User talk:Hellhound iscariot666

Hello, I know I haven't gotten to introduce myself, but name is Hellhound_iscariot666.

I am quite frankly a little nervous about posting my stories, they are probably not that great.

I decided to make this account after reading the stories on here, a lot of them are pretty wonderful.

Anyways, I am glad to be on here and I am not sure how to ask for help.

Sorry about my trepidation. Hellhound iscariot666 (talk) 03:06, September 19, 2014 (UTC)

Review of your story, Kidnap Hotel
Hello Iscariot. I've reviewed and renovated your story, Kidnap Hotel, and posted the review on my blog. You commented on my blog asking me to publish the story for you, just before the Admins helpfully deleted my page. Don't worry, I've made a backup of your story and I'm posting it here. I'm sorry, but I don't think that I can publish this for you. The Admins are already bearing down on me, and I fear I shall be in worse trouble if I attempt to publish someone else's story for them.

I implore you to read the tutorial "How to write a creepypasta" on the main page, and post your great story under your own name. I think you'll find greater satisfation in having it under your own name. If you need any help posting it, just ask me.

"You think you're a good person?" the figure asked as he picked me up and threw me against the wall again. My face connected with it, hurting me very badly. He forced me onto my back and shouted, "Look at me, Tiffany!"

I didn't want to look, heck I didn't even want to be here. He approached me steadily with that slow, brisk walk. I knew what he was going to do and it wasn't going to be pretty. With a pipe in hand, he banged my knees as hard as he could. I shrieked, "STOP!"

But the man just kept going and going, I was in so much agony. No, I deserved this! I deserved this for not saving my brother and my sister. Angie, Travis and those other kids were all dead because of my sorry ass. I guess what he said was right, Lorenzo Esteban, just before he was severed in half, "You don't deserve to live!"

I was beside myself. Scum like me shouldn't exist. Scum like me put my siblings in danger. Scum like me watched as those men, my damn mom's grunts invade them. I didn't want to see that, I wanted to run, but...what could I do? I was bound in heavy chains and gagged with a dirty, old piece of undergarment, tied to that fiery-hot furnace. Yeah, I know I am probably just seeking pity; but that doesn't excuse the shitbag that I am!

My mom was all I knew ever since my father died. She had taken Angie, Travis and me in when nobody else did. Yet, I had the nerve to watch what her goons did to those kids and to me. I hate myself! I have a love-hate relationship with those men and with my mom, but for me I have nothing but disdain.

How dare I live, while they perished!

Then the man went towards my head. I was nothing, but a heap of meat covered in my own disgusting blood. I looked at the man and pleaded, "Kill me now!"

With that, everything went white.

I can't believe that little bitch! Why did she think she could rat on me and blocks like that?! The sickly, silly girl is dead, thank God in Heaven! Mrs. Kaffard really wanted this scum gone, because she posed a threat to our boss's underground operations. Now I just need to do something so that nobody comes across the body.

I have my saw in my hand, she is going to pay dearly for tricking my dear friend Esteban. It's really fitting for her to be destroyed by the very same tool that killed Lorenzo Esteban. He was only working for the boss, because everybody in this town was very xenophobic about immigrants, especially since Esteban was from El Salvador.

I managed to saw the girl up into several parts. The cops and the media are onto Mrs. Kaffard's tail, because Tiffany couldn't keep her big mouth shut after she was asked questions by the media. The police sent an investigator to where Tiffany said our base of operations was and he only discovered few of the children's bodies that we had gotten rid of. Mrs. Kaffard soon came under fire from the local townsfolk and even her own guests. These guests were a bunch of uppity, rich people and they had paid Mrs. Kaffard to eradicate their own children, so that they could become even more wealthy off of their missing children. A bunch of hypocrites if one has to ask me. They just hanged our boss out to dry after their horrifying transgressions.

I managed to dump Tiffany's remains all over some places that nobody hardly ever goes to anymore. The first one was an old, condemned house several miles out of town. The second was an old cemetery that is being reclaimed by Mother Nature. The third was a lake and I won't tell the media where the other parts are. I'm already serving a life's sentence.

A seven-year-old Frankie Brooke and his grandfather stood in the water, pulling up their nets that had been laid out the previous day. There were several fish and something else...something that nobody should ever witness.

"Grandpa, what's that?!" Frankie asked in his high-pitched voice.

His grandpa didn't see it at first, because he was distracted with getting all the fish into several buckets that he had loaded onto his white pick-up truck. "Youngin', what are ye talking about?" his grandfather said as he returned to the shallow water that his chestnut-headed grandson stood in.

Mr. Brooke had a hard time making out the shape of the thing that his grandson was pointing at. He squinted his eyes and gasped, "Boy!" He pulled his grandson out of the knee-deep shallow water and put the boy into the pick-up and turned the AC on. The grandfather ran back to the net and surely he knew what it was, a headless torso with the arms and hands still attached.

Frankie got out the truck and approached his grandpa. His little, mossy green eyes locked with what his grandpa said. Mr. Earl Brooke, Frankie's grandpa, glared at his seven-year-old grandson, yelled and dragged him back to the pick-up truck. The two waited there for what seemed like ages until a cop car showed up and later the detectives.

The headless torso was brought in for autopsy, but without the fingertips and the rest of the body it was difficult to identify it. And, it later became a cold case.

Frankie sat with the flashlight gleaming his face, the light illuminating his dark features. One of his friends, Georgie asked, "Yeah, then what happened, man?"

Frankie smiled deviously and said, "I later went back to that same lake, because my big bro Jake drove me and his girlfriend Shyenne out there.  He didn't believe me about the torso, but he came just to see the ghost that allegedly haunts the lake.  He went to take a dive, even though it was one in the morning. My brother was nearly drowned by the fingerless, transparent torso. How do I know this, because Shyenne and I both saw it and both of us were too scared to enter the water because of it.  I am lucky that my big brother fought it off and swam back to shore. He never doubted what everybody said about the murderous, ghostly torso ever again."

Lizzie, Georgie and Bethany all snorted in unison, "Dude, that's the lamest ghost story we have ever heard!"

"It's true," Frankie scoffed and he picked up his things and went upstairs.

Tyberzannisultra (talk) 21:14, September 23, 2014 (UTC)Tyberzannisultra

Response to Your Internet Question
No, I haven't noticed anything amiss when I was on deviantart. Maybe there were some bug problem that they were trying fixing--User: Mmpratt99 deviantart (talk) 19:52, November 17, 2014 (UTC)

Thank you
Thank you for the well-wishes, and the same to you. For some reason it wouldn't load the picture. I'll try it again later, but the drawings of yours that I could see looked good. I have three pastas - "The Houseguest", "The Binding Mask", and "White Lady" - which have galleries at the end in case any artists want to give their interpretations of the creatures in the stories. You could also add a drawing to my story "Binding Symbol". It'll be interesting to see your interpretation of the creature's appearance. My only rule is that you don't replace any pictures that are already posted. You're welcome for the help. I'm glad I was able to help. Raidra (talk) 00:59, March 26, 2015 (UTC)
 * Luckily I was able to view both pictures today. The first one is definitely interesting, with a surreal quality to it. The second one may be rough, but overall it looks good. It just needs to be cleaned up a little before being added to the story. Remember to have scars on the monster's chest. Raidra (talk) 19:55, March 26, 2015 (UTC)

I know just what you mean. I have one story ready to post on the Writer's Workshop and others in various states of completion (Well, that may be an exaggeration), but my mind's been elsewhere recently. Sometimes you just feel like doing other things. Raidra (talk) 01:40, April 2, 2015 (UTC)
 * Unfortunately it appears that it is a real story. http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2015/03/23/Police-Girl-12-tried-to-poison-mom-twice-for-taking-away-iPhone/9981427125704/?spt=sec&or=on I share your disgust and shock. That is sick. I certainly hope the hateful brat gets something more than a slap on the wrist. Raidra (talk) 00:13, April 4, 2015 (UTC)

It wouldn't let me watch the video (My computer has been iffy about showing videos recently). Could you describe it? As for those stories you're trying to find, try checking your contributions section and/or the "Forum Threads" section of your list of Followed pages. If you create or contribute to a thread a link to that thread is automatically added to your Followed page.

I can't explain the post, but yeah, I've had deja vu moments. Some I can explain. I've seen previews for movies and think, "Wait, wasn't this movie already made?" or "Didn't I see this for sale?" and it turns out it's a remake of an earlier film, or a movie adaptation of a musical or play. Others I can't explain. The first time we went to see a game at Great American Ball Park (the current ballpark for the Cincinnati Reds, built a little over a decade ago), I had an intense feeling that I'd seen it before. I don't mean the field or anything you'd see highlighted on TV; I mean the area in which the souvenir shops and concession stands are located. It sounds weird, but I think I saw that area in a dream. It was just so familiar. I think I've caused some deja vu moments too. Building 12 of Sinclair Community College has a couple areas in which an elevator is in the middle of a spiral staircase. Years ago when I attended (and was in better shape), one of my favorite things to do was race the people taking the elevator to the third floor. I'd usually beat them, albeit by just a couple seconds. I'd be panting and they'd come out and look like, "Wait, wasn't she just on the first floor!?" Good times... Raidra (talk) 02:03, April 5, 2015 (UTC)
 * I stay away from stuff like that. My late father strictly forbade anything like that, so my avoidance of that kind of thing is as much respecting my father as it is following religious doctrine. A lot of people who get involved with that are just curious, but sadly there are people who want to exploit others for money and/or fame. Have you heard of a supposed psychic/medium named Sylvia Browne? I think Montel Williams had her on his talk show about once a week, and last I heard he was still promoting her. Well, this young woman in or near Cleveland went missing, so her family went on Montel (or whichever show she was on) to ask if she could give them any help. Sylvia told them, "I'm sorry, she is dead." As the family absorbed this, she told them about how their daughter was happy and whatnot, acting as if the daughter was communicating with her from the afterlife. However, years later it turned out that she was one of the three women that Ariel Castro was keeping in his house as a sex slave. There Sylvia Brown was talking about how she was dead, but in a better place and happy, and it turned out she was alive but tortured and miserable. Thankfully the woman was eventually rescued, but her mother had died years prior. The mother died thinking that her daughter was dead and that there was no hope of seeing her again in this world (I don't remember if the family gave up the search or if other relatives kept hope alive despite Sylvia's claims that the woman was dead). Some would debate that Sylvia had listened to a lying spirit while others would debate that she just pulled the entire thing out of her butt in order to sound like she knew what she was talking about. What's not up for debate is that Sylvia told them things that weren't true.


 * Speaking of mediums, when I heard Patricia Arquette was going to be on CSI:Cyber, I said, "Hopefully this will give her more of a chance to show off her acting skills than Medium." She's a good actress, but that show didn't require any great acting skills. The weird thing is CBS created The Ghost Whisperer to compete with NBC's Medium, and then they picked up Medium. I didn't care much for either show, but from the little I saw at least Ghost Whisperer had plots that actually called for people to use acting skills. Raidra (talk) 21:00, April 6, 2015 (UTC)

Those are some unsettling nightmares! I know this is probably an elementary interpretation, but it sounds like you have some issues, some things going on in your life, that are causing these dreams. Have you spoken with any of your relatives about these nightmares, or do you feel you can? Raidra (talk) 01:56, April 10, 2015 (UTC)


 * I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine laughing off nightmares like that, or agreeing with them (Even if it's said jokingly, it's still insensitive at best). I've read that night terrors are hereditary. Try asking your father if he knows anyone in the family who has had sleep problems. Also, with the hallucinations, are you on any new medication? In any case, I'll be praying for you. Whether or not you believe, just know that I care. Raidra (talk) 16:31, April 10, 2015 (UTC)

That's good to hear! Like I said, hopefully everything will get straightened out. Shall I leave a message on the "What's That Thing?" thread explaining your absence, or are you able to, or is it not an issue? Raidra (talk) 16:02, April 23, 2015 (UTC)
 * Thanks for sharing! I hadn't heard of Barefoot Gin, but it is interesting how many horror movies, stories, etc. have been based on actual historical events such as wars. Someone should make a list. On the flip side, there are war-related shows, novels, etc. that venture into horror. I've read about a 1980s or '90s comic book limited series related to the Vietnam War. I think it's supposed to be based on real stories, but in any case it was described as having some of the most horrifying battle and casualty related scenes in comic book history. :-0 On the lighter side, I had heard of that Donald Duck cartoon. Funny stuff! I haven't seen it yet, but I've read on article about it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Fuehrer%27s_Face). It's also called "Donald Duck in Nutzi Land". Raidra (talk) 00:02, April 27, 2015 (UTC)

I'm sorry to hear about their accidents. I hope they weren't too badly hurt. I know that's a frightening experience. I don't know what this means, but I wouldn't call you a jinx. I think you should be careful on the road, though, so you don't have an accident yourself.

I think it would be a more effective and disturbing pasta if someone was considered to be a jinx, but when they died, things kept happening - meaning the person's death was caused by paranoia. Raidra (talk) 15:43, May 3, 2015 (UTC)

Yeah that sounds good do you need my email. If so my non-business email is [mailto:tredd1995@gmail.com tredd1995@gmail.com]

and my personal email is [mailto:rapertt.13@gmail.com rapertt.13@gmail.com] .


 * What kind of game is that, a video game? Either way, it sounds interesting. Raidra (talk) 12:03, May 14, 2015 (UTC)

I'll have to think about it, but I think for starters you could have him be at most or all of the places in which the bad incidents occur so people can form a connection. I say "most or all" in case you want to shed some doubt about whether he's really responsible. As for people not being as superstitious, don't worry about it. Keep in mind that A) you could set it in another time period, B) there are a lot of people today who make others scapegoats for their misfortunes (such as the people who falsely blame the Jews or the Hispanics or their problems), and C) there are still places in which people blame things on witches and warlocks. Several years ago I heard about an incident somewhere in Africa. A man had killed his brother. He claimed that he had killed a turtle, but a witch had transformed the dead turtle into his brother. Raidra (talk) 01:16, May 22, 2015 (UTC)
 * The quality looks good even though it's a picture and not a scan. I like your interpretation. You really made the creature look monstrous and otherworldly, as it should. Raidra (talk) 00:14, May 27, 2015 (UTC)

Re: Memorial Day
It was okay. We mostly stayed home.

--Mmpratt99 deviantart (talk) 05:02, May 27, 2015 (UTC)



Stop the presses!
This morning I realized that there was something you might want to do before continuing to write your jinx story. One of the documentaries in ESPN's 30 for 30 series is a film called Catching Hell about the hatred displayed toward Steve Bartman. You see, several years ago the Chicago Cubs were in the playoffs with the Florida Marlins (now the Miami Marlins) to see who would go on to the World Series. The Cubs were leading in Game 6 (out of a best of seven series) when several Cubs fans, including a fellow named Steve Bartman, reached out to catch a ball that Cubs player Moises Alou was chasing. Bartman was the one who caught the ball. The play should have been ruled fan interference, which I think would have meant the batter would have been out, but instead it was ruled a home run. The Marlins went on to score eight runs in that inning. Bartman got the blame for the tide turning. Cubs fans started chanting obscenities, making death threats, and throwing food and drink at him, and he had to be escorted out of the ball park by a number of security guards to ensure his safety - all because he caught a baseball. The Cubs lost that game and Game 7. People ignored facts like there were numerous people reaching for the ball, the Cubs gave up numerous runs in that inning, and it was Game 7, not Game 6, that cost the Cubs the chance at a World Series trip. I'm not attacking the Cubs or their fans in general because unfortunately a lot of teams have fans that can react so venomously. I do condemn any fans who act so hatefully, though. I thought, "Wow, it would suck to be the embodiment of a curse," but in all seriousness the film is a fascinating yet disturbing look at scapegoating. I had to turn away a couple times, though that might not be saying much because I wear my squeamishness on my sleeve. In any case, you should see this film before finishing your story. Hopefully you can watch in on-line, rent it somewhere, or catch it (no pun intended) on TV.

As for the picture, wow, it's creepy as all-get-out! Good job! Raidra (talk) 19:52, May 30, 2015 (UTC)
 * WDon't worry about it. I just don't want you to be too hard on yourself.  I'm sorry to hear about your headache.  I'm a headache sufferer myself, though thankfully I'm not one of those extreme cases you hear about.  I might have them a couple times a month.  In any case, hopefully you can get that situation worked out all right.  I wonder how many other May 15 birthdays there are on here? Raidra (talk) 01:39, June 9, 2015 (UTC)

It's a sad thing when children are scared of their parents. As far as crazy merry-go-rounds go, I know how things can go. You think you've recovered from something, and then something happens that tears the scars open again, and you realize that you hadn't recovered like you thought you had after all. Raidra (talk) 18:12, June 9, 2015 (UTC)
 * I didn't have a great morning, but overall I'm doing well. Thanks!


 * I've read a book on Japanese mythology and folklore, and the interesting thing is there were tales that were just horrifying and then there were some that were really moving. I might write a pasta about it one day. Raidra (talk) 22:27, June 9, 2015 (UTC)

Bummer. There have been a couple times in my life when I've had what I'd describe as a moving blind spot. A small part of the picture I was looking at would suddenly disappear, and then it would reappear and another spot would disappear. Both times this was accompanied by nausea and vomiting, so it must have been a symptom of something (I should note that the second time it happened Mom took me to Urgent Care and I was diagnosed as having a bout of bronchitis and sinusitis). I hope it clears up. As for the stories, I'll let you know when I post something. Well, it's time for supper! Take care! Raidra (talk) 23:21, June 9, 2015 (UTC)
 * I think it's likely. If nothing else get some of those Ensure or Boost drinks so you get some nutrients.  As we discovered when my late father was sick, you can also mix melted ice cream with those.  If you have a blender or one of those handheld electric mixers, you can mix ice cream and soda to make a slushy drink, or else make your own smoothies and milkshakes.  I don't know that it's the best diet, but it'll be more substantial than just soda pop.  Try to get some rest too. Raidra (talk) 16:10, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Did the cat's scream transform her, or was she just looking for an excuse to transform? ;-) Raidra (talk) 16:56, June 10, 2015 (UTC)
 * Well, that's why before you choose a pet, you should spend some time with it to see if it's right for you.


 * There's a line between being aware and being paranoid, but I think you were just being aware of your surroundings, which is good. In my college self-defense classes they thought us to be aware of our surroundings, so I joked, "I'm not paranoid; I'm just aware!"


 * Happy birthday! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCl71FnNECQ Raidra (talk) 22:32, June 11, 2015 (UTC)

I'll have to watch it later. There are a lot of things I want to do on the computer tonight. Raidra (talk) 22:52, June 11, 2015 (UTC)
 * Do you mean backgrounds in your artwork, or giving characters in stories backgrounds? Raidra (talk) 22:05, June 16, 2015 (UTC)
 * I don't know if this will help, but in one of my art classes we learned about perspective and how to use backgrounds to indicate distance. The idea is to indicate distance by making things in the foreground larger, darker, and clearer and things in the background smaller, lighter, and less clear.  The farther back you go, the smaller, lighter, and hazier things get.  I've also heard it suggested that when you color a picture, you should color the background first so you can get an idea of how the rest of the picture will look, but I don't always do that. Raidra (talk) 15:49, June 17, 2015 (UTC)

I've been having trouble loading and watching videos. Could you please describe these videos to me? Please be tactful with the Richard Lopez one (since there's apparently inappropriate content). In any case, I'm glad I could be of some help. Raidra (talk) 23:51, June 18, 2015 (UTC)
 * Yikes! That is horrifying!  Several years ago I remember someone writing in to a magazine asking why it was that a lot of celebrities had people to answer their mail, guards, and whatnot, and the columnist pointed to the then-recent incident with Paula Abdul.  An insane Paula Abdul fan (which I think was also named Paula, but I may be misremembering) went to Abdul's house (I think she was away at the time), parked in the driveway, and shot herself to death.  There was also an incident a few years ago in which someone attacked Drake Hogestyn (an actor most noted for playing John Black on Days of Our Lives).  The story was that his character had seemingly been killed, so when Drake was seen in public, this guy thought that Drake/John had had his corpse possessed, so he went to his home and attacked him to try to "physically exorcise the devil" from him.  It's all scary stuff, and it's sad that dangerous, unbalanced people give the impression that celebrities need a barrier between themselves and the fans/public.  Thank you for telling me yourself because I'd rather hear something like that from a live person who can be tasteful, yet still convey the horror rather than from a cold, hard video. Raidra (talk) 18:41, June 19, 2015 (UTC)

Have you read the two-part graphic novel Maus by art spiegelman? It's an intense work that's very disturbing in places, yet moving and even humorous in others. It's about Art interviewing his father, Vladek, about his experiences during the Holocaust, all while Vladek has issues with health and family relationships. At one point Art comes over to visit and Vladek is moody. Artie leaves him alone and visits with his step-mother, Mala. Mala tells him that Vladek might be upset because he found and read a copy of a three or four page story that he did about the suicide of Anya, Art's mother and Vladek's first wife. It was called "Prisoner on Hell Planet" and describes how Art felt that some family members/friends blamed him for his mother's death (He was visiting a girlfriend when Anya killed herself). One of them even confronted him at the funeral and told him, "So now you cry! It's better you cried when your mother was alive!" :-0 There were also some who gave well-wishes while still giving the impression that they blamed him. Luckily for Artie, Mala and even Vladek were more sympathetic. Mala told him that she nearly fainted when she read the story because it was so personal, but that Art's descriptions of the funeral and its aftermath were accurate. Vladek later told him it was good that he got it out of his system, so at least Art had some support. Let me know if you plan to read it because I have some annotations that I made in case I lent anyone my copy.

I know from experience how tempting it can be to dodge one's problems by getting immersed in something, but that doesn't fix the problem; it just puts it off for a while. Only by dealing with our problems can we move through them. Just admitting you have something eating you is a step in the right direction because some people just keep acting like everything's fine, that it's only other people who have problems, and meanwhile they're being eaten alive. Have you tried finding a support group, either in your community or on-line? Remember, I'm praying for you. That may sound like a dodge, but believe me, it's not. Raidra (talk) 16:57, June 20, 2015 (UTC)
 * Parents who mistreat and abuse their children are committing a terrible sin. Ephesians 6:4 says, "And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord."  Parents are supposed to respect, love, nurture, and guide their children, not antagonize them.  I've also heard of a passage in the Talmud that stresses mercy in disciplining children.  According to that, if you strike a child for disciplinary reasons then you should do so only with a shoelace.  In my opinion any parent who twists Scripture to try to justify child abuse of any sort is doing the equivalent of burning down a church.


 * Have you ever noticed that sometimes in anime creatures continuously move their mouths up and down while talking regardless of what they're saying? I don't know if that's how it was originally, or if the people dubbing the voices for the American audience just stopped caring whether or not the words matched the lip movements.  Sometimes the creatures are talking, but their mouths stay closed the whole time.  Weird. Raidra (talk) 20:35, June 21, 2015 (UTC)