The native villagers around these parts say that there’s a stretch of tundra just north of here that is occupied by benevolent spirits. These spirits grant insight and warning to whoever visits them at night, once the sun has disappeared entirely and left the world in jet darkness. I drove out to the middle of the frozen expanse of ice and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever commanded these people’s reverence. They send their children out, bundled in furs to keep from freezing, on the eve of their 15th birthday to seek an audience with these spirits. Once they have achieved this, the children run home to their parents to share the news. From then on these children are considered adults in the village. Engaged couples visit this tundra on the night before their wedding. The entire village stays up all night awaiting their return, as it is upon their return that the couple either decides to proceed with their marriage, or to abandon it. The elderly visit the tundra whenever they are sick or ailing, and often make their condition worse by staying all night in the cold. When they return, however, it is most often with an air of sheer serenity.
So I waited, curious to see what phenomenon might inspire people so powerfully. I waited for hours, bundled in my parka and sitting on the hood of my pickup. I waited until I felt that I was going to freeze to death, even in my thick clothing.
I heard the spirit before I saw it. A crunching of snow in the silence made me jump off my truck and spin around. A hunched, gray-skinned man stood a few meters away. Sad, yellowed eyes stared back at me, set inside a skull from which sprouted only a few greasy hairs. He breathed heavily, with a rattle that shook his fragile ribcage, and one of his arms looked as if it had been messily broken and then neglected, allowing it to knit back together imperfectly. Badly scarred flesh marred his splayed legs. The man stared at me for perhaps ten seconds, breathing in the frigid air and exhaling a sickly dribble of steam, before disappearing when I blinked my eyes.
I spun around, looking for the man, but he was truly gone. Approaching where he had stood, I found a pair of bloody footprints in the snow. Frantic with fear, I got into my pickup and headed for the village as fast as the ice would allow. A few villagers were waiting for me when I arrived, knowing that I had gone out and curious as to what might happen. I hastily got out of my truck and, approaching the nearest villager, I demanded, “What is so benevolent about these spirits? What is so insightful? How do these spirits help you?”
“What did you see?” he asked, the look on his face now mirroring the fear in mine.
“I saw a man, horribly disfigured and desperately sick!” I screamed into his face, and the rest of the villagers around us backed away a step. “Why? What does that mean?” I begged him.
“The spirits show only one thing,” the man explained. “They show their visitors, a year in the future.”
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Great. Thoroughly enjoyable, I had to read it twice. 10/10
took me a while to figure out but was good
I thought it was good
Its cause he drove a truck out there. Bad juju. Should have stuck to the old ways and walked.
Well done, that was a good pasta. Great ending, I would love to see more endings that I don’t expect.
Have an ice day.
Great Scott! That was a great story! Pasta with a twist of lemon. Delicious! 7/10
Interesting story, but maybe one year in the future is not really enough considering the premises. I mean, I can understand why a soon-to-be-married couple, or a sick elder, might get insight by seeing themselves how they will be in one year, but what can a 15yo boy possibly learn from seeing himself when he’s gonna be 16?
Predictable but good.Also I like the fact that the supernatural power is (probably)non-malevolent.
yum
Nice good story, keep it up the good work
BUT WHO WAS SPIRIT?
Oh, it was him :3
WHAT A TWIST
Huh, very nice. The ending had a nice little punch to it.
i liked it, a bit predictable… but still i really liked it. It’s not the kind of crap yourself horror story, but the kind that you hear used as a kids campfire story :)
HOLY SHIT
THAT IS FREAKY AS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but it would be worse if you saw yourself the next day
So guy goes into frozen tundra and most likely when he\’s on the verge of succumbing to frost bite, he starts hallucinating. Also WHO WAS BLOODY FOOTPRINT
So guy goes into frozen tundra and most likely when he’s on the verge of succumbing to frost bite, he starts hallucinating. Also WHO WAS BLOODY FOOTPRINT
suprise ending: its u
BEST PASTA WHERE YOU GO TO AN AREA AND GET SCREWED EVER.
I love twisty pasta, when it’s not like “Oh, hey, look, remember that nice, sweet old lady you all loved so much through the story? Yeah, she’s Satan. Remember the protagonist? He’s working for her. The antagonist? He’s a T-rex that can shoot laser beams. This was all a dream.” Cause that sucks. This was finely cooked, with lovely grammar, good descriptions, and just the right amount of maggots. Not something you’d look in your closet for, but creepy nonetheless.
10/10.
That was gay.
Hey! Yeah i didnt really get this one.. Its not really Cool? C’mon Pasta thats not creepy unless your fat!. So yeah guys stop writing depressing stories, lighten up! and Get laid!!
:D
Heh.
This story was posted a year ago.
THIS WAS STOLEN FROM STEPHEN KING. Just too let y’all know
THIS WAS STOLEN FROM STEPHEN KING. Just too let y’all know
whoa…cool pasta!
Nice twist. 9/10. I wonder what I’ll look like in a years time?
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
BUT WHO WAS GUY SAYING WHO WAS PHONE?!
That wasn’t very good
Seriously, what is up with Locations. This is the third story I read that’s just really sad/melancholy. Loved the concept, simple but very clever.
This reminds me of the Anthony Horowitz story called the yellow man or something.
neat ending, good pasta.
i thought the ending would be like: the man saw no spirit, he saw an actual human being which needed help but he ignored him and left it to its death
That’s an “oh shite” moment.
BUT WHO WAS MAN?
There are three or four Pasta’s that appear in every category, this is one of them.
@ncfangirl i always sleep with my dog and why would you feel sad for that guy i would have run him over
At first I was like, “This is going to be boring isn’t it?” And then is started reading, and then I was like, “Aww, that poor guy, why would you be scared of him…? He just needs a hug!” And then a few seconds before it said I was like, “Oh no, that guy is going to be that guy! Aw, poor guy…”
Anyway, it was good, IMO. A nice twist, and it made me feel for the ghost even before I knew who it was. Although I would like more creepy in this pasta. Like the ones from last night…I slept with the light on, and with the dog. :-X
Never take the Tundra lightly, it can drive a man insane…
Its the nothing-ness…
The whiteness…
The endless-ness…
Stretching on beyond the human imagination
Desolation of the soul…
OH MY GOD!!
Ice flow – nowhere to go
Ice flow – nowhere to go
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the Tundraaaaaaaaa!
Check him out!
They call him the shrew
Arms in short then with the claw
I’m little Johnny Frostbite
Moving around
Freezin’ you up freezing you down
Like an icicle
Coming in your tent in the pink light scissor bite
Arctic death
Infinite night
They call me Tundra boy
Because I move like an Arctic – lizard
When the Blizzard strikes I disappear like a pipedream
All that’s left is the gleam – on a tent peg
Boosh Boosh – stronger than a moose
Don’t lock your door or we’ll come through your roof – top
Stop look around take your mind off the floor
Because the Boosh is loose and we’re a little bit raw
Ice, flow, nowhere to go
Ice, flow, nowhere to go
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the Tundra. Ooooowwwww!
Thoroughly enjoyable pasta.
Thanks for the great read! :D
My bad. I misspelled executed…
Nicely written and perfectly excecuted.
I don’t recall posting on this one when I first read it. I’m re-reading old pastas and posting on the ones I really enjoyed. This one definitely makes it on my favorites list. Very well done!
I assumed the ending would be something of the such, but it was better than I expected!
Wonderful pasta. I will let it linger on my pallet.
BUT WHO WAS 15 YEAR OLD?
A year in the future seems a bit short. People typically are happy their first year of marriage, and a 15 year old seeing their 16 year old future self isn’t exactly going to be an astronomical change.
Something like five years into the future would make a bit more sense to me, but I liked the setup.
it was good but it was predictable.
MOAR!!! I liked this one. It is what pastas are supposed to be. Short little dishes that creep you out.
Then who was idiot that thinks he was “fist”?
I went to that tundra place. I saw myself going down on you’re dad
I liked this pasta muchly.
Good twist at the end.
BUT WHO WAS I
I sort of saw what was coming. But I like this one.
that was interesting…
but not THAT creepy
Good pasta is good. I like.
Did not saw that coming.
Very well written.
Predictable pasta is predictable.
Pretty good, I for one didn’t see it coming. Not all that scary, but entertaining nonetheless. I wish it was a little longer, though.
No John, you ARE the spirits.
And then John was crippled.
cant take this one seriously.
i keep getting that mighty boosh song in my head.
:D I like. I like a lot. Yummy pasta.
Pretty good…though somewhat cliche. It was a bit predictable, but its descriptions and historical backup were great.
It feels like the beginning to a Stephen King book or something. I want moar!
It was really good up until the end. The ending was too generic, and felt like some boring horror story.
Yess, I like.
But then WHO WAS OLD GU-oh right….
This was a good pasta, I liked the ending.
BUT WHO WAS FUTURECRIPPLE
mmmm… i just wasnt ‘feeling’ this one.
I found it enjoyable if not a little predictable. I really liked the description of the man in the future, though.
Wow. That was good.
OH SHI-
That was awesome.
varying degrees of like were attributed to this pasta
BUT THEN WHO WAS I?
SO WHO WAS FUTURE SELF???
Poor guy
well I guess someone’s gonna become a shut-in.
i really liked this one!
Tasty!
Hrm….I sort of liked this pasta…..almost like a ritual pasta told from the perspective of someone who performed it, and yet…..it doesn’t lack a storyline. It even has a twist at the end, albeit a bit predictable. All in all, I say this is a good pasta.
I kinda liked this one, it’s the first pasta in a while that genuinely sent a chill through me at the end
didn’t like this that much
man that was a good one.
So that vision is of the guy with the truck?
Creepy. I feel so sorry for that dude.
I gotta say this…
It’s a must…
Who was phone?
XD
Nice pasta… XD
Good one. Ending was not so impressive.
Vedy, vedy interesting.
I liked it much.
I sure liked this!
I really liked this one
Aww, poor kid.
Really good story, though.
Fist post!
Also, ending seemed a bit too obvious once it started describing in detail the injuries of the old man/future guy.
That was pretty good. Creepy ending. Poor guy for whatever happened to him.