Category: Creepypasta

…“I said it once, wasn’t that enough?”

“Obviously it’s not, otherwise we wouldn’t be sitting here, would we?”

“I can’t really tell, I mean, I get this bat-shit crazy vibe from you, but you’re also pretty hot, so my mind gets caught in one of those loops t…” His words are slapped from his mouth as she connects a vicious right fist into his jaw.

“You sugar coat it, but we both know what the real issue is, don’t we? You don’t think I can do what I say I can, and you’re not going to give me what I want until I show you what it is you need to see, don’t you?” she purrs as she runs a finger lightly across his jaw before gripping it tightly and pulls his eyes to meet hers.
He spits a wad of blood into her face and laughs uneasily. “Y-You wish you could, b-but we both know you can’t!” he stammers nervously through split lips.

“Then why are you scared?” she asks with a wicked grin across her lips.

“B-B-Because I-I-I..”

“Because I what?” she asks as she grips his hair and pulls his head back.

“B-Because you remind me of my MUM!” he cries….

…The light blinks repeatedly before finally exploding in a grand display of pomp and circumstance. Derek shields himself with his arm, gritting his teeth together tightly before he screams like a child who has been grabbed by the monster that was unfortunately, regardless of what daddy said, hiding beneath their bed. Seconds pass into minutes as he stays there, shielding himself and drawing in desperate breath after desperate breath, until finally he casts a wayward glance from beneath his elbow and spies red satin socks firmly encased in a pair of Hermes Birkenstock’s.

“You can come out from beneath your little armpit Derek, the deed is now done,” a deep smooth voice announces proudly.

“A-A-Are you sure it’s s-s-safe?”

“Would I tell you otherwise if it was not?”

“I-I-I, I don’t F-FUCKING know, y-y-ou told me this w-wouldn’t be s-such a thing, b-but it turned into o-one!”

“Oh please Derek, you make it sound like I asked you to bring me the crown jewels!”

“THAT would’ve been LESS of a challenge!” he spits as he launches himself to his feet and stares definitely into the eyes of the devil himself…..

…“Santiago, nineteen-fifty-four!” Levi says with a wicked smile across his dry, cracked lips. “You looked pretty much the same today as you looked back then. Of course your hair is different, it has grown some, and back then you didn’t have that horrible Errol Lynn buffet on your chin, but regardless of all that you still smell the same, the way you move is the same, you are still the same!”

“I think, you have me confused with someone else, I’ve nev…”

“Please, I may be old, and my mind may be leaving me behind from time to time, but I know you Erik, I know everything about you, for I, I could never forget YOU! So please, do not treat me like I am a simpleton.” he spits.

For seconds they sit there in silence, while a smile grows across Erik’s lips. “Okay, you have uncovered the truth, and you have found me out. Now, what do you and your people intend to do with me?” he says as he casts his eyes quickly around the room, staring down the handful of eyes that dare stare back at him, before they fall once again upon Levi’s.

“I want to live eternal, like you live, and in payment I will make your end quick and as painless as possible.”….

…a quivering smile wriggles across his blood-stained lips before he raises the pistol to Gareth’s brow. “Unfortunately I do not possess the ability to go back and forth thru time like some comic book superhero, and that saddens me, for now I see you for who you are, and not who I saw.”

“Life’s full of unfortunate surprises, but it’s what you do with them once you know makes up for the mistakes along the road.” he seethes through clenched teeth.

“The time for bargaining is over! You have cost me much today, and I will not be denied my payment of blood!”

“What if I could offer you a chance to go back and change that mistake? What if I could correct our course and give you chance to shape a better tomorrow through the eyes of yesterday?”

“I would call you a fool!”

“Or would you be the fool for once again not taking a chance to be taken?”

He raises his brow with curious intent. “Well played, taking my disenchanted with an error already taken. But I am no fool, and you lie!”

“Are you sure?” he says with a wry grin upon his lips.

“If you possessed such a device, you would’ve already used it to stop me.”

“I already have….

…“You act like I had some sort of choice old friend. My hand was forced, no? The decision of retaliation was not made, it was forcibly thrust upon my shoulders. Had I turned the other cheek as you called it, I would’ve left myself open for others to make their move for my empire.” Bowen says with a furrowed brow and in deep seeded frown. “It brings me no joy in doing this, but if I allowed you to live, I would be making my own bed!” he says as he levels the barrel of his pistol to Ramiraez’s temple.

“SHUT UP AND PULL THE TRIGGER! I no longer care to hear the excuses of a coward!” he spits through clenched teeth.

“On the contrary my old friend,” he says as he pulls the trigger, removing half Ramiraez’s head. “A coward would never have the courage what I have done this day!”

“Then why do it?” he asks as he forces the barrel of his gun into the back Bowen’s skull.

“I-I-Impossible!” he stammers as he looks down with feverishly wide eyes at Ramirarez’s silent form as a sea of red quickly forms beneath it.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I took the time to tell you!”….

…The blood drops to the earth beneath him and soaks quickly into the soil. He lets out a raspy grimace and clenches his teeth tightly together while tightly balling his hands into fists.

“Y-You can’t be foolish enough t-to believe that I’d l-let you walk f-freely out t-those gates, a-and back into civilisation!” Jared stammers through bloody lips.

George smiles broadly, “I didn’t think, or care to think anything of the sort. I have known where you stand for quite some time, and in knowing that, I knew when this day presented itself to me, as it such has,” he says as he gestures to the space between the two. “I knew you would be the one to stand between me, and my freedom.”

“W-Why? Why now?”

His brow furrows and his smile twists into a sarcastic laced smirk. “Because the time was right, and I am anything but punctual.”

“You KNOW what I mean! Why now? Why when you were almost free by your own hands!”

“But these are my hands,” he says as he holds his blood-soaked hands into the air for Jared to see, his smirk pulsating like he tail of a cat about to strike. “And they have set me free!”….

…He closes his eyes and lets a stuttered breath escape his lips as he tightly clenched his blood-stained hands into fists. An explosion of colours pop inside his mind’s eye, showering the throbbing darkness with bright blues, reds, and yellows, while the silhouette of a woman’s face is painted in contrast to the colours.

“A-A-Alison,” he stammers beneath his breath as she turns towards him and comes to life like an animated character from some eighties pop music video. She smiles playfully as her lips are defined in a pulsating purple, then with a backwards thrust of her head she spins around and begins dancing to music unheard while a sea of yellow stars wash across the empty world beneath them as her silhouette is dressed in a bright fluorescent pink unitard with glowing purple leg warmers. Her cascading river of auburn hair bursts to life, flowing with rhythmic pulses behind her. He desperately lifts an ever weakling arm out towards her, nearly catching a quick glimpse of her playful smile before she spins around again and disappears once more into the darkness…..

…Jacob slowly opens his eyes and lets out a hiss through his dry lips as wave after wave of agony washes over this body, twisting and turning itself in each of the joints that meet between his ever-weakening bones. For countless seconds upon countless seconds he struggles to grasp a clear view of the world around him, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, then opening them once more, but the world continues to pulsate in and out of focus, and blurred images move closer, and then away with sporadic intent. He wearily lifts an arm to shield his eyes, only to catch sight of bright reds dripping from his flesh, which causes a stuttered breath to find itself caught in his chest.

“W-W-W-What i-is happening t-to m-me?” he whispers through desperately clenched teeth, as he grips his own throat with trembling hands, trying to break the breath free.

“You’ve been infected with the virus, and your body is changing as it takes hold, the journey is a hand in hand transition, where the body on one side tries to save itself, while on the other, it condemns itself to a fate worse than death.”

“I-I-Is there a-anything I c-can do to stop it?”

“You can stop fighting it.”

“W-W-Will that s-stop it?”

“No, but it will make it hurt a whole damn less.”….

…“If I’m not real, why are you telling me to go back where I came from? Shouldn’t you just ignore me and hope I go away or something like that?”

“STOP IT!” he screams. “STOP TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO THINK! I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THAT ON MY OWN!”

“I’m not sure you are capable, not as touchy as you are, anyway.”

“Y-Y-You’d be TOO if YOU had the day I’VE HAD!”

“Here you go again, talking to me like I’m someone, and not the figment of your imagination you just told me I was.”

“W-W-What, w-w-what are you talking about?”

“What I’m saying is, what makes you think I don’t know what you’re talking about? I mean, if I am just a figment of YOUR imagination, wouldn’t I be pretty we up to date on everything that’s going on with you?” he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a simple gesture to the floor that lies between them.

“I-I-I, I guess you’re right. I-I, I mean you can’t be REAL, cause t-that’d be just too weird, wouldn’t it?” he says with a long-winded sigh as he drops uneasily to the floor.

“It’d only be weird for you, for me it would just make sense….

…“The only thing those little shits will be useful for down the path, is to bring us undone. Killing them all NOW, removes any possibility of that threat, and it frees us up to move at our own pace, and not the struggling pace of their little FUCKING legs!”

A cascading sea of sweat pours down his brow. “How about one then, c-can I k-keep one?” he stammers nervously.

“They ain’t FUCKING pets Dan, why the hell do y…” he stumbles over his over words as a smile wriggles itself across his lips. “This is all about the pretty one, isn’t it? You’re sweet on them, aren’t you?”

“N-N-No, o-of course it’s not!” he stammers with rose red cheeks.

“BULLSHIT!” he says with pointed finger. “You’re FUCKING sweet on them, and you’re hoping if you save their life, they’ll reciprocate those feelings back!”

“Y-Y-You’re s-so wrong! S-S-SO WRONG!”

“Prove it THEN! Kill the pretty one, and you can have your pick of the rest, or don’t, and we kill them all.” he says with a decisive nod of his head and a playful wink.

“R-R-Really?”

“What, you suddenly don’t wa…” But before Larry can finish, Dan spins around and blows a hole in the girl’s head….

…“A kingdom for your time! Are you for real?” Peter asks with saliva dripping from his dry cracked lips. “Don’t you know that time is not meant to be given, for it is a luxury that none of us have in drove, one in our dreams, where it is swung up as if it is broken.”

“Then you can come find me in HELL!” Henry cries as he spits a mouthful of blood at his brother’s feet. “For I will gladly give you nothing if you cannot spare me the moments I ask, just so I can go to my death knowing that you have no one else to blame but yourself!”

A wave shakes itself across Peter’s swollen lips as they twist into a ruthless looking grin. “What makes you think you are the only teller of tales tall that I need? What cards do you hold that you dare think will make me spare your life?”

He laughs. “I don’t CARE what you think, or don’t! I asked for time, for more days, years even, and for that promise, I would give you more than you needed to know, enough to bring Dwight and his people to their knees. But you back your horse BABY! You make your CHOICES!” he snarls as he grabs the end of Peter’s blade and holds it to his own throat. “MAKE YOUR CHOICE BROTHER! KILL ME IF YOU DARE!”….

…Johnny springs into the air and twists over and over, then spirals downwards, landing in a crouched position, staring coldly into Jericho’s eyes.

“Are you expecting me to give you a standing ovation?”

“No, I expect you to ready yourself for battle.”

“You think you can take me?”

Johnny draws his sword free and trains it upon him. “I THINK nothing, for I KNOW I can!”

Jericho smiles broadly, “I like how big your balls are child, ill placed upon your scrawny frame, but ballsy none the less.”

Johnny chews playfully on his bottom lip as a wry grin slowly paints itself across his lips, before he suddenly throws a desperate sweep out at Jericho legs, trying to knock them from beneath him, but without flair or failure he easily avoids Johnny’s attempted attack, and effortlessly pushes him to the ground.

“Really? Was that all you have?”

“Y-Y-YOU DON’T SCARE ME!” Johnny bellows frantically as he scrambles to his feet again, and holds his sword ahigh once more, reading himself for attack. “N-N-NOW PREPARE FOR B-BATTLE, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO STRIKE YOU DOWN, A-A-AND YOUR DEATH W-WILL BE WITHOUT HONOUR!”

“You forget who it is you have tracked down at the ends of the earth, for my honour was lost to me many moons ago, sold for a flagon of rum and the tender arms of a whore!” he scoffs with twisted lips and a hideous cackle that follows….

…“I don’t care what it is you think you know, I’m here today to tell you it DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! OKAY!” he spits venomously as he drives his fist powerfully into the table before him, sending a wave of cracks across its marble top.

“N-N-Now hold on P-Percy, t-things don’t n-need to g-get heated! M-M-Ma…”

“HEATED IS A FADED AFTERTHOUGHT! I AM BEYOND WHAT MATTERS TO YOU! I AM BEYOND WHAT MATTERS TO THIS ROOM! I AM FOCUSED ON THE WORLD BEYOND THIS ROOM, BEYOND YOUR PATHETIC LIVES! I AM WORRIED ABOUT EXISTENCE IN ITS SIMPLEST FORM! SO HEED YOUR WORDS CENTRED AROUND YOURSELF, AND MOVE PAST THEM, FOR I STRIKE YOU DOWN TODAY MYSELF!” he roars gripping the very air with his hands.

“WHOA! WHOA! Can you take a few steps back, and look through what you just tossed out as fact! We are all well aware of, what is going on!” he says with a large shovel of sarcasm heaped over his words. “But we are also aware of what is not going on, and in that not, is where you fumble the ball with our involvement.”

“F-F-Fumble the ball with YOUR involvement? How the FUCK do I fumble something that is as plain as the eyes on your face Charlie!”….

…The dull hum from the lights faded into the background, although if he pushed his ears to listen specifically for them, they would easily be brought back into the forefront, but for now it had become just another part of the world around him, a world of noises out of his control.

“A planter box, that’s what we can get!” Julian exclaims loudly, with a wide-eyed grin upon his lips.

“A-A-A planter box? Why t-the FUCK would that be the one thing you’d buy if you won all that money?” Stevie asks as he pulls his attention away from the noises around him and over to Julian.

“Because it would be the gift that keeps on giving! A slew of treats grown right here, in my garden, for everyone to enjoy! What’s not to want about that idea?”

“Don’t you mean OUR garden?”

“Does it matter whose garden it is?”

“Well, if you’re going to be making money from it, I believe it does!” he spits back with vivacious gestures of his hands, as if he was part of a dance troop putting on a show for the sailors who had just arrived in port and were looking for a good time.

“Not EVERYTHING is about MONEY!”….

…“So tell me, if you had the chance to fulfill a specific dream related only to you, would you?” Han asks as he skilfully shuffles the deck of cards in his hands.

“WHAT!” he exclaims loudly, while his brow furrows and he squeezes his lips purse. “You think you’re some kind of FUCKING genie now?”

A smile creeps across his lips as he deals the cards onto the faded green felted lining that scruffily clutches the table before them. “A genie I am not, but a dream whisperer, that’s my claim to fame.” he says with a playful wink.

“What the fuck is a dream whisperer?”

“Someone who can get inside your head and bring your dreams to life.”

“BULLSHIT!”

He take several quick and puffs of his cigarillos and smiles broadly as he bites down on its end. “What would I get out of lying my friend? You think I’m trying to rig the game by telling you stories of my magical gift?” he says out of the corner of his mouth as he tosses two cards into the tables centre, while Nick tosses three.

“It crossed my mind.” Nick says nervously as Han deals him three fresh new cards, and he turns all his cards to show two low numbered pair.

“Well let it uncross it, because my gift is true,” Han says as he deals himself two and reveals his cards, showing a full hand of suits in the same dress…

…“You’re painting pictures you can’t see for sake of looking! Why not back off, breathe, and maybe we can see our way onto the other side, together, instead of the cluster we’ve become!” Claudio grunts through clenched teeth.

“And what, you get to be absolved of your crimes? Vicky’s death gets overlooked? Where’s the justice for those who are no longer here to defend themselves? Where’s your punishment?”

“You think just because they’re dead, they’re gone? You think their souls are happily at rest?”

“Don’t treat me like a fool Claudio, your lies are b…”

His words are cut short as Claudio grips him tightly by the arms and pulls him close. “Can you see them, hiding in the corners of my eyes? Can you see how they haunt me!” he hisses as he stares with wide panicked eyes into his.

“STOP BEING A FUCKTARD AND LET ME GO! I’M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR BULLS….” But his words trail off as he seems the reflection of someone moving behind him, but when he turns to face the would be attacker he finds no one there. “W-W-What the f-fuck was t-that?” he stammers through trembling lips as he turns back to Claudio.

“Not what, but WHO!…”.

…“Jaded are we, the slime that grew legs and crawled from the primordial swamp that was our home since we were but soup in the belly of life. Disappointed and disenchanted with that which surrounds us, pushed, and persuaded, hidden as we’re regulated to supporting characters in our own DAMN lives, while those that vilify us take centre stage in the grandest of them all! Yet instead of fighting back, we scurry downward, and let those that do not deserve it, run our day-to-day functions.” he spits through saliva drenched lips, as his eyes look across the room, meeting with each set of eyes that look back at his. “We must rise upward and reclaim who we are! We must take back life, as it is ours and not theirs.” he roars, as the small group stand motionless and silent, only watching as they always do.

A slow clap starts to echo from the back of the hall, and his eyes fall upon a face he knows all too well.

“What a speech! What a vison! How they eat from your hands as if they had no other option.” he says with a wicked grin up on his lips….

…The fire pops and spits softly as the flames lick the tender flesh of the saplings that lie atop the glowing logs, while the rain cascades from the sky, tearing into the muddy land that lie beyond the canvas sail that stretches over the camp site tightly. Joel stirs the coals with a pronged stick and casts a car less glance over towards Susan, dropping a cheeky wink her way, before he turns his attention back to Marx.

“I’ve always found this to be one of the grandest places to visit when I felt I needed to find the inner me that disappears from time to time. The stresses of life in the big city requires sacrifices to be made, and sometimes the cost for those sacrifices are more than the old head space can handle, so I pack a few things and head north, back to the place I call my true home, back here,” he says as the flames of the fire cast his smile into a distorted grimace.

“W-W-We didn’t m-mean t-to k…”

He holds up a hand in protest, and chews on his bottom lip roughly. “No one means to do such things as this, but it doesn’t stop these things from happening. It’s how we handle ourselves when we are faced with it, that is where our true selves come out to play.”

“B-B-Bu..”

“There are no BUTS here today, there are only actions to counter actions…..”

…“You see,” Tommy says as he lets out an over extended breath, waving the pistol around as if he were instructing an orchestra. “Me and you are completely different people, and before you start saying shit about how that ain’t true, how we are almost identical on a cellular level, I’ll facilitate the meaning of what I am trying to say.” he says as he thrust a foot on the seat before him and leans in close to the nervous doppelganger that sits before him.

“Life makes us different, with each event shaping us in ways no one can replicate. You, you had the shelter of a loving family unit, while I spent years popping from one home to the next. We are different in every fundamental way, except for our birthing.”

“B-But the p-passenger, y-you said h-he’s bee..”

“THE PASSENGER IS AN LIE YOU DICK HEAD! WE DON’T SHARE SOME MYTHICAL OTHERWORLDLY CREATURE INTENT ON TAKING OVER EVERY REALITY USING US AS A GATEWAY!”

“B-B-But the realities, y-you showed me the c-carnage it had done, t-the damage it h-had done. T-That couldn’t have a-all been a lie.”

“Nah,” he scoffs with a casual wave of his hand. “That all really happened, it was you….”