The Empty Vial
| Published on Creepypasta.com | April 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 90 words · about 1 minute to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 7.3/10 from 842 votes |
| Category | Artifacts and Objects |
You come into possession of an old box. Inside are several glass vials filled with dirt, dust and tiny bits of gravel or cement. The vials are labeled with places and dates such as “Port Chicago 7/17/44”, “Halifax 7/6/17” and “Guernica 7/17/36”. A trip to the library confirms that all are dates of massive loss of life in explosions. A few days later a package arrives with no return address.
Inside is an empty vial labeled with your home town and next week’s date.
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Trick trick motherfuckeeeeer! Time to Ninja Defuse! BOOM! *sigh* “Fuck”
Dates don’t go by weeks. They go by days. You can’t have next week’s date because there are 7 days in next week.
Am i allowed to relabel the vial?
yea surree *o*
I live in Halifax… sooooo….
This is kinda creepy but not overly so.It’s someone or something telling you “Your town is going to get destroyed and you have a week to gtfo”.
All I can think is…how is there anything left after an explosion to put in a vial? Magic!
RUN, MOTHERFUCKER, RUN!
Why would they even give you a week’s warning. I mean, that seems unreasonable. its a good read though
I’m a PRIEST YEAH!
@sai
buahaha xD
sai, you’re deliciously insensitive
@comment number 2
XD wow funny you said that, now that japan has been half destroyed.
(im not trying to make fun of the whole thing) Just funny that you said that… and this happened
@Ed
I guess you didn\’t get your package….
@Ed
I guess you didn’t get your package….
OMG wtf…
my birthday is on july 17…
I think i might’ve been born on a cursed day.
So is mine :/
So is my baby sisters….Damn that explains alot :/
Time for a vacation!
This sounds like a premise for a game involving a conspiracy. Similar to Devil Survivor\’s.
I\’d play it.
Then just take all your friends who live there to another town on that day. Whoop-de-fricking doo.
WHATS IN THE BOOX????
WHATS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BOX??
FYI – the date that you have for the Halifax Explosion is incorrect. It is actually 12/06/1917.
…Unless you were trying to make all the dates in July. Either way, still a very awesome piece. =)
THEN WHO WAS VIAL!?
a vial is a glass jar
You are obviously new here.
@ gfdsfgrstdsfg
Beer??? OH I KNOW ITS RUM!!!!!!!! XD
its good but need some MOAR spaguetty…
I GOT A JAR OF DIIIIRT
I GOT A JAR OF DIIIIIRT
AND GUESS WHAT’S INSIDE IIIIIIT
IS IT SAND
I love you :)
Next week? Good! More than enough time to get the heck out of there!
The first thing that came to mind upon reading “Inside are several glass vials filled with dirt, dust and tiny bits of gravel or cement” was Jack Sparrow and his jar of dirt.
I thought I was the only one.
It also says “your head a splode.”
This sounds like a shitty situation, but the best way to handle it would probably be as Readman said.
@ readman
no sense of love for the ones you lost
Yayy! i got the box!!
Well sucks for toronto, but I live in Japan now.
Once that happens, I pack up my things, take them to my nearest relative’s house, and knowing there’s no time to sell my home, buy every house insurance policy there is (tornado insurance, flood insurance, nuclear explosion insurance, etc.).
Then I tell everyone I know, and if they don’t believe me, I be sure not to forget to stand over their funeral pyre and say “I told you so”.