Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24686540-20140321223038

Who am I?



Hah, if you knew then you wouldn’t turn a light off again.

All of you would finally be reminded why humans once feared the dark if you met me.

Running and hiding won’t work. I’ll find you just like the others.

Listen to me. I’m giving you a chance to save yourself.

Each and every one of you will burn.

Yes. Even you.



So who exactly am I?



I don’t know anymore. Som… something happened. You see, all I remember is what was after. After the accident. From what I’ve overheard I committed suicide. That can’t be true, can it? I mean I’m still alive. Aren’t I? My name was once known, and I hear it everywhere.



The thing is.



Whenever I hear it I forget it. Maybe it just isn’t my name anymore. All I know is what the fucker that woke me up told me. Couldn’t see him. Just hear him. His voice was raspy… almost as if his vocal chords were shredded. His words were plainly mumbled… he just couldn’t seem to open his mouth I guessed. Then he appeared everywhere I looked. I’d close my eyes and he was there. A shapeless shadow with a face. It seemed human…. I think. Except… it had no face; just a carving of a smiley face stitched together. I gave him a name…. Smiley. It suited him. His whispering just wouldn’t stop. I wanted it to stop. I couldn’t bear it. What did I do? Long story short I now know he isn’t material. He’s in my head. The whispering won’t stop. It’s driving me insane.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Then the other creepy bastard came along. A teddy bear. One eye hanging loose. Another smile; this one zipped up as if he had to be silent. As if he knew something. He knew a secret I needed to know. Maybe unzipping it would work? I thought that too. All that did was make him mad. This fucker was real. I needed to know what he knew. What did I do? I strapped him to a chair of course. To anyone that could have been watching it’d look like I was mad. This wasn’t the case. I ripped a chunk off his ear. No reply. I tore at his back. No reply. I screamed at him. He screamed back. How did I know he screamed? I heard him in my head.

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<p class="MsoNormal">I may have burst my own ear drums I can still hear.

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<p class="MsoNormal">I hear the agony of everyone.

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<p class="MsoNormal">They’re trapped like me. In their own little pathetic minds.

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<p class="MsoNormal">I can hear the darkness whispering around me; mocking me, taunting me, making me want to end it. I’ve tried. Nothing works; bullets did nothing, a noose couldn’t strangle me, a knife wouldn’t phase me. I’m stuck living this life of torture; day in, day out. Never before had I wanted to end my life so much. Then, one day. One day it changed. I found it. The one thing that could get the bear to talk. A mask. Two, perfectly circular eye holes, cut into a pure white, full-face metal mask. I painted black lines descending from the eye holes onto it, and donned the mask. Together with my messy, jet-black scene hair and my rugged black leather jacket, white shirt, dark grey denim jeans and black sneakers I get him to talk. On the one condition that I never tell anyone else.

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<p class="MsoNormal">What did he say?

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<p class="MsoNormal">Can’t tell you. I made a promise.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Smiley doesn’t like the mask. He suggests I get rid of it. Begrudgingly, I listen to him. I break it into three pieces; breakages going across my mouth, below my right eye and diagonally from my forehead to my left eye. Teddy goes silent again. The room I’m in is pitch black. The darkness is almost welcoming now. Suddenly, it all crumbles. I’m in an alley. Teddy’s gone, but still near. Smiley’s still in my head. Street lights start to flicker and I see the pieces of the mask. The night dances and I see Smiley again. Gesturing towards the mask. His faceless head cocked in a crooked way, as if to ask me why it’s broken. I glare at him and pick up the pieces. The noise of the night is deafening. Humans are everywhere. One day it’ll be silent. Silent like the night. A man sees me and decides he’ll take his chances for my wallet. I don’t have a wallet. He doesn’t know that.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Stab after stab his mind becomes clouded and screams as I show no pain. I look up at him from under my fringe, and smirk. My turn. Darkness swirls, forming whips. Blood flies as the darkness starts its unforgiving dance and shreds his stomach. Blood drips; collecting in a pool of pure, red blood. Doubling over, his mind wonders what I am. His agony ends there. I leave his dead body alone; limbs dismembered from the body and his face a permanent scream in terror. The mask pieces itself back together by an unknown force. One I call Smiley. The breaking points stitch together with whatever shit keeps his face together, and belt buckles grow as straps. Once again I don the mask and no longer does Smiley boss me around. He and I become one. The darkness writhes in glee.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The darkness needs to feed.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Once again humanity will be reminded why it so feared the dark.

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<p class="MsoNormal">So I ask you.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Who.

<p class="MsoNormal">AM.

<p class="MsoNormal">I?

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<p class="MsoNormal">Well there it is; I'd really like to get some feedback (one of my friends suggested I start writing Creepypasta's after reading this so I wanna know what I could do to make it more like a proper Creepypasta)

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