring out of your mouth. There’s a popping noise as they start to emerge from your eye sockets, but you barely hear it; you’re more concentrated on the fact that your eardrums have been long since sacrificed to the onslaught of spiders.
You grip helplessly at the air, but there’s nothing to help you. You barely feel it as your skin breaks open. As you thrash and bleed, your lips pull back in some hellish grin.
Your subconscious smiles.
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Credited to bez00mny.
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This was too creepy. I’m in a well-lit room and the sun is still shining and this freaked me out!!!
*shudders*
10/10
Nice nightmare fuel.
xD
Stephen King’s Creepshow. The lab guy (or whatever) who erupted with cockroaches. D:
Totally rockin pasta. God, it REALLY creeped me the fuck out…..I mean, can you imagine this actually happening?? My worst fear comes to life!! Ahhhhh!
I guess the spiders…*puts on sunglasses* Really got under his skin.
Thank-you.
Not very believable *scratches skin*
very well written in terms of grammar but the storyline was a dud
That shit was scary, because I can associate with it to an extent. I had a spider crawl up my arm when I was trying to sleep one night and smacked it and it was all mushed all over my arm.. bleh. But the rest of the night I kept feeling crawling on me, on my face, my legs, and my arms. Terrifying to think about!!
Wow o.o I was gonna say BUT THEN WHO WAS SPIDER!? but I see someone beat me to it as usual xD
I like spiders. I say hi to the little one in my apartment when I see it, and am thankful for its keeping of the fly and mosquito population of said apartment at a minimum.
Wonderful. Delicious pasta. I\’d give it a 9.5/10.
I hate spiders.
Wonderful. Delicious pasta. I’d give it a 9.5/10.
I hate spiders.
Uhhh this is a ripoff of the movie Creepshow..
9/10 Very good pasta
So it was just a nightmare, hence the subconscious controlling him, or what?
Eek, this made me itchy. Good pasta – and actually a bit terrifying when I substitute ‘cockroaches’ for ‘spiders’. Uguhhhgh.
HOLY JESUS TITS SPIDERS OH GOD OH SHIT
ah fuck, u know that in a average humans life, we eat up to 5 spiders a year! and now i read this, well isent that just awesome
I am new to creepy pasta. All of the ones I have read have been nothing in coparison to this.
Lovely, Scared and Amazed. Well done.
This struck a chord with me, deathly arachnophobic as I am. Well done.
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
…Bad pasta is bad.
I liked the writing a lot, but I found the end to be retarded. I would have liked it more if I woke up from a dream. How the hell is this whole story possible. I understand that it’s a fiction story but it was more of a realistic horror until Mr. Sandman made spiders shoot out my butt.
“You stare at the mess on your arm; a few limbs, a smear of guts and blood.”
BUGS DON’T HAVE BLOOD!
CRAWLING IN MY SKIN, THESE WOUNDS WILL NEVER HEAL
I think the conclusion to this is that it wasn’t anything to do with being awake. it was his subconscious when he was asleep making him believe spiders were in him basically referring to a bad dream.
Gooooood pasta. yum yum. :D
I’m so glad I don’t have arachnophobia. Anyway, great pasta, very well-written.
Not bad I guess.
BUT THEN WHO WAS SUBCONSCIOUS?
tldr.
intro was far from relating to what I would believe my “dream self” to be.
Hehe, it’s like the first spider got revenge for its untimely murder. XD
I didn’t find that frightening in the least, or all that well written. Perhaps if it was executed better or something.
CRAWLING IN MY SKIIIINNN~
But a very tasty pasta.
Too bad it’s the middle of the day so it’s not as creepy but I bet when it does become time to sleep I will freak out. :)
good pasta! not good pasta for people that have phobia of spiders though!
loved it…i found it very creepy…I hope I will be able to sleep tonight
This story terrifies the arachnophobe in me. I am absolutely terrified of spiders and while I was reading this I spontaneously started to feel itchy all over.
Needless to say, I freaked.
I liked it.
It’s kind of weird how you go from the traditionally more psychological threat of the subconsciosu to the real life, but if you take both accounts on the separate, they are very good.
Very… relatable. LOL I often feel like something’s brushing against my skin at night. …0_0 Should I worry?
lmao spiders.;)
could have been better, bu not by much i think. this wasone of the better pastas on as of late and definatly deserves more then just three stars you ungrateful jerks
The writing’s good, and it’s nicely creepy, but I don’t like when stories tell me things about myself that aren’t true. It’s hard for me to distinguish when they want to be about the real me and when “you” is just a character that I’m not really supposed to identify with.
I always get creeped out when I’m falling asleep, and I’m deathly terrifies of spiders, but the combination just does not cause my brix to be shat. Subconscious and spiders though? Eh. I guess those arachnophobics won’t sleep tonight, but I will. Altogether, a well-written pasta, but it’s just not doing it for me.
THEN WHO WAS SPIDERS?
It wasn’t my favorite. Personally, I don’t see spiders crawling in my skin. It really wasn’t that kind of terrifying creepyness that some of the original pastas had. It was okay, nothing special.
And you assume much! What if I don’t have a tissue box on the desk in my room!? Completely ruined it for me. And what if my washing machine is upstairs instead of down, or what if I go to the laundromat? And you assume I have a house! Really, really ruined it for me.
Dude!!! Amazingly freaky. I love spiders, but if that ever happened to me I would freak! ^_^ All in good fun! Awesome story.
I lost it when I started thinking of Linkin Park.
Second person needs to tread a careful line of making assumptions, and being flat-out presumptuous – the difference is definitive. This one does it passably well, but it fails in two major ways: it’s so ungainly in its assumptions that it jars the reader out of the story, and the scare value is near zero.
The writing itself is sound and in places elegant when stripped down, but because the royal ‘you’ is so clearly defined the reader needs to step into this character of ‘you,’ which is usually a bad sign.
Moreover the suspense elements are poorly implemented, and the sole scare factor comes from… spiders? ‘My’ purportedly twisted subconscious can’t do better than spiders? It was a gruesome end that lacked (ahem) bite in my view.
Still, the writing somewhat makes up for it, so it’s a decent effort.
Hmm…. I have spiders….
Well, I’m not sleeping tonight. =D
Very good pasta.
+90
Wonderful story.
One of the few creepypastas that make me do a little ritual at night to make sure nothing will get me. <_<
I hate spiders.
I love love LOVE it!
It was very well written, and therefore I’m willing to ignore the few spelling and grammar mistakes. Well done.
:]
i had a dream like this once….. scared me BIG TIME.
No!!!! I hate spiders as it is!! Now I’m going to be paranoid of them even more!!!
It was quite good though. Amazing description and the sentences blended together and flowed effortlessly. Very well written. Nice job!
my my…
that’s the most frightening pasta on this site in a long time. Very, very good
It’s quite scary, but I don’t like the ‘you’. Sleep doesn’t scare me, and I do understand why it is “the refuge of the sufferer”. There’s nothing I want more right now than a Lovely Nap.
I usually find that second person detracts from the effect. :C
Nice, nice. It didn’t lose itself by trying too hard to creep you out. :D
SPIDAMAN, SPIDAMAN, GIVES BIRTHS TO SPIDAS ALL DA TIME
oh god. wat.
twas scary
CarolynBoBarolyn –
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THEN WHO WAS SUB-CONSCIOUS?!
Up until the spiders pouring from my skin, this is me every night. Made it ultra creepy and now I am afraid to sleep.
Effing DELICIOUS pasta.
CRAWLING IN MAH SKIIIINNNNN~~~
I am always feeling something that feels like bugs crawling in my abdomen….
Then I remember, oh yeah, I’m pregnant!
Lol. Goodnight, I’m going to sleep now.
Hello.
Simple.
Yet, used to excellent effect.
Grody. Whenever I read spider, I thought centipede.
O my goooood!
I don’t know whether to hurl or be terrified. This was great.
BUT WHO WAS SPIDER?
Oh god, I fucking HATE spiders. And I was just about to go to sleep, too.
a true work of art :)
Ugh, I always get the feeling of little legs on me. Nothing’s ever there.
CRAWWLLLLLINGGG UNDER MY SKINNNNNNNNNN
These wounds they will not heal…
I think this might be my new favourite pasta. It’s better than the blood one, at least.
O.o the part with the spiders coming out of the mouth….was freaking disturbing. very well done though.
Unfortunately for me, i hate the feeling of things crawling on my skin. =_=’
This pasta got under my skin. hehe…
That was the best/worst pun I have ever heard. I salute you, sir.
agreed with all of you. this gave me shiver!
i’m terrified of spiders. x_x
someones not sleeping tonight.
Power of the mind….
I get that too.
Eesh. Am I the only one who gets that spiders-are-crawling-on-me feeling when there’s nothing there?
wait, so my subconscious made spiaders crawl in to my skin?
Nice. :D
This kind of pasta is my favorite; it’s the kind that doesn’t bother me a bit when I read it sensible of mind in the daylight hours, but when I’m a touch manic in the middle of the night will scare the stockings off my feet. Great job.
I trust I’m not the only one frightened enough that they no longer want to sleep?
im not sleeping either xD
Damn…as soon as I was finished with reading this, I felt movement on my stomach xD turns out it was just my shirt in a weird fold…
I agree with MisterVercetti though C: Very frightening. Definitely my favorite, too
For once, a pasta that doesn’t get too wrapped up in itself. A pasta that’s actually believable, and yet still frightening as hell.
This one may be my favorite yet.