Creepypasta
May. 22nd, 2009 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dru_evilista
So I suddenly realize I've never posted my creepypasta here. (Creepypasta for those who don't know, are normally short, though sometimes long creepy/scary stories. Like everything on the net, originally born on /b/.) So I'm just mass posting all the creepypastas I've written and posted on Creepypasta.com's forum(and Falling got up on the main site!) So grab your blanky and sit back and get ready to be scared to turn off the lights!
We've all felt it.
You're up late. Working, studying, watching a movie, reading on the computer. Doesn't matter what you're doing, it's the feeling you get. You're tired, your eyes burn and have the gritty feeling you get after not sleeping for a while.
Ok you can't go crawl into bed right now, but close your eyes for a couple minutes? Try to get a little moisture back into your eyes. That couldn't hurt anything right?
Then you're falling. Like stepping off a cliff, you're in free fall, though your body isn't even moving.
Then like a bungee cord snapping back, you're jerking awake, heart thumping a little faster, blinking quickly wondering what just happened.
Doctors call it a hypnagogic jerk, a natural reaction they say, to your brain thinking you're dying, when your breathing and heartrate slow as you fall asleep.
What the doctors don't know is, your brain is right. Every time you let your self nod off, every time you feel that 'falling' sensation... you're not falling. You're being pulled down.
And one day...your brain won't be able to pull you back up.
They will have you.
So beautiful.
Your skin, your hair, your lips, the way your eyelashes brush your cheeks in your sleep.
You'll be even more beautiful when I make your red blood run free to glisten in the moonlight.
I can hear it. Thump thump thump. Your heartbeat.
I can feel it. Thumpthumpthump! Pounding in it's bone cage.
I can taste it, your gorgeous heart, as I hold it still beating in the palm of my hand.
Humans.
You're so convinced you're special.
So convinced you're "made in God's image" and it's your right to conquer and control everything you see.
You swarm over the planet burning, killing, feeding like locus.
Everything you touch turns to ashes. Death and garbage follows in your wake like smoke off a fire.
Luckily you won't be around much longer.
You'll do to your selves what you do to everything else.
Idea that came to me while watching a Life After People(and that other one, the non History Channel one...) marathon. Longer then my other couple of pastas.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. I'm so lonely...
I'm alone. I don't just mean...no one's here. I mean really alone.
They're gone. They're all gone. My family, my friends, people I've never met, all gone.
I woke up one day, and...no one was here. Ok, weird I thought. I yelled to see if my parents were in the house, I looked in the garage, I looked around the yard, nothing. Well ok, maybe they went out, and I was just so deeply asleep I didn't hear them.
So I log into the net to goof off for a while. No one's on. Not a single friend on my messenger list is online. That's NEVER happened! I have friends all over the world, there's always at least a few people on. But no is on now. So I check the boards...no one. No new posts for hours.
I start looking everywhere, and anywhere. Going to every site I know of, googleing random sites, I literally can not find a single living person. Automatic things are still running, but there's no sign of other living breathing people.
I leave my house and start knocking on my neighbors doors. No response except for some dogs barking.
I go back home and get into my car and drive into town. It's like a ghost town, or a scene from the beginning of a horror movie. Cars crashed into other cars, cars crashed into buildings, but no bodies any wear.
I check stores, I check gas stations, I check everywhere.
After a few hours of driving around trying to find ANYONE else, I end up back at home. I'm shell shocked. I flip though the blank TV stations mindlessly, as my mind goes over things, trying to work this out.
This has to be a dream right? I mean, come on! What happened? It couldn't have been a plague or anything, there's no bodies, and why would I survive and no one else? It couldn't be some horror movie situation with monsters or zombies, since again, no bodies.
Was it that crap they used to talk about in church? The rapture, or something? Did I die, and is this hell?
Did I fall into a parallel dimension? Oh fuck, what was the Stephen King book I read when I was a teenager? The Langerlires or something like that? Are monsters gonna show up any time to eat me, and the rest of the world?
I remember reading about the lost colony of Roanoke, and like those ships people would find with everything just left like the people just stepped out for a moment, pipes still smoking, drinks still hot on the table. That's exactly what this is like. My dad's coffee was still sitting on the kitchen table.
The power stayed on for almost a week after that before it went off. It never came back on. I tried to eat all the food in the freezer and fridge before it went bad, then I started really thinking about food. So I went back into town and...well looted. I took what I needed, bottled water, canned food, flash lights, lanterns, batteries, candles, matches, and anything that didn't need to be in a fridge to stay good.
Around that same time I noticed them.
No, not horror movie monsters, or anything cliché like that.
The animals. Dogs, cats, raccoons, mountain lions, wolves, bears, you name it, they were coming out in droves.
Animals who'd lived on the fringes of human towns, pushed back away from us, for thousands of years, seemed to suddenly know the humans were gone.
Well except for me.
Can you imagine that? One 20 something, non-hunting, non-camping, suburbs girl suddenly in the middle of what was now a world wide wild life park! I still had the car, for then at least. Until the gas would run out. So I drove till I found a gun store and broke in. I grabbed...well anything I could break into and take. I didn't know how to use a gun, I'd never even seen one in real life. But suddenly I needed one.
I sealed my self up in my house with all the food I could find, and that's where I still am.
It's been a couple weeks now. Two? 10 days? Maybe. I think. It's hard to keep track of time. At least the explosions stopped a while ago. I don't know what those were...the crashed cars I think. All the...gas and stuff.
God I keep hoping this is all a dream. That I'll just wake up, laugh at my crazy subconscious and go take a long hot shower. Showers! Fuck, do I miss showers. I haven't been able to do more then wipe off with a wash cloth and a little bit of water for weeks. I'm scared to waste water like that. I...I don't want to have to go back out there for more. It's the jungle out there! Literally! I saw a lion, a real, African lion, in our- in my my back yard the first week! It must have broken out of the zoo...which means everything else in the zoo is out there. Lions and tigers and bears, oh fucking my.
I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared. I'm going to die. I know it. It's just a matter of time. The food and water, even if I go out for more, won't last forever. Even if I go traveling across country, with no one around to work factories and make more... I guess I could go traveling to other stores, but for how long? How long will the gas in my car last? Do the pumps work with no power? I guess maybe I could steal a car...break into a house and find the keys, and just...take off.
Crazy as it is, I've been feeding my cats, and sharing my water. They're all I have left of my family. But when I food and water run out, I guess I'll just have to...let them go and pray they can fend for them selves. I mean, they used to be strays before they adopted me, they should be fine, right? Maybe I can take them with me. Ok, it'll be hard with carriers, and food and water and litter boxes, but they're my babies. They're all I have left, I need them, right?
Oh fuck me. What am I think, trying to take care of my pets?! I..I'm not even going to be able to take care of my self for much longer.
I know, I'm rambling. Jumping all over the place from one topic to another. I can hardly even sleep anymore. I haven't been able to sleep for longer then a few minutes at a time for...days? A week? It's so dark at night. I mean, yeah, it's night so it's dark, but think about it. Has it ever really been dark before? There was always street lights, house lights, cars, and if you're within ANY distance from a town, not even a New York/Las Vegas type city, but just a normal sized town, there's stores with neon signs, more cars and street lights, and that all makes everything have the sorta orangy tinge, so the world is forever in a kinda twilight. But now all that is gone. At night it's just the moon and stars. No more lights other then my candles and flashlights taken from the store. It's just so dark. (I'm writing this in candle light, like some 16th century monk or something.) And I know what's out there. Animals that can see a lot better in the pitch black then I can. I have the windows and doors boarded up, but still...there's BIG things out there.
Why am I writing this down? I don't know. I need to get my feelings down somewhere, and with the power gone, I can't exactly blog, not that there's anyone to read it anyway. Maybe aliens will come along someday and read it. Hell, maybe aliens are the one's who took everyone, and they'll come back for me? Who knows...
SHIT! What was that?! What was that noise?! Oh god, there's something out side scraping at the door! It sounds big... a bear or... who knows what? ... and yet I'm still writing what's going on? God I really am lonely, and far too used to bloging my ever action, aren't I?
Well ok. Ok. I have my stolen guns, I guess it's time I learn how to use them...I'll let you know how it goes when I get back, right?
Wish me luck.
We've all felt it.
You're up late. Working, studying, watching a movie, reading on the computer. Doesn't matter what you're doing, it's the feeling you get. You're tired, your eyes burn and have the gritty feeling you get after not sleeping for a while.
Ok you can't go crawl into bed right now, but close your eyes for a couple minutes? Try to get a little moisture back into your eyes. That couldn't hurt anything right?
Then you're falling. Like stepping off a cliff, you're in free fall, though your body isn't even moving.
Then like a bungee cord snapping back, you're jerking awake, heart thumping a little faster, blinking quickly wondering what just happened.
Doctors call it a hypnagogic jerk, a natural reaction they say, to your brain thinking you're dying, when your breathing and heartrate slow as you fall asleep.
What the doctors don't know is, your brain is right. Every time you let your self nod off, every time you feel that 'falling' sensation... you're not falling. You're being pulled down.
And one day...your brain won't be able to pull you back up.
They will have you.
So beautiful.
Your skin, your hair, your lips, the way your eyelashes brush your cheeks in your sleep.
You'll be even more beautiful when I make your red blood run free to glisten in the moonlight.
I can hear it. Thump thump thump. Your heartbeat.
I can feel it. Thumpthumpthump! Pounding in it's bone cage.
I can taste it, your gorgeous heart, as I hold it still beating in the palm of my hand.
Humans.
You're so convinced you're special.
So convinced you're "made in God's image" and it's your right to conquer and control everything you see.
You swarm over the planet burning, killing, feeding like locus.
Everything you touch turns to ashes. Death and garbage follows in your wake like smoke off a fire.
Luckily you won't be around much longer.
You'll do to your selves what you do to everything else.
Idea that came to me while watching a Life After People(and that other one, the non History Channel one...) marathon. Longer then my other couple of pastas.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. I'm so lonely...
I'm alone. I don't just mean...no one's here. I mean really alone.
They're gone. They're all gone. My family, my friends, people I've never met, all gone.
I woke up one day, and...no one was here. Ok, weird I thought. I yelled to see if my parents were in the house, I looked in the garage, I looked around the yard, nothing. Well ok, maybe they went out, and I was just so deeply asleep I didn't hear them.
So I log into the net to goof off for a while. No one's on. Not a single friend on my messenger list is online. That's NEVER happened! I have friends all over the world, there's always at least a few people on. But no is on now. So I check the boards...no one. No new posts for hours.
I start looking everywhere, and anywhere. Going to every site I know of, googleing random sites, I literally can not find a single living person. Automatic things are still running, but there's no sign of other living breathing people.
I leave my house and start knocking on my neighbors doors. No response except for some dogs barking.
I go back home and get into my car and drive into town. It's like a ghost town, or a scene from the beginning of a horror movie. Cars crashed into other cars, cars crashed into buildings, but no bodies any wear.
I check stores, I check gas stations, I check everywhere.
After a few hours of driving around trying to find ANYONE else, I end up back at home. I'm shell shocked. I flip though the blank TV stations mindlessly, as my mind goes over things, trying to work this out.
This has to be a dream right? I mean, come on! What happened? It couldn't have been a plague or anything, there's no bodies, and why would I survive and no one else? It couldn't be some horror movie situation with monsters or zombies, since again, no bodies.
Was it that crap they used to talk about in church? The rapture, or something? Did I die, and is this hell?
Did I fall into a parallel dimension? Oh fuck, what was the Stephen King book I read when I was a teenager? The Langerlires or something like that? Are monsters gonna show up any time to eat me, and the rest of the world?
I remember reading about the lost colony of Roanoke, and like those ships people would find with everything just left like the people just stepped out for a moment, pipes still smoking, drinks still hot on the table. That's exactly what this is like. My dad's coffee was still sitting on the kitchen table.
The power stayed on for almost a week after that before it went off. It never came back on. I tried to eat all the food in the freezer and fridge before it went bad, then I started really thinking about food. So I went back into town and...well looted. I took what I needed, bottled water, canned food, flash lights, lanterns, batteries, candles, matches, and anything that didn't need to be in a fridge to stay good.
Around that same time I noticed them.
No, not horror movie monsters, or anything cliché like that.
The animals. Dogs, cats, raccoons, mountain lions, wolves, bears, you name it, they were coming out in droves.
Animals who'd lived on the fringes of human towns, pushed back away from us, for thousands of years, seemed to suddenly know the humans were gone.
Well except for me.
Can you imagine that? One 20 something, non-hunting, non-camping, suburbs girl suddenly in the middle of what was now a world wide wild life park! I still had the car, for then at least. Until the gas would run out. So I drove till I found a gun store and broke in. I grabbed...well anything I could break into and take. I didn't know how to use a gun, I'd never even seen one in real life. But suddenly I needed one.
I sealed my self up in my house with all the food I could find, and that's where I still am.
It's been a couple weeks now. Two? 10 days? Maybe. I think. It's hard to keep track of time. At least the explosions stopped a while ago. I don't know what those were...the crashed cars I think. All the...gas and stuff.
God I keep hoping this is all a dream. That I'll just wake up, laugh at my crazy subconscious and go take a long hot shower. Showers! Fuck, do I miss showers. I haven't been able to do more then wipe off with a wash cloth and a little bit of water for weeks. I'm scared to waste water like that. I...I don't want to have to go back out there for more. It's the jungle out there! Literally! I saw a lion, a real, African lion, in our- in my my back yard the first week! It must have broken out of the zoo...which means everything else in the zoo is out there. Lions and tigers and bears, oh fucking my.
I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared. I'm going to die. I know it. It's just a matter of time. The food and water, even if I go out for more, won't last forever. Even if I go traveling across country, with no one around to work factories and make more... I guess I could go traveling to other stores, but for how long? How long will the gas in my car last? Do the pumps work with no power? I guess maybe I could steal a car...break into a house and find the keys, and just...take off.
Crazy as it is, I've been feeding my cats, and sharing my water. They're all I have left of my family. But when I food and water run out, I guess I'll just have to...let them go and pray they can fend for them selves. I mean, they used to be strays before they adopted me, they should be fine, right? Maybe I can take them with me. Ok, it'll be hard with carriers, and food and water and litter boxes, but they're my babies. They're all I have left, I need them, right?
Oh fuck me. What am I think, trying to take care of my pets?! I..I'm not even going to be able to take care of my self for much longer.
I know, I'm rambling. Jumping all over the place from one topic to another. I can hardly even sleep anymore. I haven't been able to sleep for longer then a few minutes at a time for...days? A week? It's so dark at night. I mean, yeah, it's night so it's dark, but think about it. Has it ever really been dark before? There was always street lights, house lights, cars, and if you're within ANY distance from a town, not even a New York/Las Vegas type city, but just a normal sized town, there's stores with neon signs, more cars and street lights, and that all makes everything have the sorta orangy tinge, so the world is forever in a kinda twilight. But now all that is gone. At night it's just the moon and stars. No more lights other then my candles and flashlights taken from the store. It's just so dark. (I'm writing this in candle light, like some 16th century monk or something.) And I know what's out there. Animals that can see a lot better in the pitch black then I can. I have the windows and doors boarded up, but still...there's BIG things out there.
Why am I writing this down? I don't know. I need to get my feelings down somewhere, and with the power gone, I can't exactly blog, not that there's anyone to read it anyway. Maybe aliens will come along someday and read it. Hell, maybe aliens are the one's who took everyone, and they'll come back for me? Who knows...
SHIT! What was that?! What was that noise?! Oh god, there's something out side scraping at the door! It sounds big... a bear or... who knows what? ... and yet I'm still writing what's going on? God I really am lonely, and far too used to bloging my ever action, aren't I?
Well ok. Ok. I have my stolen guns, I guess it's time I learn how to use them...I'll let you know how it goes when I get back, right?
Wish me luck.