The Smiling Man In Black
| Published on Creepypasta.com | April 2008 |
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| Length | 833 words · about 4 minutes to read |
| Story level | Short |
| Reader rating | 8.5/10 from 1,046 votes |
| Category | Beings and Entities |
When I was younger, I lived with my father and his mother. I was the only child, a girl at that, and my father was very protective of me. My grandmother, on the other hand, hated me. At first, she would just yell at me and shove me around when dad was at work. It escalated, quickly after he started working longer house to make ends meet. I rarely saw my father at that point. For 4 years, she did things I can’t even bring myself to really think about, not enough to write it. For those 4 years, I prayed and prayed for release. I prayed and wished for her to die. To God, to whoever would listen. My dad probably would have believed me if I’d had a chance to talk to him, but she’d made me feel as though I were an abomination over the years that, I couldn’t bear it anymore. After she killed my kitten and made me bury it, at the age of 13, I attempted suicide by hanging myself inside my closet.
Apparently, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing and the bar in the closet that I tied myself to fell on my head and knocked me the fuck out. I pulled myself up and headed to sneak into the bathroom without the monster cunt to catch me and give me another beating. As I left my bedroom, I caught a whiff of something very fucking rancid, like vomit, burning flesh, and blood, mixed together, warm. I knew all of these smells fairly well, considering what my grandmother did to me, and I thought for a moment it might have been my imagination, or her making something disgusting for me to eat to torture me more. While I recognized the seperate smells in a way, I’d never smelled something like this.
As I got closer and closer to the stairs overlooking the living room, which was right across from the bathroom, I started to hear something. Faintly, I remember hearing it a few feet back, but suddenly it seemed so much louder. My head was pounding, my heart was pounding, and all I could hear was gurgle, smack smack, squish squish, RIIIIIIIIIP. The mere idea of peeking over the stairs and into the living room was suddenly so profoundly frightening that I almost just went back into my bedroom, but strangely enough, it was amazingly easy to just do it anyway.
What I saw in the living room will never leave me for as long as I live, in more than one sense.
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My grandmother was lying on the ground. There was someone wearing black kneeling over her. They were both covered in blood. The person’s head was moving rhythmically over its hands, which held what I the relized was some organ in her body. The person didn’t look up, and I was scared silent.
There was so much blood. So, so much blood.
The sound of gnawing, the smacking mouth, the snapping of her organs at they were ripped from my grandmother’s body (what was left of it), the brutally grotesque sight of her chest cavity having been torn open, of her body being consumed little by little filled me with terror I had never known before. I didn’t know what to do. It ate her body, slowly, seeming to enjoy every bite it took, its body swaying and moving so unnaturally that I couldn’t even think it was human.
I couldn’t stop watching, I couldn’t run away, the sheer terror of it choked the scream I would have let out. It stopped, I stopped. It looked up at me after what seemed an eternity, releasing the contents of its mouth. Gorey pieces and blood, some brown at that point, covered most of its face. What I could see of the face, it seemed to be male, very pale in patches. Where eyes were supposed to be were black pits, pits that seemed to dilate, expand and retract. He had no lips, but his mouth twitched, like some kind of hologram going in and out, slowly smiling, the smile expanding beyond normal human ability. I vomited and fainted.
I woke up, my father was home and worrying over me. My grandmother’s body was gone along with all of the blood. “Where’s grandma? Where is she?” I kept asking him, until I had to stop, from the look in his eyes. He told me her heart was bad, and she was “in heaven now”. I couldn’t believe it. That was impossible, right? Did I imagine that whole thing?
At her funeral, on the way to her burial site, I saw the man again. He looked more human, but I knew it was him. I remembered that smile. That day, I smiled back.
I still have dreams about that man, sometimes I think I see him in public. Even when I don’t see him, I can feel him there. He’s always there, watching me.
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I’m familiar with those same smells after reading this pasta, truly awful
I guess he was like a guardian angel… Er… Guardian demon for the girl?
Good story. I like the part about smiling back at the man.
O.k. I am probably a little older than most of the posters on this site and may be somewhat unfair. But, here goes. Firstly, this story has the feel of a 13 or 14 year old kid in Jr. Hi. (Middle school)and could be the work of a really good budding writer. But like a singer with a good voice, needs some training. Secondly, there was no point to the foul language, I felt like the author just HAD
Ding-dong, the witch is dead…
Gods we would kill the idiot who killed our grandma.
F****** AWSOME
I am eating Chicken Parm right now… I’m suddenly not that hungry
This is kinda weird. “Oh look, the creepy smiling thing that FUCKING ATE MY GRANDMOTHER IN FRONT OF ME. Oh I know, let’s SMILE at it.”
I’m curious…what was ripping the old hag apart?
i mean it was a horrific, in a good way, story…but it left me thinking of what might be killing her bitch of a grandmother…if i knew i would love the damn murderer XD
This pasta was terrible. Sure it was a cool story. But the details, imagery, and overall writing we just giant chunks of shit!
I hate it when people nitpick, like when a story makes grammatical errors and they pull out all the little mistakes that no one else noticed, but I’m not talking about grammatical mistakes. This was just bad writing.
This is in-fucking-creadible!!:D
Seriously amazing<3
Props to you
that was really good it’s the first creepy pasta i liked
Wow, I had shivers! I did like this a lot! Your description is seriously chilling, and I got the feeling that you had actually been through this. Amazing, I will have a hard time sleeping tonight.
were can i get a canibal gardian
Hmm… the smiling man didn’t enjoy that much detail, but it sounded like some sort of human-eating offspring of the Slenderman and Jeff the Killer. It was an interesting story though.
ermahgerd
amazing
Somehow, I found this kinda cute…
So… gory… so… good…
@valfar it says that the narrator was familiar with the smells separately, but not smelling all of them together at once, hence never having smelled something like that. For instance, almost everyone knows the smell of peppermint, and a lot of people know the smell of dragon’s blood, but mixing the two together creates a smell that’s very unique.
Good pasta, will probably be back for seconds, and I loved the guardian creature. Makes me feel like win even at 5:30 in the morning. Thank you, author. As mentioned above, lots of fuck all of a sudden, but still a good story. 8/10
Sequel please!
Mr. Welldone I too share this dream. It is so nice to meet another soul who share’s my ideals. You have yourself a wonderful day now.
It was actually not bad. It kind of reminded me of “slender man” but it kind of didn’t at the same time.
awesome i really think i have a new favorite now! delicious pasta
I shall be in the kitchen seasoning my Grandma if anyones lloking for me (“,)
I swear to god i saw this man standing in my garage today!!!
The man isn’t the bad guy, he’s just a daemon trying to turn over a new leaf and be good.
It’s like a sick and twisted fairy tale! :)
I really enjoyed this.
While I don’t normally have issues with language, here it feels really weird – there’s a ton of swearing in the second paragraph, and absolutely nowhere else. It’s just a little jarring to see a change in writing style like that so abruptly (and then it goes away never to be mentioned again).
If a story is going to have swearing, at least try to spread it throughout, otherwise it simply seems awkward.
Ya, know i ain’t to sure if the ending is good for her or bad for her but it seemed like she was happy that he killed the old woman but scared (maybe) that she might see him in public?
But amazing story!