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.

[MeLoVeGhOsTs]

Well this got my attention for sure. This is something new. I'm not going to say much, only this: keep it coming.

[Houndoom_Lover]

I sure hope more will come ^w^ I need my dose of scary stories!

[Gavin Luper]

I feel like I should be sitting around an open fire out in the bush somewhere. Nice scary story, Blade, and good to see you writing again. I didn't even think for a second that the reason for the killings would be handedness, of all things - which is what I guess it was meant to be, right?

Short and sweet too, which makes it easily digestible in one sitting. Good work dude!

[PancaKe]

It's so campfire.

I thought the ending would be scarier

But I liked it anyway

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

I printed this thread yesterday along with CEB's new fic and read them both. In my bed. For some odd reason, this time I actually came up with something to say! To mention, I have also printed some other fanfics like Houndoom_Lover's one but didn't know what to say about them.

I thought the ending would be scarier

Oh yes me too. I was a little afraid my mind would get screwed, but it didn't and now I don't know if I should be happy or disappointed. Also, I was waiting for something even more original as I remember your Secret Santa story for me, which was awesome. Your vocabulary is surprisingly regular, too, and I didn't learn new English words reading this, which also brings some contradictory feelings.

I know you can do even better, so post more!

[Blademaster]

I didn't even think for a second that the reason for the killings would be handedness, of all things - which is what I guess it was meant to be, right?

Yes.

'Sinister' was originally a Latin term for 'left' or 'to the left,' and that spread to also mean 'left-handedness.' It also means the more common definition of 'malignant' or 'evil,' so back in the old, old, OLD days, it was believed that the left-handed were the spawn of the Devil. Not many people remember that anymore.

I thought the ending would be scarier

<< I'm not used to writing scary. Give me some time to try more ideas.

I was a little afraid my mind would get screwed, but it didn't and now I don't know if I should be happy or disappointed. Also, I was waiting for something even more original as I remember your Secret Santa story for me, which was awesome. Your vocabulary is surprisingly regular, too, and I didn't learn new English words reading this, which also brings some contradictory feelings.

I know you can do even better, so post more!

Creepypasta and mindfuck are two different things. Mindfuck usually is done through pictures or video in order to deliver a sudden 'jolt,' whereas creepypasta is more a short story meant to keep you on the edge of your seat and, if the writer did a good job, creep you out a bit.

As for the vocabulary, most creepypasta are like that. It takes away the creepyness when you have to take a time-out and look something up, then come back. You gotta be focused on the story for it to keep you on the edge of your seat.


I'm glad to see I'm getting some constructive feedback. Once I remember my second idea, I'll post it here, too.

[Gavin Luper]

Yes.

'Sinister' was originally a Latin term for 'left' or 'to the left,' and that spread to also mean 'left-handedness.' It also means the more common definition of 'malignant' or 'evil,' so back in the old, old, OLD days, it was believed that the left-handed were the spawn of the Devil. Not many people remember that anymore.

Interesting etymology. I should have made that connection: sinistra in Italian means 'left'. Incidentally, I did remember the old mindset that left-handers were evil: I remember my parents telling me about how left-handed children in their classes at primary school were forced to write right-handedly because left-handedness was considered bad. But I had never seen the concept taken to the point of murder, such as in this story, which was both a surprise and also a bit demented, really. Not that the story was particularly horrifying in itself, just that the mindset of killing for a reason like that is bizarre.

... I'm rambling. Well done again - hope to see more from you soon!

[mistysakura]

Yeah, gotta love the root of "sinister". It works well as creepypasta -- the description of the skinned Pete in particular was creepy. I thought the ending would be still creepier though, like Tara said. Maybe we could have gotten a glimpse of the killer, just a shadow... I get what you mean about having to look up words; it does detract from the edge-of-your-seat feeling. Plus the simple vocabulary reminds me of the Goosebumps series, hehe. But a richer vocabulary could have made the description of the skeletons more vivid, for example. And the whole "kids are told not to play there but they do anyway and get snatched" thing is kinda cliched, but actually I don't know if that's a bad thing! Because as others have said, the cliches remind me of campfire stories and stories I've heard since childhood, so it feels familiar and nostalgic. Which I guess is the job of genre fiction a lot of the time.

Write more!

(By the way, why 'pasta'? Do you know where the term came from?)

[Blademaster]

The Purger wasn't described because a description I write is not as frightening to you all as what you each can individually envision as 'scary.'

Ada, I'll PM you the meaning. Right now, here's something a bit different...

Psychosomatic

You.

Yes, you. The person reading these words right now.

I want you to do a little exercise. It's easy, painless, and requires no effort on your part.

Are you ready?

Alright.

I want you to think of something that you regularly come in contact with. A drinking glass, a favorite book, a doorknob... Anything that you can easily conjure in your mind. For purposes of clarity, let's use the doorknob.

Now, imagine yourself holding that doorknob in your hand... See yourself holding it. See your hand. Feel it. Focus your thoughts on your hand and that doorknob, and nothing else...

There. Right there. Can you feel it? In the palm of your hand, that fleeting sensation of something smooth, hard, and cold? You see it in your mind: The familiar shape of the doorknob, held firmly in your hand.

And just like that, it's gone again.

The exercise is done.

Now, you may be wondering what just happened. How were you able to feel that doorknob? Some of you smarter types might think it has to do with an acute memory, cellular recollection, quantum physics, or some such thing. But that is not the case.

No, the reason you were able to hold that object was because you were tapping into a power your mind has long since forgotten it holds: the power to summon. What you were just doing was making that doorknob move from its normal location to you, through an otherworldly channel like nothing science has ever seen.

Right now, your amnesiatic mind is weak. It can recall the sensation of what you touched for a fraction of a second, perhaps. That's all the time you can keep the channel open as you are now. If you continue the exercise we did earlier, over and over, the sensation will gradually start to become more stark. More defined. It will last longer. Perhaps if you look at your hand, you'll even soon begin to see the faint outline of the object you wish to summon.

Be warned, though - summoning a single object can take months or even years of envisioning. And each new object and new sensation will reset the process. If you are not of a patient mind, you will quickly become frustrated and give up.

You're going to give up, aren't you?

No...?

You really shouldn't attempt this repeatedly if you can't handle the repercussions.

Oh, that's right... I forgot to mention that part, didn't I?

If you attempt to summon more than your mind is used to - for a normal human like yourself, that could be as little as a few times a day for a few days - you may begin to feel strange. Notably at night, when you are alone and your mind is allowed to wander. You may feel an abrupt jolt. A queasy, unexpected sensation that just grabs you for the most fleeting of moments. If you aren't focused, you may not even notice it at first. But sooner or later, you'll feel it: the channel that connects our plane to the ones beyond.

And like this plane, the ones beyond are inhabited by sentient beings. Beings that know the ways through to other realms as well. Beings that have retained much of what we have forgotten. And like us, they're more than eager to explore anything that is new to them... Like a long-closed channel that has slowly begun to reopen.

...And there it is now. You can feel it, I'm sure... Those slender, tentacle-like fingers on your shoulder... Did you feel them?

I truly hope you did.

Because I was focusing on your shoulder as hard as I could.

[PancaKe]

Augh! That one WAS very creepy! Very goosebumps style!


Haha this is so nostalgic, as Ada was saying. It really reminds me of Goosebumps. Those used to frighten me when I was little. But yeah; good stuff. I liked this one. Short and sweet and creepy

[MeLoVeGhOsTs]

Yeah, this one was cool. Short, but powerfull. Very nice. These are fun reads, something different from the rest of the fanfic-board.

[Blademaster]

Thank you for reading; that's the idea, boys and girls.

[mistysakura]

Ah, that was a good last line. It's refreshing to see something that's not creepy in a blood-and-guts way, but in a psychological way. Perhaps creepy isn't the best word for it... it's... alien. And when I read the last line, I did feel this: "You may feel an abrupt jolt. A queasy, unexpected sensation that just grabs you for the most fleeting of moments. If you aren't focused, you may not even notice it at first. But sooner or later, you'll feel it: the channel that connects our plane to the ones beyond." It's so cool that I was actually able to feel what you described.

And I like how you described the repercussions of summoning more than you're used to. Because once you've read this piece, the idea gets stuck in your head, and when your mind wanders, you do find yourself imagining a doorknob in your hand... and then realising the possible repercussions, which creep you out although they're not real... like how people get scared of phone calls after The Ring or feel compelled to summon the Candyman.

Oh, and thanks for PMing me the meaning!

[Blademaster]

Thank you, Ada. Truth be told, though, many creepypastas aren't gory. Some of the best ones are devoid of any violence - just check ED's creepypasta page or the SCP wiki. Lots of mindfucks, not lots of gore. Not in the finer ones, anyway.

This last story is special to me because it actually happened to me: I imagined myself holding something and was intrigued by the fact that I could feel it, and even taste it in the case of foods. So I kept doing it. It was pretty cool... Until I started feeling weird sensations when I walked at night...

I'm toying with a new idea; I'll try and post it before the weekend is over.

[Blademaster]

LOL J/K

Necroing... How appropriate for this thread! Here's a new one I wanted to try.

Baktun 13

"Today is December 21st, 2012. It's about... 9:30 at night, Mountain Standard Time. The crazies and conspiracy nutjobs were right. Today's the end of the world.

About nine hours ago, the news came on. It interrupted... everything. Fox... CNN... They were talking about riots in Manhattan. Not regular riots like the shit that cops or the S.W.A.T. teams come and break up. The cops were in the riot, too. You could see from the news chopper. Everyone was there. Cops, firemen, guys in business suits, like everyone in the city had just LOST it. And they weren't just breaking shit. They were going... after people. Ripping doors off the hinges, breaking into cars... and when they got them... oh, God... I know it sounds crazy, but they were EATING them. It was like 28 Days Later. Everyone was running and screaming, grabbing whoever they could grab and tearing them apart. I saw a cab driver get dragged out of his car, screaming for help, and his arm just... ripped off, like a drumstick. Not five seconds later, he turns around and claws some old woman's face off. Then the camera starts shaking and someone in the chopper screams and everything goes to static.

That was when they cut back to the studio. They started the usual "Stay indoors, everything is under control" shit, but I didn't buy it. I saw their faces; they had no fucking clue what was happening. I ran upstairs and turned on my computer... and I went to 4chan. Yeah, I know, going to 4chan in the middle of a national crisis, but... I figured if anywhere would stay updated no matter how gruesome things got, it'd be them. /x/ was a complete clusterfuck. /sci/ wasn't much better... I bounced between the two of them and found a thread started by some guy in Jersey, right across the GW bridge. He told us that the Army was there, sealing off Manhattan in any way possible. The rest of the thread wanted pics.

JerseyAnon delivered. He gave us a pic of the New York skyline, and up in the sky was this... cloud-ball thing. It was round and hazy and the color of... wrong. I dunno how to say it, it was this puke-greenish, greyish... THING hovering in the air over the city. It shouldn't have been there. Everyone looked at it and said it made them sick, or scared...

Anyway, everyone's grilling this poor guy for answers. He doesn't know anything. He shows us a pic of a tank rolling down the street and mentions something about martial law. He can't leave his house or see what's going on... Ten minutes later, he posts another pic of the thing in the sky. It's bigger now. Also, in the pic, his window is cracked. I ask about it and he says a bird flew into the window after he took the tank picture. So 4chan starts calling bullshit, demanding answers... But JerseyAnon doesn't come back for another half hour. When he got back, he was... different. He attaches a pic of some dim room with furniture and shit pushed in front of the exits, and there's broken glass everywhere... He posts one last pic of the sky, and the cloud thing is covering the whole city now. He said he's barricaded himself in his house because all the animals in the neighborhood are going apeshit. Birds keep smashing into the windows, raccoons and stray cats and shit are trying to claw through the doors, the guy's own dog nearly ripped his throat out. His typing is all fucked up and shaky, and he says goodbye and good luck, and... that's it. He's gone.

The next few hours, more info leaks onto the Internet. The cloud-thing... A lot of them called it the 'Wave.' It's visible from Philly and Boston by mid-afternoon, Chicago by dinnertime... The Canadians are shitting their pants because border patrol can see it and they're starting to go crazy too. By sundown it's covering the entire northeast and the power is starting to go out across the country. The military showed up here at one point. Only a few guys, retreating. I tried to ask what was happening; all I got from one of them is that the Wave is spreading, and they can't stop it. Every living thing that it gets close to, it... like, infects, or it corrupts, or something. People turn into zombies, animals act like they have rabies, everything is going to Hell... The soldier just tells me to get everything I can get and go as far underground as I can because if the Wave doesn't get me, the fallout will.

That was... maybe an hour ago. The power is gone. The whole grid is gone. Everyone is hiding... It's dark, and quiet. I'm hiding out down here, in the back room of my basement, behind a steel door. Everything else is solid rock. I'm okay for now; I have maybe enough food and water to hold out... I dunno, maybe a month. I hope.

Right before I started recording this, I heard something like thunder in the distance. It hasn't stopped. It's getting louder... It's close. I dunno what it is, or how the Mayans knew about it. All I know is that... I'm scared to death of it."


What had been a barely-noticeable rumble in the background abruptly jumps in volume; something like an explosion is heard, followed by incoherent yelling and several scuffling noises as the speaker apparently tries to recover his recorder.


"...wer line came down! I think it fell on the house! Oh, God-"


In the background, several screams as well as the screeches and growls of various animals interrupt the speaker.


"They know. They know I'm here. I dunno how long the door will hold. Yvonne, I'm so sorry for everythi-"


A noise like falling rocks drowns out the speaker, who begins yelling.


"-REE?! ARE THOSE FUCKING ROOTS!? HOLY-!"


A clatter is heard, presumably the recorder dropping to the floor. Background noise partially drowns out the speaker, who is whispering by this point.


"-ther, who ar........aven, h...lowed by thy nAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAA-"


Several tearing and crunching sounds can be heard, followed by the aggressors ceasing their vocalizations and apparently moving on. The rumbling slowly fades back to its former volume level, and is all that is audible for the remainder of the tape. End playback.

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The preceding footage was recovered from an audio recording device found at Excavation Site COF3-D7 approximately two days ago. Geological and forensic evidence indicates the artifact is at least 5,000 years old. The language is currently unknown.