Somewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it’s in a dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone’s attic; perhaps it’s in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny, obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten, ranging from leather-bound volumes with yellowing pages two hundred years old through to modern spiral-bound notebooks. All of them are diaries, some by famous people, some by not-so famous people, but all by the most horrific madmen and murderers the world has ever known. And the collection is growing. For if you ever find it, you will hear a faint scratching sound, coming from the newest volume of the set. This volume will be new, and filled with blank pages, except for the first. On this first page, you will find the beginning of your own diary, written in your own hand.
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why is this so awesome
I bet Dalian would love to find these books
Didn’t quite get it…
Lol @ all the Death Note references. This was a yummy pasta that oddly gave me inspiration to write one myself. I might even come back for seconds.
8/10
Totally Death Note: …The author commented and even said that the inspiration is Discworld. Besides, these are diaries that chronicle the lives of madmen. How does that compare to a book you can write in to kill a person?
This is totally a rip off of Death Note -____-
But I don’t keep a diary!
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Kite Jul 11th 2008
If ever there was an incentive to explore the loft, this is it, not much else to say.
Kite, you have a good idea here :P
I can only imagine an organization of murderers and psychos meeting every decade in some fucked up warehouse and debating on where to put their library next.
THEN WHO WAS SCRATCHING?!
I’d be too absrobed in reading the old ones to even notice the scratching sound. I love old books, and if they’re the diaries of mass murderers then even better. They fascinate me.
ooh i liked it :)
short and sweet Pastas are pretty awsome.
Coulda been better
not so much the end part, but how sick would those be to read? It’d be the best creepypasta ever lol
@ Palhinuk
I lol’d. Death Note references for the win.
I’m delighted to see this here. I wrote this for a creepypasta thread shortly before the creation of /x/ in response to complaints that there was never any original content in them. It was inspired by the self-writing biographies in Death’s library in the Discworld novels, and I had originally intended to use it in a World of Darkness game, but never got around to doing it.
And in it, will be a collection of rules written by a shenigami named Ryuk, and you will call yourself Kira
OMG Deathnote. xD
i don’t realy get it can some one explain :(
eh, it doesnt really interest me…
No, your not supposed to fill it out like your other diary. This is a totally new one.
And the first page is filled out.
Probobly with the events of that day, and how you found these books.
I remember reading this one… I did like it… For the most part…
Shveet.
Rather than being creepy, this one just makes me feel a bit safer and happier that I’m not the one getting screwed over.
That’s not to say I didn’t like it, however. Sure, there’s the big problem of seeing your own diary and being forced to write EVERY SINGLE WORD as it’s laid out in there, though that’s not really been proven as fact seeing as this never happened.
Indeed it does Hippe. But not as much as Mr. Welldone
very nice. It makes you think.
interesting
At Kite: He’s like a creepypasta all his own.
Mr.Welldone; Your input never fails to intrigue.
Hello.
I’m surprised at just how very little this one left out.
And pleased.
I once knew a man like you.
He taught me the meaning of life.
I will never forgive him.
You both intrigue me so
Like the last light in the house
But nevermore as much as the last living soul
If ever there was an incentive to explore the loft, this is it, not much else to say.