Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28612108-20160603053725

Hello. I am Max. I had dark,shaggy brown hair, that was usually inside a beanie. I had turquoise eyes, and I am dead. I COULD make some "dead inside" joke. But that wouldn't be true. I am truly dead. I'm sure you're wondering how I died. Oh, you're not? Too bad.

My story isn't too interesting, not like the ones I've heard here on creepypasta wiki. My story is just another spooky suicide story, with a few subtle scary points here and there. Just let me tell you.

It was a sunny day, not the scariest if settings, but I didn't care. I was a big fan of rain and horror, but today's extra sunny, happiness was fine with me. You see, my grandparents had recently bought a small house in a forest, with a lake, a beach, and a dock to fish on. Along, with a path to hike on, and a small, separate garage. When we pulled up to the house, my eyes widened. The house was made of bright, oak wood, had two stories, and the door awaited my arrival. When the car had stopped, I jumped out the door. I snatched up my suitcase and my backpack. I flew open the door and stepped in. A cozy, warm feeling surrounded me, and I slipped off my shoes. My twin sisters entered the room as well, and we al called dibs on the rooms we wanted.

The rooms had a king-sized bed and a closet in the corner. My sisters shared one bathroom, and I had my own. My parents and grandparents toke the rooms upstairs. The kitchen was upstairs as well. The rest of the day went along pretty normally, that was until that night.

I had a nightmare. I saw myself, in a chair, with a single, swinging light above me. The rest of the room around me was in pitch darkness. I was wearing a white shirt and gray sweatpants. My mouth was covered wit tape, along with my eyes. My hands and ankles were tied with rope to the chair. After a while of my muffled cries for help, and silence, I began to hear faint screaming of a woman. I heard the noises of a chainsaw, then something splattering and crunching as the screams faded out. I then heard loud footsteps getting louder. Then I woke up. I immediately got this awful feeling in my stomach. I felt as if I was going to throw up.

I quickly ran up the stairs and into my kitchen. I grabbed whatever I could find, and began eating it. As I ate, I felt something coming up my throat. I rushed into the bathroom and bent over the toilet. I felt a warm liquid, pour out of my mouth. I looked to see what it was, and it turned out to be blood. I was freaked out by this but decided I would tell my parents in the morning. I walked back downstairs and slouched onto my bed. The pain had gone away, but I still didn't get a wink of sleep that night.

As the sun came up, I sat up in my bed, exhausted. I waited until I could hear faint footsteps coming from the story above me, before going up there to tell them what happened last night. I explained what happened to my mom, but she didn’t believe me. She just said I was lying, or probably had mistaken vomit for blood. I questioned that, but only for a second. I knew what I saw, and I was not going to let anyone tell me otherwise.

Once again, the rest of the day went by, as normally as it could be, until night. Except for one thing. When I was sitting on the couch, channel surfing, I began to hear chainsaw noises, like the one from my dream. I thought it was just my dad or grandfather cutting down trees until the noise of the chainsaws got louder, and louder, and louder until it sounded like it was right outside my window. I looked all around but found nothing. As soon as one of my sisters, Maddie, exited her room, the sounds stopped, and she asked what I was doing.

Anyway, back to my dream, no, my nightmare. It had the same setting as before. Chair, swinging light, pitch black, except this time, I wasn’t sitting in my chair. The chair was empty, but you could still hear my muffled sobbing, and screams. At random moments, the room would flash a light of green, showing off the room around the chair. From what I could make-out, I saw many, many different knives, and swords hung from a wall. However, one space was empty, the space that looked to fit a chainsaw. After 5 flashes of that green light, I awoke.

I knew immediately that I needed to do research, so I snuck out and brought with me my laptop. I snuck to an all-day gas station that wasn’t too far away from the lake house. It had free wifi, although very slow, was still extremely helpful.

I researched the screaming, the chair, and the flashing green light, and they all came up with the same answer. “Slicer McDicer”. He originally started as a spooky story to tell your friends, but then it started to growing. People we’re experiencing weird dreams of them tied to a chair, along with with the screams of their loved ones with the sounds of a chainsaw. People also had experienced hearing the sounds of chainsaws in their own real lives. All of these people ended up dead or missing.

I was terrified the whole walk home. Every sound I heard, I held up my laptop, hoping to use it as a weapon if something came at me. When I made it to the house, I sat on the couch and put my head on my knees. I began to hear those chainsaw noises once again, it got so loud…so, so loud….I couldn't help it.

I watched a man walk down the stairs. He had dark, white skin, that looked to have small, dried blood splits on his face, and black hair. His eyes looked dark, and empty, and looked like he had small, dark tentacles, that looked like tattoos, crawling into his eyes. He wore a gas mask, except it was only the bottom half, so it only covered his nose and mouth. His neck had stitches running half way through, and the neck looked crooked, almost. He wore a black hoodie. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal those black tentacles tattooed arms. The tentacles completely covered his arms, barely showing any skin. His hands were covered in bandages, and his blood covered fingers peeked out. He wore black jeans and dark gray boots. The man had two blades coming out of his elbows, and reaching beyond the tips of his fingers.

As soon as he appeared, the chainsaw stopped, and I felt a sudden urge to jump at the man. So I did. I pounced on him and wrapped my hands around his throat. He didn’t struggle, or try to stab me, he just stood there. My grip got tighter and tighter until he had taken his last breaths. That's when I heard it. My grandmothers scream coming from the top of the stairs. I look up to her, and she looked horrified. I looked back to the man, but he wasn't that man I had seen anymore. It was my mom. I froze in fear and watched as the rest of my family approached the scene. My dad tried to attack me, but my grandparents held him back.

My family called 911, as I stood there, over my dead mother. There was nothing I could do. I had blood my mother had spit out on my hands. The evidence was enough to kill me now.

The cops shoved me in their car, after putting me in handcuffs. The car toke off, and I watched my family crying slowly fade away. We passed an ambulance that was driving to the lake house to pick up my dead mother.

“Why’d ya’ kill her ya’ bastard?” One of the cops scoffed. They both broke into laughter, and one nudged me on the shoulder. I sat, completely still, staring directly out the window.

“Hey, bud, it’s okay, you just killed ya’ mom,” The second policeman remarked. They laughed once again. I clenched my fists.

That’s when I felt it. The car tipped to the side, swerving off the road. The car metal slid on the road, and landed in the grass, hitting a tree. My head hit the window, breaking the glass. When the car was still, I sat up. My head was bleeding, a steady stream, striding straight between my eyes. I stepped out of the wrecked car and looked into the passenger’s side.

Both of the policemen were dead, however, not like they would look in a car crash. More like stabbed. They had stab marks going straight through their heads, blood flooding out of the wounds, splashing onto the car door.

I stepped away and began walking down the road. Multiple cars drove down the road, passing me until one stopped. They asked me if I needed a ride, but I said no. They drove on and that's when I saw him. The man I had seen when I killed my mother, was standing in the middle of the road. He stared at me with those cold, empty eyes. That’s when he came at me.

He ran down the wet street, swiftly and extremely fast. I ran off into the forest. It was a typical horror scene, the chase in the forest. He sliced up trees, while trying to catch me. Finally, he stabbed me straight through my back, coming out through my stomach. I felt all my intestines get sliced up and stressed. They closed up on the blade before he pulled out the blade, and I hit the floor. I screamed in pain, as my body drained onto the filthy dirt.

The man laughed, a deranged, insane laugh. It was as cold and dark as his eyes, with a deep, disgusting tone.

“You really were a pain in the neck,” The man cackled, rubbing the stitches on his neck. His voice was the same as his laugh, deranged.

“And it really was KNIFE to meet you,” The man held up his blade, arm and realized his insane laugh. That's when he stabbed me directly in the center of my head. I died immediately.

Now I’m here. I have no idea where “HERE” is, but it’s not Earth. The only thing I know 100% sure about my death, is what killed me wasn’t human. It was Slicer McDicer. 