The Smooth, Black Stone
At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and the smooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It’s curved and formed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climb on top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top.
If you stand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water is at its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. A faint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can’t quite identify. It gets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, over the edge of the rock.
Once you are leaning out further than would probably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and you will fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; you simply disappear into the ocean.
No one knows what happens after you disappear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off the same rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthly calendar, they were gone for one day, then washed up on another beach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened, and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fiery paths and gibbering demons.
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BUT WHO WAS HARDENED EYES
Not good.
i read this like almost a year ago on a different web site, but i cant think of the name of it
BUT WHO WAS GIBERISH
To start, these pastas are getting old.
Also, if you’re going to do a ritual pasta, make it partially fathomable/ something you might be tempted or may accidentally do, thus making the possible, horrible catch all the more frightening. Offer potential reward and possible cost.
Finally, who the would go through all of that to spend a day in hell?
Why is it that lately all ritual pastas have you endure a horrible fate or a horrible experience for absolutely no reward?
In theory, spending a short time in Hell could teach an evil person firsthand the horrors of the damned and persuade her/him to change her/his ways so that she/he does not spend eternity there. One can only imagine if this was the author’s intent
No brix were shat.
BUT WHO WAS FIERY PATHS AND GIBBERING DEMONS?
So bland. No buildup.
Just, no.
“Gibbering demons” made me laugh.
I personally liked Fookmi’s conclusion, although if that is the actual concept of your story, it’s too underdeveloped.
Bland pasta.
BRIX WERE NOT SHAT
Bland pasta is bland.
what the shit. this is so no.
cliche as fuck
Lame.
first…
please oh god first.
So, it sits beyond the reach of the highest tide, and you can still fall into the water? So, is it just tall? Or far up the beach? Also, use of the word “gibbering” makes me want to throw a rock at you, since you probably just read Lovecraft or played D&D before you used it. Finally, almost ritual pasta + poorly done mythos = shit
not a bad creepy pasta. didn’t really scare me, but i get the jist of it.
Could have been creepier.
Why would you even do that?
when will creepypasta start to get good pasta’s :/
THEN WHO WAS DEMON
okay, so there’s a path to hell from the top of this rock. but why is it everyone leans out to far and slips off? didn’t anyone just mark the spot visually and climb down off the stone and go check it out. Also, this rock is just out of reach of the sea, so how do i fall off of it and then down into the sea?
Poop.
God damn ritual stories. The opening was promising, but it devolved into crap.
I like it.
While it doesn’t have the “oh SHIT” moment like some other creepypasta, it feels like a real ghost story. The type of thing you would actually be tempted to believe.
It sorta reminded me of candlejack DANG IT I SAI
Appetizer pasta?
bleh… this pasta lacks flavor
Classic creepypasta – short; to the point; creepy. Nicely done
Bleargh.
The words were put together nicely, at least.
this pasta also needs a lot more sauce.
Pretty interesting actually.
It reminds me of some philos- BUT THEN WHO WAS GIBBERING DEMONS
Short, sweet, and to the point.
i<3it.
And how do you know this? Can you provide a citation?
Oh I get it, you fall into hell.
BUT WHO WAS ROCK!
Grow up