I used to suffer from schizophrenia, now before you all start thinking that I'm some sort of seed of evil, who is ready to whisk your child away and mail you parts of their body to you. I'm not that kind of crazy.
Sure, sometimes I hear voices and see things that no one else has the ability to gather with their senses. But unluckily, I do. At nights especially. You ever hear those stories about a person being caught sneaking around a stranger's night and how terrifying that sounds. Good, now imagine that every night with a new person and voice, so it's impossible to predict what's going to happen. Or how about blaring music to ignore the voices echoing through your head, wishing you dead or at least, threatening to take control of your body to maim you. Only for the music to end and you hear someone whispering your name into your ear, just for a second until the next track to play, but long enough for you to wonder if that actually happened or not. But guess what. I figured out a cure for schizophrenia, or psychosis, as those quacks love to refer to it as. You don't have to worry about seeing or hearing anything if you don't have those senses anymore. Now all you need to do to solve this problem is to grab the largest knife and the sharpest knife out of the drawer, probably the ones you use to cut up those vegetables that you never eat. Have you found it? Good. Now take the sharp blade part of it and place it into your ear, pointed right towards your ear canal. Then when you're ready, push with all of your might and you're done! Sure, this may cause massive pain and may involve the blade getting stuck, but after a few quick shakes, I'm sure it'll be loose enough for you to pull it out. Fine, it will also be quite bloody, but just pretend those beads of blood pouring out of your ear are sweat and move on to the next step. Now grab the nearest paper towel or tissue to wipe the blood, earwax, and possible brain matter off of your knife. The last thing you want is an ear infection. Then do the same thing with your other ear. Now, this is going to be a bit more difficult than the last one because with one of your ears dead, your sense of balance is going to be thrown off for the foreseeable future. Have you done all that and not passed out from blood loss yet? Great! Now throw that knife away and grab that sharp knife I recommended you to get at the beginning. Do you have it in your hand? Alright, two quick recommendations before you continue - if you have glasses, you probably should take those off and make sure to finish reading the rest of the instructions before starting. Take that new knife and point it towards your eyeball and quickly, before the warning bells in your brain go off, thrust that knife into it. And keep going until you can feel the tip of the blade scraping against the back of your eye. Now I seriously recommend you do this AFTER your ears because you won't have to worry about hearing that hideous squelching sound coming from your eye socket. Then just like last time, wipe off the knife, as best as you can with one eye anyway. And into the other eye, it goes! Now if you've done this completely right, you should no longer be able to hear those voices or see those people any longer. Congratulations! You're fixed! Now that you no longer have to worry about seeing or hearing those people, then there's one final step. Accept your fate.
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Late one night, I was talking to Bryan, my boyfriend, over the phone. We were just talking about the typical things that we’d talk about, like the movie that we had gone to see in the theatre and when we would be able to see each other again. Continuing my habit of walking back and forth as I talked on the phone, I was next to one of the vents that led to the basement and as I stood there for a second, I heard a sound coming from down there. Something that sounded like a ton of items had just been thrown on the ground. I leaped back, making sure to keep the vent and myself far away from each other. “What the fuck was that?” I yelled, completely shaken and almost leaped out of my skin when I heard a voice coming from beside me as I had almost forgotten that I was still holding the phone to my ear. “What was what?” asked Bryan worriedly, as he had no clue what was going on since he was not able to hear the noise that came from the vent. After composing myself for a second, I explained to him what had just happened. He was extremely worried about what could have made the sound, but that worry quickly changed to anger after I told him that I was going to head downstairs to find out what caused it. “What? Are you crazy?” he yelled, “You don’t know what’s down there, it could be anything!” Even though I knew he was right, I needed to see what was going on, to satisfy my curiosity and to make it easier to sleep at night. “I’m not crazy,” I told him, “I just need to know what’s down there, besides it’s probably just the wind.” Bryan sighed, he knew that when I was like this, there’s no talking me out of it, I’ll do it no matter what. “Fine, but please just be careful.” “Of course, I’ll be careful.” I replied, “When am I not careful?” I heard him mutter something, probably some sort of snarky comment, but by that time, I had already put the phone and began to head towards the basement door. Once I got to the door, I unlocked it and opened the door as I turned the light on. At first, everything seemed completely normal and I was about to completely close the door when my eyes caught the shadow of something zip along the wall. I quickly opened the door, when I saw what looked like a humanoid figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly staring at one of the steps. It moved its head up and when it noticed me, it started charging up the stairs, running so fast that it looked like it was gliding. I stood at the top of the stairs with the door in hand, completely shocked at what was happening. Unsure of what to do, I waited until it made it to the final step and then I grabbed the thing’s neck and I began squeezing. The thing began flailing its arms and moving its head around to escape from my grasp, but I continued choking it until I heard a loud ‘crack’ come from it and I felt it go limp in my hands. I stared at the body in my hands for a few seconds and I laid the body on the ground. I ran over to the phone that Bryan was still on, unsure of what I was going to do now. -- I was sitting on my bed, staring at the window while I waited for David to get back on the line to tell me that everything was alright. I had almost convinced myself to drive over to his house when I heard deep breathing come from over the phone. “David? Is that you?” I answered, “Are you okay?” “No, no, I’m not.” came the shaken reply, “I-I think I just killed someone.” “What?” I yelled, “Are you serious? Cause if this is one of your jokes, it isn’t funny!” “I’m not joking, I swear!” he said, sounding like he was on the brink of tears, “I killed someone in self-defense and the body is-“ “David?” I yelled into the receiver, “David, what’s going on?” “OH MY GOD!” David yelled over the phone, “THE BODY – IT’S GETTING BACK UP! BRYAN, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO-“ Suddenly, there were screams and growls coming from the phone and then everything went silent. “David! David!” I screamed, “Speak to me? Are you okay?” I was about to call the police when I heard a click, like someone picking up the phone. “David? Are you okay?” I heard heavy breathing come from over the phone and after what felt like a year, I got a reply. “Yes, he’s okay.” came what sounded like several voices all growling together, “In fact, he’s better than okay, he’s delicious.” THIS STORY WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON CREEPYPASTA
The phone rang. Phoebe looked at Heather confused, “Um, are you going to answer that?” “Nah, don’t bother.” responded Heather, “It’s just going to be that annoying creep again.” “Huh?” asked Phoebe, even more confused, “What creep?” “Wait, I never told you about this guy?” She noticed the blank look on her friend’s face, which basically answered her question, “It’s just this guy who somehow got my number and has been leaving messages of him breathing heavily.” “Oh my god!” exclaimed Phoebe, clearly startled, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. No need to worry about it, I’m sure he’ll stop calling eventually.” Phoebe was about to continue the conversation, when the phone suddenly started ringing again. Heather’s only response was to sigh, but Phoebe grumpily began walking towards the phone. “What are you doing?” yelled Heather, nervously. “I’m going to stop this creep from calling you.” “Don’t-“ started Heather, but Phoebe had already picked up the phone. “What do you want?” she yelled into the phone. “Who’s this?” a raspy voice responded from over the phone. “I’m Heather’s friend and I want you to stop calling her!” “Oh, you’re her friend,” said the voice, “then I’ll certainly stop calling then.” After that sentence was spoken, there was manic laughter over the phone. “Tell you what. If you open the front door, I’ll never call again.” “Fine.” Phoebe stated as she slammed the phone down and she started walking toward the door. Heather realized what Phoebe was doing and began to protest, “No please, don’t open the door!” Phoebe rolled her eyes, “Chill, it’s not like he’s going to be there.” She opened the door and revealed the completely empty porch. “See. I told you that there would be no one here.” She closed the door and locked it. “Now that pervert won’t call-“ Before she could finish, a man leaped out from inside the closet beside the door and plunged a knife deep into her chest. Blood started flowing from where she had been stabbed; Heather started screaming and began running upstairs while she heard the sound of footsteps coming quickly behind her. Then everything went black. Anne threw the remote over to the couch after pressing the power button and tried to ignore the glare that her best friend was giving her. “Dude, why did you turn off the movie?” asked Chloe, “We were just getting to the best part.” “Because these movies are so stupid.” Anne said as she rolled her eyes, “I mean, seriously, would you go and actually open the door?” “Well, no.” Chloe admitted, “But if they didn’t do that, then this awesome movie would exist.” “You and I have very different ideas of what’s awesome.” She started to get up to go to the kitchen when she realized that Chloe was still sitting on the couch, pouting. “Tell you what,” she sighed, “How about we get some snacks and then we can continue watching the rest of your silly movie.” Chloe visibly perked up, “Alright, let’s see what we can get find.” She stood up and they both walked into the kitchen. Anne decided to have what she insists as the ‘real movie experience’, grabbing a bag of popcorn and threw it in the microwave. As she waited for it to finish and for Chloe to finish scrounging around for something to eat, she decided to continue the conversation that they were having before. “I honestly have no clue why you like these kinds of movie,” she said as she pointed at the cover of the movie that they were watching, “they’re either about some psycho stabbing teenagers or some demented doll forcing people to cut off their limbs.” “Well, sure, some of these movies are total garbage, but that’s just like any genre.” Chloe responded, “If you dig enough, you’ll find those masterpieces that will scare the crap out of you.” Almost as if to prove her point, she grabbed a bag of pretzels that she had found in the back of the cupboards. Anne shrugged, “I guess they just aren’t my cup of tea.” The microwave decided to pick that moment to beep, which made the both of them jump. Anne grabbed the bag out of the microwave and poured its contents into a bowl, contented with the smell of buttery popcorn, she began to head out of the kitchen along with Chloe. Chloe continued to walk a few steps, but quickly realized that Anne was no longer beside her. She turned around to find Anne standing in the doorway of the now-darkened kitchen. “Hey Anne, everything okay?” asked Chloe, worried about her friend. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She replied, “I just thought that I heard something.” Chloe started laughing, “Wait a minute, Anne Douglass, are you trying to scare me?” “No, I’m not.” She said gravelly, “I swear I heard something.” “Must have been the wind,” Chloe shrugged, “or maybe that movie did actually scare you.” “That movie scare me?” Anne said defiantly, trying to pretend that she didn’t see the smirk on her friend’s face, “No way something like that would ever scare me.” “Well, let’s get back to the movie that totally isn’t scaring you.” She replied with a joking tone in her voice. Chloe had started to turn back around toward the living room when she saw what looked like a black glove wrap around Anne’s ankle. Before she could yell to warn her, Anne was yanked backwards into the kitchen, making the bowl fly out of her hand and spill the popcorn everywhere. Anne started screaming and tried to get a hold on something, but all that she ended up doing was leaving nail marks on the wooden floor. Chloe ran up the stairs and into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She sat on her bed, terrified and unsure of what to do next. Her cell was still downstairs and there was no phone upstairs, so she had no way to call the police. She was trying to keep her thoughts focused on surviving instead of panicking, when she heard the sound of footsteps slowly going up the stairs. She started to panic and grabbed the baseball bat that she kept under her bed for protection. “Stay back!” she yelled, “I-I have a gun!” She was hoping that this thing would take her bluff, when she heard a knock on the door. She tightened her grip on the bat, when she heard a familiar voice. “Chloe? Are you okay?” “Anne, is that you?” asked Chloe, unsure of what was going on. “Yes, it’s me.” Anne responded, “I’m sorry, I was trying to scare you, I guess I went too far.” “Y’think!” Chloe yelled angrily, she started to head toward the door when she thought of something, “Wait, what about the glove?” “Huh? What glove?” asked Anne, sounding extremely confused. “The glove that pulled you into the kitchen.” Chloe told her, moving the bat up against her shoulder again. There was a brief pause before Anne responded, “There wasn’t any glove pulling me back. I was just pretending that I was being pulled, you must have imagined it.” Chloe tried to think if she could have imagined the glove, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that her friend’s voice was coming from behind the door, sounding fine, if not a bit out of breath. She dropped the bat and walked toward the door, pulling the chain through the lock. She opened the door and was shocked to see not Anne, but a tall man with a white shirt stained with red smudges. Chloe was taken aback and tried to close the door, but he forced it open, pushing her down on the ground in the same motion. He moved one hand to the right pocket of his pants pulling out a knife that was still dripping with blood. In his other hand, he had a white box that he moved up to his lips and when he spoke into it, out came the voice of Anne. “Surprise.” |
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