Scratch

I wrote this one. I think it's a bit scary, but I wish I could have written it better.

Friends Forever

Hello friend...

My dead best friend is trying to kill me.

Don't look at me like that. I'm serious.

Let me guess. You're expecting some sort of "BELIEVE ME OH YEAH THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED" story that takes about half the page. No. You have to just trust me on this one.

Beth was in a car accident... while I was driving the car. I was just messing around when I jerked the car to freak her out... I didn't know the seatbelt was broken...

A few day ago, I was just about to get bed when I heard someone in the kitchen. Normally, I'd just shrug it off, but since Beth was my roomate... you understand. I walked over to the kitchen, and looked inside really quick. Then I just... blacked out? I assume so, because I don't remember anything.

When I woke up, I was standing on a stool, neuce around my neck. I was so scared I didn't even move, but I took a look around me. I was in my backyard, and no one was there.

I took the neuce off, and I was careful not to tip the stool or pull it too hard.

I called the police. They investigated my house, but found nothing. They recommended me to a therapist. Am I insane? I don't even know anymore... the guilt is killing me...unless it's just Beth...

samid11 wrote:

Hypnos lullabye

Come little children, come with me
Safe and happy, you will be
Away from home, now let us run
With Hypno, you'll have so much fun


Oh, little children, please don't cry
Hypno wouldn't hurt a fly
Be free to frolic, be free to play
Come with me to my cave to stay


Oh, little children, please don't squirm
These ropes, I know, will hold you firm
Now look to me, the pendant calls
Back and forth, your eyelids fall


Oh, little children, you cannot leave
For you, your families will grieve
Minds unravelling at the seams
Allowing me to haunt their dreams


Do not wail and do not weep
It's time for you to go to sleep
Little children, you were not clever
Now you'll stay with me forever

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Animeboy975 wrote:

bump

PMUB

Wickimen wrote:

Plastic Mari
    This house is unfamiliar. I wander through it, examining the place. It’s not huge, but it’s bigger than home was. The wood floor has been worn down by generations of feet, the doors cave in a bit, the locks are the kind you slide in. This house is old. Mom says it’s “antique”. I don’t like it that much, but what can I do? As long as my room is far, far away from Becky’s and Basil’s, I’ll live. I begged Mom for weeks and so I sort of got my wish… they don’t have the rooms nearest to me, but unfortunately,  they’re just across the hall. “Brant, did you find your room?” Mom calls from downstairs.
    I catch sight of one of Mom’s bright pink Post-it notes on one of the old wood doors. Brant’s Room, it says in green sharpie. “Yeah!” I yell back. My hand goes to the doorknob. It’s never been replaced and it jiggles in my hand like it might break off at any moment. I go in.
    The room is pretty okay. It’s just as old as the rest of the place. The green wallpaper has faded so much it looks almost yellowish-white. I will need to get it torn down and have the walls painted black or something that will make this more… modern-looking. The bed, at least, has been replaced by a new one, and on the wall is a painting of a farmhouse. Before I can look around much more, I am interrupted.
    “Brant, Brant,” says Basil, tumbling in alongside Becky. They’re both grinning and red-faced from running around. They’re six, half my age, and have blond hair, blue eyes and freckles, like me. But we’re nothing alike. For one thing, they drive me crazy.
    “What? Can’t you see this is my room?” I jab the at the pink Post-it.
    “Uh huh,” says Becky, flipping back her butter-colored pigtails. “We already saw our room, silly. We just came to see yours.” She gazes around.
    “I want to jump on the bed,” Basil declares.
    “It’s my bed!” I say, frustrated. “Go jump on your own. You’re not allowed to anyway.”
    “I know,” sighs Basil. He flops onto my bed, making me groan inwardly.
    Folding my arms, I say, “You should’ve knocked. And I don’t want you in my room, guys…” But they aren’t listening. Becky is examining the painting on my wall.
    “It’s a farmhouse!” she exclaims, looking as though this is the smartest observation in the world, and she deserves a cookie or something.
    “I know it is.”
    Basil looks at it. “Paintings are boring. Let’s go watch TV.”
    “No-o-o. Look, there’s a girl in the farmhouse!” Becky leans in close. “Ooh, look. She has curly black hair and she’s wearing and old dress. See, Brant?” she asks.
    I roll my eyes. “I would’ve if you hadn’t run in. Get out.”
    “Don’t you see her? She’s right here—”
    Before I can snap, “Don’t touch it”, Becky pokes the canvas. Oh great, is my first thought, she’ll probably poke a hole right through it. Then I see the look of surprise and horror flash on Becky’s face before… she disappears.
    I gape at the spot where Becky was. “What the—”
    Then Basil starts crying.
    “Basil—don’t—” I’m kind of in shock. Where did Becky go? I stare around the room, expecting her to be hiding and giggling under the bed. Something like that. But she’s not there. I even check in the closet, even though there’s no way she could’ve hidden in there so fast. “Not funny Becky…” I say under my breath, trying not to panic.
    “Brant, look!” Basil sniffles. He points at the painting.
    I stride over, push him out of the way, and stare it over. There’s the girl with curly black hair, just like Becky said. And then next to her is a smaller girl with blonde braids. It’s Becky. Before I can stop him, Basil reaches out and touches the farmhouse painting.
    He’s gone.
    “No!” I stare in awe at the painting. Sure enough, there’s Basil in the painting. He is lying in the grass. But he doesn’t move or anything… he is simply a few smears of paint, no more and no less. I cannot completely believe my eyes. My brother and sister, there in paint.
    And in my room, I can’t help thinking through my disbelief.
    But still, I have to save them… somehow. My hand stretches toward the painting.
    What if, says the nasty part in my brain, what if, when you go in, you can’t move in there either? You’ll just be a motionless little dab of acrylic paint.
    I know, but I have to, I answer myself. And without giving myself time to think about the consequences, I take a deep breath and… touch the painting.
    It’s the strangest feeling. You know, getting sucked out of your world into a painting. My feet left the floor, everything was blank and nothing for a moment. And then I was in the grass of the painting. It was a paint version of grass, just the right size and shape, but… different, without the tiny features of life. There were no tiny veins in the grass, no brown spots or ragged edges… just the perfection of acrylic paints. Even in my awe, I begin to feel scared.
    “Brant, you’re here!” says an oh-so-familiar voice.
    When I look up, it’s Basil. Paint Basil. He is so different. The right shades of pink, freckles sprinkled on in a light shade of brown, blonde-and-gold painted hair. Everything is smooth and… creepily paint-like. He doesn’t look real.
    It occurs to me I must look the same way.
    “This is amazing.” Basil looks around happily.
    “Not amazing. Not amazing. We have to leave,” I croak. I look around, staring up at the brilliant blue sky, which is sunny, somehow, without a sun. It looks to go on forever with no clouds, even though I know it must end. Somewhere, it is cut off by a simple wooden frame. “Basil, let’s go.”
    “Why?” he says. And then, “How?”
    Good question. I don’t know.
    “Brant, Basil,” calls a cheerful voice, and then Becky has come up to us. I try not to think how like the Paint Basil she is. Paint Becky. Paint Brant…
    And alongside her, a girl. Paint Girl with black curly hair.
    To see her, for real, is very surreal. She looks more alive… yet not as real. Her curly black hair really shines, and her eyes are wide and gray, and her face is tinged pink, just enough. She wears a flawless dress with no wrinkles. It looks so unnatural, just like everything here. At the moment, this includes us. This girl looks like a plastic doll.
    “Hello!” she says in a happy but unreadable voice. “You must be Becky’s brothers. She was so upset at first, of course, but then you came… how wonderful!”
    “Wonderful!” I almost scream it. “We gotta get out of here. Becky, Basil, let’s go.” I don’t know what I’m thinking. Maybe if we keep walking, past where the frame would end, we’ll go back. But there is no visible frame. Everything is as large as real life with no visible boundary.
    “We don’t want to,” says my bratty little sister. “It’s fun right here.”
    Plastic Doll laughs, a perfect musical laugh that really scares me. “I’m Mari, Brant,” she introduces herself. “There’s nothing wrong with staying here really.”
    “What do you eat?” I blurt out, looking around at this empty place. I think I know the answer before Plastic Mari answers.
    “Silly!” says Plastic Mari in her perfect voice. “You don’t need to eat here… I’ve been here so very long. Nothing is needed to be here. You never change. I’ve been here forever. I was painted here. I am still nine years old.”
    It sounds horrible to me. Judging by the kind of dress she is wearing, she’s about as old as our house. But she’s still three years younger than I am somehow.
    “We gotta go,” I say shakily.
    Plastic Mari shakes her head sympathetically, black curls brushing her face. “I know… I know you want to… but in order for that to happen—” Something unpleasant enters her voice, and just before she tells me, what, exactly, needs to happen, Becky and Basil interrupt.
    “We found a butterfly!” shrieks Becky. “It’s orange!”
    “It’s a monarch butterfly, I think!” Basil says loudly, grinning. “It’s got black dots.”
    I open my mouth furiously, but Plastic Mari doesn’t give me a chance to speak. “How amusing,” she says. “The painter must have put it there. I see it quite often. Only one.”
    The butterfly has been there always? I think skeptically, before realizing that this butterfly must have to stay here forever: it has the same deal as Plastic Mari. As me and Basil and Becky too, I realize, and my mind goes a little cold.
    Plastic Mari says suddenly, “Why don’t we go in the farmhouse, then. It’s quite nice in there.”
    In the farmhouse! I hadn’t thought of that. Despite my horror, I feel a bit curious, so I follow Plastic Mari, Becky and Basil inside. It looks almost… almost like a real farmhouse. I wish it was real. But it doesn’t look exactly real, not quite. The pile of hay looks like one big patch of sponged goldenrod paint until Plastic Mari reaches inside of it and a few strands fall off. Then she draws the thing out of the hay. It’s a rake.
    “What…” I start to say nervously, but again I am interrupted. Plastic Mari slashes out with the rake towards the twins, who scream in unison.
    “No!” I shout. “Are you out of your mind?!”
    Plastic Mari turns to me, brandishing the rake, as Becky and Basil shrink against the wall, looking scared. “You don’t get it,” she says, and pins me to the wall with the rake. The whole thing is so scary and ridiculous: a little nine-year-old girl with a permanently pink face, pinning me to the wall with a rake.
    The forked end pricks into my arm, and I move my arm instinctively as it makes a painful cut. “OUCH!” I yell aloud as the sharp part drags on my skin. It hurts, but it feels like real blood… which is somewhat comforting in this painted place. “What don’t I get?!” I demand, recovering myself.
    “You didn’t notice the other painting, did you?” asks Plastic Mari sweetly. As soon as she says it, I do notice it… it’s a painting of my bedroom. My mouth falls open.
    “Yeah, I know,” continues Plastic Mari. “Doesn’t it seem awfully convenient? But it isn’t really… because here’s the thing.” The rake digs deeper in my arm, and I wince. “There needs to be an exchange.”
    My eyes open wide. I close them, trying not to concentrate on my stinging cuts and show how terrified I am to this creepy painted girl. “Exchange? But… you…”
    “I was not painted here,” admits Plastic Mari. “I used to have your room, until I got stuck in this painting. But I don’t want to be here, not anymore. So I’m exchanging one of you.”
    “Couldn’t have killed the butterfly, then?” I say, before I can stop myself.
    “They have to be human. It’s not been easy…” Plastic Mari says, now just trying to draw it out for me. “If I had gotten to the painting of my room quickly enough, within that first hour, then I would never have been trapped here… but I didn’t think to try… until it was too late— and now—” The rake cuts deeply into my shoulder.
    Three things happen at once. Basil and Becky leap to the painting to escape; I fling aside the rake, taking Plastic Mari by surprise; Mari screams “No!” as I jump toward the painting—
    When we arrive back in my bedroom, feeling shaky (but looking like our normal selves), I notice two things. One is actually okay—I have no cuts on my arm, just red paint. The second thing is creepier. In the farmhouse painting, the girl with curly black hair has her hands pressed to the canvas, her eyes opened wide and staring. I cannot trade rooms after all the begging I put Mom through to get this one, and when I try to get the painting off, it refuses to budge, somehow. And I know no one will believe my story, so the painting and room arrangements stay.
    Plastic Mari is watching me.

I don't get scared by scary stories, but that one's pretty good.

trekkie2000 wrote:

I fell asleep in class once. I woke up with my head on my desk, my teacher yelling at me. It was pretty gross, because he kept sniffing like he was sick, and his head was 2 feet from my face. Class continued, but I remained puzzled. Why had I fallen asleep? Later, while leaving Social Studies and heading eagerly to Drama, the world spun around me and I heard a distant rumble. I woke up with my teacher staring at me, wide eyed with worry.
"You'd better head to the nurse, Jack (Not real name) I've never known you to fall asleep before. I think you might be coming down with that flu that's been going around. It's true, it had been flu season, and a couple of my friends had it. Mr. Stanley (Not real name) must have had it too. Maybe thats why he was sniffling. But fainting spells? That wasn't like the other symptoms. Obediently I headed to the nurse. When I arrived, she inspected me carefully, asked me a few questions, then opened her desk.
"I'm afraid you have a bug." She said to me.
"Ok, Mr. Stanley said it was possible. Should I call home and ask my mom to pick me up?"
The nurse turned around, eyes glowing red.
"What the-" I choked out, eyes opening wide in shock. I jumped back.
"I'm afraid not. The bug is in your brain." Her voice changed to a male voice, echoey and distant. "We'll have to cut it out." I screamed and bolted away, the nurse suddenly producing a scalpel from her desk. She swung wildly at me. I dove to the side, burning my leg on the floor and knocking over a trash can. Blood spilled from it, sticky warm and wet. The nurse made another lunge. Desperately racking my brains for the Tae Kwon Do lessons my father had signed me up for against my will, I dodged to the side, grabbed her knife arm, and made a quick move. My stomach lurched as her arm broke. She didn't cry out, didn't yell, just pushed me away and switched hands. She made another lunge and suddenly I felt my body moving. It was scary. I felt powerful, but blind. An indigo haze clouded my vision, then flashed red as I heard an uncomfortable noise that made me want to throw up. My vision cleared. The nurse was on the floor, the scalpel in her gut.
"Oh my god..." I whispered, backing away. She wasn't dead. She growled and staggered as she stood up, wrenching the knife from her body.
I ran.
I ran faster than I'd ever run before. Out of the nurses' office, out of the main office, through the halls and out the door with a massive headache, trailed by an insane nurse. She had tried to kill me, KILL me! I didn't even know why. and the worst part, she should have died, I stabbed her. I didn't have time to think about that.

well what about the brain-bug?

trekkie2000 wrote:

I fell asleep in class once. I woke up with my head on my desk, my teacher yelling at me. It was pretty gross, because he kept sniffing like he was sick, and his head was 2 feet from my face. Class continued, but I remained puzzled. Why had I fallen asleep? Later, while leaving Social Studies and heading eagerly to Drama, the world spun around me and I heard a distant rumble. I woke up with my teacher staring at me, wide eyed with worry.
"You'd better head to the nurse, Jack (Not real name) I've never known you to fall asleep before. I think you might be coming down with that flu that's been going around. It's true, it had been flu season, and a couple of my friends had it. Mr. Stanley (Not real name) must have had it too. Maybe thats why he was sniffling. But fainting spells? That wasn't like the other symptoms. Obediently I headed to the nurse. When I arrived, she inspected me carefully, asked me a few questions, then opened her desk.
"I'm afraid you have a bug." She said to me.
"Ok, Mr. Stanley said it was possible. Should I call home and ask my mom to pick me up?"
The nurse turned around, eyes glowing red.
"What the-" I choked out, eyes opening wide in shock. I jumped back.
"I'm afraid not. The bug is in your brain." Her voice changed to a male voice, echoey and distant. "We'll have to cut it out." I screamed and bolted away, the nurse suddenly producing a scalpel from her desk. She swung wildly at me. I dove to the side, burning my leg on the floor and knocking over a trash can. Blood spilled from it, sticky warm and wet. The nurse made another lunge. Desperately racking my brains for the Tae Kwon Do lessons my father had signed me up for against my will, I dodged to the side, grabbed her knife arm, and made a quick move. My stomach lurched as her arm broke. She didn't cry out, didn't yell, just pushed me away and switched hands. She made another lunge and suddenly I felt my body moving. It was scary. I felt powerful, but blind. An indigo haze clouded my vision, then flashed red as I heard an uncomfortable noise that made me want to throw up. My vision cleared. The nurse was on the floor, the scalpel in her gut.
"Oh my god..." I whispered, backing away. She wasn't dead. She growled and staggered as she stood up, wrenching the knife from her body.
I ran.
I ran faster than I'd ever run before. Out of the nurses' office, out of the main office, through the halls and out the door with a massive headache, trailed by an insane nurse. She had tried to kill me, KILL me! I didn't even know why. and the worst part, she should have died, I stabbed her. I didn't have time to think about that. When I arrived home, my parents weren't there. I heard knocking. The nurse cried
"Come on out Jack, I can get rid of the bug. Just stand still." The house rumbled and I heard gunshots. After that it was a blur. I remember being dragged out of the house, past the crumpled body of the nurse, into a car. I heard an explosion, and turned around.
My house was gone. I saw a huge, gigantic shape, like a snake, jutting out of the ground as my house collapsed around it. I didn't get a good look, because at that moment the car turned a corner and pulled to a halt. The driver turned around. My heart stopped. It was me!
"Who are you?" The doppelganger spoke.
"Me? I'm an illusion. I'm not important. It's you, Jack, that is important."
"Sorry, what?"
"You are the Caster.  You can stop the Plague.
"The Plague?"
"As far as we can tell, the only symptom is nasal congestion. But if you get too close to a normal person, then you can smell them, and you have the incredible urge to bite them. It also gives you superhuman strength."
"Like the nurse?"
"Exactly."
"So what was that about me being the Ca-"
"Shh..." he paused, and listened. "We have to go"
After that we sorta ran from zombies for a few hours. Then the ground shook again.
"What is that?" I asked.
"You've felt it more than once?" The Jack clone asked, pale faced.
"3 times" I replied.
"Oh God, It's caught your scent."
"My... scent?"
I didn't have the chance to inquire more. The ground shook, harder this time, then the ground exploded. I mean it was rent apart instantly in a massive, furious shock wave. A huge worm burst out. It smelled like death. I remember once my cat died and we couldn't find her and when we did she smelled like that. It curved in an arc towards me and I saw that its mouth was stuffed with dozens of rows of silvery razor sharp teeth. I screamed like an 8 year old girl and dove behind the car, which was shredded as the creature rammed into it.  Meanwhile Jack clone was fiddling around in his backpack. He drew out a stick of dynomite.
"Where did you get that?!" I exclaimed. He set the timer and bared his teeth. The worm charged at him.
"What are you doing?" I screamed.
"Jack!" He shouted, his voice distant. "Almost done!" It wasn't his voice.
"Almost wh-"
The worm ate him. There was a wrenching scream from the worm and a huge fiery blast as the worm was rendered asunder. In its place was a white space. I couldn't see past it but it seemed to be two dimensional. Then all of a sudden pieces of the area around me peeled off and floated up into the sky, which was now completely white. There was more rumbling but it wasn't frightening, it felt... benevolent.  Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up into the sky and
everything
turned
white
"Jack."
"Jack"
"Jack! Oh my god he's awake! And I was. My mother and some men in white coats were standing over me. Suddenly it all came flooding back, and the more my mother explained, the more sense it made. I had passed out in Social studies, and wouldn't wake up. When I was rushed to the nurse, and then the hospital, it was found that I had a giant cancerous brain tumour. The doctors were working on  him and were almost done when suddenly the tumour disintegrated, as if it had been blown up!
"You are a very lucky boy." the doctor said. And I was. I really was.
Then I woke up in my normal bed and went to school. I was terrified in Social Studies but nothing happened.


True story. I really did have a dream about this!

THAT. WAS. *AMAZING.* You could totally turn this into an awesome book! Just kind of work on the dream part and expand it, you know? youre a really good writer! The story wasnt all that scary, just more of a... mysterious/paranormal mix. I quite liked it! You should write some more!

samurai768 wrote:

I wrote this one. I think it's a bit scary, but I wish I could have written it better.

Friends Forever

Hello friend...

My dead best friend is trying to kill me.

Don't look at me like that. I'm serious.

Let me guess. You're expecting some sort of "BELIEVE ME OH YEAH THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED" story that takes about half the page. No. You have to just trust me on this one.

Beth was in a car accident... while I was driving the car. I was just messing around when I jerked the car to freak her out... I didn't know the seatbelt was broken...

A few day ago, I was just about to get bed when I heard someone in the kitchen. Normally, I'd just shrug it off, but since Beth was my roomate... you understand. I walked over to the kitchen, and looked inside really quick. Then I just... blacked out? I assume so, because I don't remember anything.

When I woke up, I was standing on a stool, neuce around my neck. I was so scared I didn't even move, but I took a look around me. I was in my backyard, and no one was there.

I took the neuce off, and I was careful not to tip the stool or pull it too hard.

I called the police. They investigated my house, but found nothing. They recommended me to a therapist. Am I insane? I don't even know anymore... the guilt is killing me...unless it's just Beth...

Last edited by samurai768 (2011-09-10 12:28:57)

And concerning my above post, yeah, I'm messed up

trekkie2000 wrote:

infinite_minus_zero wrote:

trekkie2000 wrote:

I fell asleep in class once. I woke up with my head on my desk, my teacher yelling at me. It was pretty gross, because he kept sniffing like he was sick, and his head was 2 feet from my face. Class continued, but I remained puzzled. Why had I fallen asleep? Later, while leaving Social Studies and heading eagerly to Drama, the world spun around me and I heard a distant rumble. I woke up with my teacher staring at me, wide eyed with worry.
"You'd better head to the nurse, Jack (Not real name) I've never known you to fall asleep before. I think you might be coming down with that flu that's been going around. It's true, it had been flu season, and a couple of my friends had it. Mr. Stanley (Not real name) must have had it too. Maybe thats why he was sniffling. But fainting spells? That wasn't like the other symptoms. Obediently I headed to the nurse. When I arrived, she inspected me carefully, asked me a few questions, then opened her desk.
"I'm afraid you have a bug." She said to me.
"Ok, Mr. Stanley said it was possible. Should I call home and ask my mom to pick me up?"
The nurse turned around, eyes glowing red.
"What the-" I choked out, eyes opening wide in shock. I jumped back.
"I'm afraid not. The bug is in your brain." Her voice changed to a male voice, echoey and distant. "We'll have to cut it out." I screamed and bolted away, the nurse suddenly producing a scalpel from her desk. She swung wildly at me. I dove to the side, burning my leg on the floor and knocking over a trash can. Blood spilled from it, sticky warm and wet. The nurse made another lunge. Desperately racking my brains for the Tae Kwon Do lessons my father had signed me up for against my will, I dodged to the side, grabbed her knife arm, and made a quick move. My stomach lurched as her arm broke. She didn't cry out, didn't yell, just pushed me away and switched hands. She made another lunge and suddenly I felt my body moving. It was scary. I felt powerful, but blind. An indigo haze clouded my vision, then flashed red as I heard an uncomfortable noise that made me want to throw up. My vision cleared. The nurse was on the floor, the scalpel in her gut.
"Oh my god..." I whispered, backing away. She wasn't dead. She growled and staggered as she stood up, wrenching the knife from her body.
I ran.
I ran faster than I'd ever run before. Out of the nurses' office, out of the main office, through the halls and out the door with a massive headache, trailed by an insane nurse. She had tried to kill me, KILL me! I didn't even know why. and the worst part, she should have died, I stabbed her. I didn't have time to think about that. When I arrived home, my parents weren't there. I heard knocking. The nurse cried
"Come on out Jack, I can get rid of the bug. Just stand still." The house rumbled and I heard gunshots. After that it was a blur. I remember being dragged out of the house, past the crumpled body of the nurse, into a car. I heard an explosion, and turned around.
My house was gone. I saw a huge, gigantic shape, like a snake, jutting out of the ground as my house collapsed around it. I didn't get a good look, because at that moment the car turned a corner and pulled to a halt. The driver turned around. My heart stopped. It was me!
"Who are you?" The doppelganger spoke.
"Me? I'm an illusion. I'm not important. It's you, Jack, that is important."
"Sorry, what?"
"You are the Caster.  You can stop the Plague.
"The Plague?"
"As far as we can tell, the only symptom is nasal congestion. But if you get too close to a normal person, then you can smell them, and you have the incredible urge to bite them. It also gives you superhuman strength."
"Like the nurse?"
"Exactly."
"So what was that about me being the Ca-"
"Shh..." he paused, and listened. "We have to go"
After that we sorta ran from zombies for a few hours. Then the ground shook again.
"What is that?" I asked.
"You've felt it more than once?" The Jack clone asked, pale faced.
"3 times" I replied.
"Oh God, It's caught your scent."
"My... scent?"
I didn't have the chance to inquire more. The ground shook, harder this time, then the ground exploded. I mean it was rent apart instantly in a massive, furious shock wave. A huge worm burst out. It smelled like death. I remember once my cat died and we couldn't find her and when we did she smelled like that. It curved in an arc towards me and I saw that its mouth was stuffed with dozens of rows of silvery razor sharp teeth. I screamed like an 8 year old girl and dove behind the car, which was shredded as the creature rammed into it.  Meanwhile Jack clone was fiddling around in his backpack. He drew out a stick of dynomite.
"Where did you get that?!" I exclaimed. He set the timer and bared his teeth. The worm charged at him.
"What are you doing?" I screamed.
"Jack!" He shouted, his voice distant. "Almost done!" It wasn't his voice.
"Almost wh-"
The worm ate him. There was a wrenching scream from the worm and a huge fiery blast as the worm was rendered asunder. In its place was a white space. I couldn't see past it but it seemed to be two dimensional. Then all of a sudden pieces of the area around me peeled off and floated up into the sky, which was now completely white. There was more rumbling but it wasn't frightening, it felt... benevolent.  Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up into the sky and
everything
turned
white
"Jack."
"Jack"
"Jack! Oh my god he's awake! And I was. My mother and some men in white coats were standing over me. Suddenly it all came flooding back, and the more my mother explained, the more sense it made. I had passed out in Social studies, and wouldn't wake up. When I was rushed to the nurse, and then the hospital, it was found that I had a giant cancerous brain tumour. The doctors were working on  him and were almost done when suddenly the tumour disintegrated, as if it had been blown up!
"You are a very lucky boy." the doctor said. And I was. I really was.
Then I woke up in my normal bed and went to school. I was terrified in Social Studies but nothing happened.


True story. I really did have a dream about this!

THAT. WAS. *AMAZING.* You could totally turn this into an awesome book! Just kind of work on the dream part and expand it, you know? youre a really good writer! The story wasnt all that scary, just more of a... mysterious/paranormal mix. I quite liked it! You should write some more!

Thanks, I actually am turning into a book. It was a lot more complex but I didn't want to make it too long. I'm getting a bit paranoid, because I keep having these inception type dreams about brain tumours. Maybe one is developing in me and affecting my subconscious O.o

Here, let me remove it.....

[creepy face]

Animeboy975 wrote:

Animeboy975 wrote:

CP Creepypasta (KRON):

I kept a recording of a really old party on club penguin. It was in the basement because it was one of my worst recordings. I don't know why,but i had the urge to watch it agian. I headed down to the basement, and looked in the recording section. I found it, but it had the word "KRON" written on it. I never remembered writing "KRON" on that capture, but i decided to watch it anyways. I plugged it into my computer, and watched it. Everything was normal until i arrived in the Forest where it was being built,A black shadow showed up. Instantly, my TV turned on, showing the black shadow. I rushed over to the sofa too se what was wrong, and i tried to use the remote to see it wasn't working and the batteries weren't out. I put the remote to the side, and grabbed my video game controller. I pushed up on the thing and the tv froze. It was on the computer. I kept walking until the screen strangeled at me saying  KRON WILL COME. Than right at the moment,this mechanical machine came and said I AM WATCHING YOU. Than, i dissepeared, with the KRON tape lying there.

What do you think?

I think the phrase 'mechanical machine' is a bit redundant, like an 'orange orange'. 

First Creepypasta! Wish me luck...

   "Get out of the car, dear. You can play that game later." Mother snapped as she slammed the car door. She walked over the the fence, slid the clamp over the pole which suported it, and walked onto the concrete.
    I looked at her in anger and opened the car door. My DS in my left hand, my pen in my right, I manuvered my legs through the door. My body followed.
    I had just went to Gamestop to get Pokemon Ranger, a game I had wanted for a long time. Just starting the game made me feel happier. Why would mom make me turn it off?
    Mother sighed and walked up the the cream-colored door that led into our house.
     I closed the car door and made sure it was locked before I walked over to the fence.
     Our family put that fence around our property to make sure our neighbor's vicious dogs won't attack us if they got lose.
     I opened the fence and walked over to the door. My mother had put the key in, and was struggling to pull it out. After 15 seconds, she managed to yank it out. She clasped the doornob, turned it to the right, and pushed. The door flew backwards. I immeditaly ran into the kitchen, past the rest of my family at the table, and flew into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it.
    I can finally play this game! A ranger!, I thought with acomplishment. I jumped into my bed and continued the game. I was at the point when you catch Pulse, I had chosen girl, well, because I was a girl, of course.
    The wild Pulse Appeared!, the screen read. I smiled and began my capture. The pulse manuvered to the left. I placed my pen on the screen and began to loop the Pulse. I was a natural in no time.
     Pulse was captured!, the text appeared.
     Yes, I whispered.
     I skipped all the Pokedex entry, EXP. points stuff before coming back to  Fall City.

     But it wasn't Fall City.

      The screen was all black on the Touch Screen, The top had multicolored pixels scattered all around the screen. I was in a cold sweat.
       On the bottom screen, I saw myself come out of the darkness and look around for
a moment. The sprite looked at me, a question mark popped above her head.
       Then I saw Pulse come to the left of me. Something was wrong with it. It's tail had been cut, leaving a minus mark. Blood dripped from the wound. It's ears were cut and sliced in different places, they hung low against her face.
        It's body was the worst. Bruses and cut and more injuries were placed all on her body. On her head her eyes had been scratched over, preferably with tiny claws.
         I flinched at the sight of the Pokemon. One question arose,
         Why?
          The Pulse jumped around me, it's call repeating with every leap. My spite just stood there, looking forwad as if nothing happened.
           Pulse seems to like you!, text appeared.
            I laided there, horrorstruck. "But...what happened..?"
           Pulse is hurt. It seems as if it needs something., another bunch of text appeared.
            "But what happened!?" I said louder.
           Pulse doesn't like you anymore. You caught her.
            Now I was utterly confused.


Reply if you like~ I'll  finish it~

I made up an epic story with nukes and stuff and it was BEAUTIFUL

Then I forgot it :C
Now that's both heart rending AND scary!

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