Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27900164-20160302021031

I tried to upload a creepypasta I wrote a few months ago, but I keep getting my creepypasta deleted for not matching the Wikia's standards. Would you guys please be willing to look it over and tell me what I did wrong, so that I can fix it?

"AUTHOR'S NOTE: This creepypasta was written to DeviantArt back in September, 2015, originally and uploaded March, 2016. I altered a few things to this creepypasta that I felt needed to be changed, but it's mostly been unchanged aside from a few grammatical fixes. This is also a remake of an old 'pasta of mine called "The Watchers," but it's where it belongs now: burning in Hell. - Ever since I was a kid I suffered from hallucinations. My parents used to write it off as just me having imaginary friends until we went to a psychiatrist, he diagnosed me with schizophrenia, and then put me on Olanzapine. I still take the medications to this day, in part because hearing voices and the constant fear of others wasn’t very fun, but also because of a group of individuals I used to hallucinate regularly. I don’t remember everything about them, but I’ll try to explain what I remember in the clearest detail possible.

I guess one of the most notable features would be that the voices, the paranoia, pretty much all of the positive symptoms of my schizophrenia went away whenever they were around me. I don’t know why they had that effect, but I always felt better whenever they were around. There were about eight of them that I usually met, the one I remember best being Mr. Smile, but I’ve forgotten what most of them looked like and I don’t want to get off of my meds just to write about something that probably nobody will read. The reason I still remember the Mr. Smile hallucination is because not only was he the one who visited me the most, and was the most friendly, but he also had a very… “iconic” look about him. He had light brown skin and red eyes, and was very tall. However the reason I called him “Mr. Smile” is because he was always smiling, his teeth being very sharp and about as long as my hand was when I was a kid. Despite how scary I make him sound he was actually a very friendly individual, and when he came to visit me he would always have candy or food for me. It’s funny to hear about a hallucination giving a kid food, huh?

But the weirdest things about the hallucinations was that they always asked me for the most benign favors. “Get a pair of scissors,” “give me some food,” “call this person for me,” etc. I always figured it was harmless fun, and the hallucinations always gave the things back after a few days, whether they gave it to me or put it where they thought it should go. My parents would always ask me if I had taken the thing that they were looking for and I said I had given it to whoever asked for it, and they would blow it off as me hiding it in my room or that I had taken it to do something and didn’t want to admit I misplaced it. Looking back on it I guess that’s what could have happened, although that was several years ago so I don’t remember what happened as well as I could have. When I take the antipsychotic meds I don’t see them, or suffer any other hallucinations, so it might be that they were just very sophisticated hallucinations.

However I do remember one specific event that I can’t explain either way. One day when I was a kid I was watching television in the living room with my parents when a strange man broke into the house. He was very frightening and I remember he carried a large knife, and he was saying things that didn’t make sense, but that might just be that my mind exaggerated the man so he seemed less human in hindsight. As he was screaming about monsters or something like that my mom grabbed me and began running, and just as my dad came out of the hallway with some sort of metal stick one of the hallucinations suddenly appeared and attacked the man, slamming him to the ground. After that both my mom and dad ran out of the house, my mom hanging onto me by my wrist, and we didn’t get to go back into the house for several days after that. I don’t remember why the police wouldn’t let us back into our house, they said they were “looking for clues” and my mom explained that the man had stolen some things from the house, but I don’t know why my dad started running away when the hallucination appeared in the hall. After all, the monsters were just hallucinations.

I still take the medications, like I have since that man broke into our house, but I sometimes feel like I should stop. I want to talk to Mr. Smile and the other hallucinations again, even if they were just in my mind, to see what they would tell me what happened. Yeah it’s pointless since hallucinations are all in the mind, but I’m still very curious about it. The reason I don’t stop taking my medications to talk with them is I’m afraid of what they’ll look like, now that I’m older and I've seen more of the world." 