Mia Creepypasta Villa (Pasta del Giorno: Baktun 13)

[Blademaster]

I know, after YGO: Twilight Princess and Pokemon: The I Syndicate died, I swore I'd stop writing fanfiction.

But this isn't fanfiction.

The following is a type of scary and original short story referred to as 'creepypasta.' Google it if you want more information. Just watch what links you click. Some of this stuff will screw with your mind and make you wet your pants.

That having been said, here's my first successful creepypasta, which earned kudos from /x/. More might come in the future.

Enjoy.

Water Under the Bridge

The two kids were told a million times to stay off of that bridge.

"It's old." their mothers would say. "Old and rickety. It could collapse any minute now."

Yes, that's what they would tell them. That's all they needed to know. They needed to know to stay off the bridge.

What they didn't know was WHY she told them to stay off of it. Truth be told, the bridge WAS old. And rickety. Crumbling, really: It had spanned the river since before the Civil War, when it had been used by spies and messengers to go through the backwoods and cross enemy lines unseen. Not all of these men returned home, though, and after the war, a disinterest in crossing a bridge that many men had died after crossing began to make itself known. It slowly saw less and less use, until it was closed off in the '20's after a newlywed wife disappeared in the area.

The local authorities had conducted a full investigation, but save for a broken rail of the bridge, nothing out of the ordinary was discovered. And so, the disappearance was chalked up to an unfortunate fall, and the bridge was closed off to the public.

What the authorities didn't tell the public was that after an exhaustive three-day investigation, they did find something - a rotting, masticated left hand in the woods nearby, with the missing woman's new wedding ring still on it.

So, though the public didn't know of the grisly discovery, rumors about the disappearance began to circulate, as they often do. And more than a few people, these children's parents included, took a couple of them to heart. Even after nearly 100 years.

But alas, kids will be kids, and more often than they could count, the kids would sneak off and play on or near the bridge. Sometimes they would be caught and grounded, but nothing ever dissuaded them from going back to that bridge. Until today.

"Henry, I found something weird down by the bridge. You GOTTA come take a look."

Henry was a bit hesitant about going to the bridge that day, considering it'd been less than two weeks since his last grounding, but after a few excessive words of 'encouragement' from his friend, he finally caved in and followed his friend down to the riverbed, which had run dry years earlier when the dam was constructed a few miles upriver. Since then, the duo had used the bridge as a jungle gym, a fort... Dumb kid stuff. But a small crevasse embedded beneath the bridge, far behind broken boards and hidden in total darkness, is what had caught their attention today. And Henry's night-vision camcorder had found something hidden inside of it.

"So what'd you wanna show me, Pete?"

"Take a look in there."

Henry took his friend's camera (a bit unhappily, considering the damn thing was left-handed and he had to hold it a weird way so it'd be comfortable) and pointed it in the hole.

The normally opaque crack glowed a vivid green thanks to the night-vision lens, and inside of it, between the gnarled wood and shadows, some sort of a stone tablet was halfway visible. Etched onto it were many strange symbols, - some religious, patriotic, and otherwise unidentifiable - as well as a few partially concealed letters: 'si-st-r'

Before they could get a better look, the camera flickered and suddenly shut off.

Two screams resounded from beneath the bridge.

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Later that day, Henry's mother held her pale, trembling son in her arms, her anger at him disobeying her again totally gone, replaced instead by unabashed gratitude that he was alright.

The same couldn't be said of Pete. Save for a broken camera and a few smears of blood, he had vanished. Henry could say nothing of the trauma save for a few mumbled phrases like "He took him..." Pete's parents were currently hysterical, the chief of police doing his best to console them as his men searched the riverbed and the bridge plank by plank, stone by stone. But as tirelessly as they searched, they found nothing, until morning when they finally found the crevasse.

They broke into the small hole, where they were greeted by a terrifying sight: An underground chamber, about 15x15 feet, totally full of human bones. The grisly skeletons littered the floor, some of them still rotting, others so old that they had wooden dentures in their jaws. In the center of the floor lie what was left of Pete - his young body had been skinned, drained, and was missing great strips of flesh and muscle, like a butchered side of beef. He was also missing his left hand.

It took all day to exhume every last skeleton, and another week to examine them all. They came from men, women, blacks, whites, children, elders... They all had nothing in common, except for one strange similarity: They were all missing their left hands.

To this day, nobody can explain what happened at that bridge. The only clue ever found was that strange stone plaque...

So long as the sinister walk this Earth, so shall I to purge them from it.