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This is my second try in writing a creepypasta. I'm just hoping I finally get this thing right, and hopefully to get this story as an article. But first I'm needing some feedback. Enjoy!

Psychic Baby Project

My name is Elson White. Me and my colleague, Charles Giver, are conducting an experiment we entitled the Psychic Baby Project for our finals. Currently this is just a rough draft for keeping records for our experiments, and thus is not yet a full thesis. More data would be added the sooner we get through our project.

The Psychic Baby Project is aimed to perceive if ever a mother’s thoughts does have some control over the development of the baby during her pregnancy. This is to put a closure to the myth that the human mind is a factor in the development of a fetus, which is known by some as “pinaglihi”.

I promise to you that all facts to be listed are of truth and not our own conclusions. Data and recordings may change during the course of our experiments, and we may disclose some information that be deem too morally complex. But please pardon me if I sometimes become too “artistic” in my recordings.

Day 1

Things didn’t really start well for me and Charlie. We only have a month to pass our semestral project, or we risk failing our subject in paediatrics. We all have to do everything to be a doctor.

Unfortunately, we had ourselves a bit of a mental block. Both of us haven’t thought of any good ideas for experiments. All the good ideas have already been taken. But Charlie, being a resistant prick, wasn’t going down that easily. He always comes out with the better ideas that saved our asses from time to time. After some time digging up records and getting high in our dorms, Charlie finally had an idea.

“Hey, why not make an experiment about pregnant people. I mean, we are in paediatrics anyways.”

To be honest, I didn’t like the sound of it and I immediately disagreed. I never liked making experiments with people; they’re not like mice or frogs, especially pregnant ones. But Charlie still insisted. He got this idea of experimenting if the human mind does control a fetus’ development or not, and he admits that this experiment bullshit is inspired by his addiction of Assassin's Creed.

I told Charlie to rid of that idea, because it’s too expensive, we had no volunteers, we only have a month, and it’s highly immoral. But Charlie still insisted, and in the end, I lost. Charlie has always been the smart one; the magna cum laude, and he has never failed an experiment, no matter how surrealistic it is. Me on the other hand, I’m just a mouse riding on his back.

Days 2-10

“Hey El, how’s it hanging?” Jenna said which caught me off guard. I didn’t know that Charlie was going to find a pregnant (and sane) volunteer for the project, and even if he did I didn’t expect it to be her. Charlie knows I and Jenna had a relationship before, and it made me want to rip his throat out. But Charlie insisted that she was all she can find, and that she was the one who insisted to him in the first place. I knew Charlie was a big asshole from time-to-time, but this was just off the hook.

“I’m fine Jen,” I replied. Jenna and I used to date months ago before. We had a wonderful relationship, and I loved her for the rest of my university life. But like all good things, we split up, because College life is Hell to those like us. I was then surprised to find out that she was pregnant, and the father is rumoured to be in Harvard. Seeing her like this gave me chills in my back.

“The hell are you doing here anyway? Do you even know what we’re going to do?”

“S’okay El, Charlie is going to pay me anyway, and I kinda needed it too. And besides, he also gave me a place in your project, and it would really help me get pass through the semester.”

“How long is the baby due then?”

“It’s actually going to come out next month. And I can’t wait for it really.”

Talking to her gave me a big sigh of relief. She was always the strong girl, and was perfectly independent, which is the reason why I loved her. To see her like this, in a fragile state, makes me want to help her more than what Charlie can give. She always had that special pro-life hippie beliefs in her, and is the reason why she never went through abortion.

<p class="MsoNormal">We started the experiment by 3 pm. We secured a place in the campus, near our dorms. We laid down Jenna to this big hospital bed, and strapped wires to her huge as fuck belly. We also connected some to her head and vibrated her a little, to stimulate her neurons and get some results. We recorded everything from brain activity to blood pressure, and we continued the process for a few days more. Sadly there have been no changes in development, and i hope it stays that way.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 11

<p class="MsoNormal">Things were going smoothly, and there have been no abnormal activities, till now that is. Sadly it was me who felt it. I don’t know if it was just me being too paranoid and scared that something might happen to Jenna, but it was a really fucked up day and I was really tired.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was noon, and we just have finished our lunch. After doing the same processes to Jenna, we all took an afternoon break to rest. Jenna was sleeping in her bed, and I was resting on my office chair just beside her. I swear I didn’t take any drugs or whatever during that time. But I swear to God I heard a small little chirping.

<p class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t a bird, or flimsy metal, but it came inside the room. It persisted until I got myself alert. The chirping got louder, before finally sprouting words and talking to me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello Elson,” the voice said. I looked around to see who said that. The voice was demonic and dragging, and hearing it gave me the goose bumps and I was frozen in my chair. I tried my best to be reasonable, and though that Charlie maybe pranking me.

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Whatsamatter Elson, I’m right here man. Come closer so we can talk,”'' the demonic voice said. It freaked me out that time. I felt my heart pumping, and every breathing felt like drowning. The more my mind focused on the fear gripping me, i found out that the voice somehow came from Jenna’s womb.

<p class="MsoNormal">I froze there, staring at Jenna’s belly, anxious if the voice is going to speak again, or I might just be going crazy.

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Listen Elson, there’s no time. Grab something and cut this bitch open so I can get out. Hurry!”'' At that time I just bolted away to the door and leaned my back on it.

<p class="MsoNormal">But then the whole place started shaking. The windows started slamming itself repeatedly, the lights flickered out, and the door suddenly pushed me away, and it started talking too. It opened and closed in a specific pace, like it was some talking mouth. ''“Come on Ely, don’t be a pussy! Please! I can’t breathe here! I’m suffocating! Please!”''

<p class="MsoNormal">I suddenly let out a scream before running away into the stairs. I accidentally bumped Charlie and spilled his coffee on him. He, in return, scolded me for being unprofessional during the experiment. I tried to tell him about what happen and he said that maybe I was just getting too much caffeine, and also of being a wuss in regards to Jenna.

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe Charlie was right. I am going a little bit mad of this. We continued the experiments, and started taking some pills to calm me down. The voice never came back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 13

<p class="MsoNormal">It was already deep in the evening when I came to my room after doing some prolonged research in the library. I was already tired, and didn’t have time to eat dinner. Charlie is already nearing the completion of the project at that time, tying up loose ends so we can finally pass it. and I was in bed ready to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, I heard a faint crying outside. I ignored it first but that crying became louder and louder. It wasn’t any cries I’ve heard of before. It was coarse and disturbing, and it gets louder by every minute. It felt inhuman and insentient, and it scared me.

<p class="MsoNormal">Though hesitantly, I got up and went outside. I walked slowly, careful not to tip anyone I was there. Fear was already in me, and I couldn’t even swallow a spit as I walk. The campus was well-lit, and the cries were there echoing through the halls. As I went further, suddenly, someone grabbed from the back that made me fall down.

<p class="MsoNormal">I panicked, and instantly kicked whatever was on top of me. I managed to pick myself up, and saw a silhouette lying on the dark floor, raising its hands towards me. By instinct, I kicked it hard on the side that made it roll away. I was going to kick it some more, until it made a huge yelp.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mamaaaaaaa!!!!”

<p class="MsoNormal">I grabbed my pocket flashlight and there I saw a small naked fat man lying on the floor jerking and crying. I recognize the face to be my Social Science professor; an old bearded man by the name of Dr. Polanski. But as I look closer, the old man was there crying with tears flowing through his cheeks and snot coming from his nose. He started spitting and drooling, and he swiped his hands in the air while his legs kick back and forth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Messed up as it was, I still approached to help him up. But the moment I laid my hand on him, he suddenly went berserk and bit my hand down. I yelled in pain, and the old man just won’t let go and started shaking it wildly. I kicked him in the head again, and used my foot as leverage to finally get my hand out. The old bastard ripped through the skin of my hand, and I was scared shitless. The old man continued wailing around, crying and whining, the sound of it so disturbing and creepy that I finally ran away into the school court.

<p class="MsoNormal">But as I got there, I see it’s not just the halls which were haunted. There was also screaming and crying in the courtyard. I managed to see some people, but they too were lying in the dirt, drooling and crying, and their cries were horrible. There were so many of them, just there lying, and it made me stop. I was horrified of what was happening, I didn’t know what to do. Some of those lying around tried to grab my leg, but I backed myself up on the wall and watched.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, just beside me I saw Charlie, walking slowly towards me. I shouted at him to get his attention, and was really glad to have seen him. But then he suddenly looked at me, with tears coming out from his red eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mama, I poo-poo,” he said, before suddenly urinating and defecating himself and the shit came out from his pants. Charlie started crying hysterically like a toddler, before falling down jerking his limbs. He tried to get back up, but he fell down quickly and continued on crying.

<p class="MsoNormal">Shocked and breathless, I finally got to my senses and ran back to my dorm. I locked the room and windows, and I hid myself under the blankets of my bed. As I laid my eyes on the windows, I saw that it wasn’t just my college who was sick. I also heard cries and whines from the outside; the whole of the town. I looked at my cell phone to get to Jenna, but there was no signal.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come out Ely,” the voice said to me coming out of nowhere. I hid my head under the pillows to drive it off. ''“Come on now Ely. Don’t be a pussy. You know you can’t stay there forever. It’s fun in here, and I have all your friends.”''

<p class="MsoNormal">Trouble with voices, is that even if you get rid of your ears, they’ll still be there. Having had enough, I grabbed my whole glass of sleeping pills and chugged it all down. I wasn’t going anywhere.

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Fine then Ely. It doesn’t matter. Soon I’ll be getting out of here, and I’m going to find you, just be ready for me,” ''It said before laughing maniacally at my head, bouncing it off through my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then... the electricity shut down.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 29

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s been days since that incident. There was no electricity, and no words from anybody. The whole town has been silent, the screams and cries have been gone for some time. The voice hasn’t bothered me for some time too, but yet I couldn’t shake it from my head. I was alone in my dorm, still locked up from the outside world. I’m scared of going out there, and I’ve been trying to get that incident out of my head. Scared shitless, with no food and anything else anymore, I have to get out of here when the time comes, but my legs don’t have the courage to take me outside.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, my cell phone started ringing. It wasn’t a call, and I know it’s a text message. Though weak and shaking, I tried my best to get up to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Elson, where are you? I’ve been trying to get to you but there was no signal. Please, where are you? I don’t have anything left and I think the baby’s going to come out soon. Please, I’m in the lab, you have to help me quick,”

<p class="MsoNormal">The message came from Jenna. The thought of her and what we did to her baby made me know this is a trick to get me out of my room. Those voices, and those crazy sick people, I know I’ve created a monster. I went back to my chair, and was hoping to starve myself to death. I was going to die anyways, and I was alone. But the more I sat there, epiphany besotted me, and I knew I have to do something. I have to clean up what I did.

<p class="MsoNormal">I finally got the strength to come out of my dorm. I first went to the security office, and there I managed to pick a pistol. I hid it under my sleeve, and began my trek to the lab.

<p class="MsoNormal">I walked pass decomposing corpses. The sick people probably died of exposure and shit. Died while looking for their mama or anyone to take care of them. The closer I get to my lab, the more hesitant my legs in moving. I was a pussy, and because of it I got Jenna in this situation. I don’t know if she really is alive, but I hope she’s safe.

<p class="MsoNormal">I slowly opened the door of my lab, the creaking sound echoed through the empty silence room. Xenophobic dread was in me, making me feel sick, faint, and dying. The place was still intact, though too dusty and shabby due to neglect. The lights started to turn on, and beeping from the computer came in. I saw Jenna sleeping on the bed. I ran up to her, and her face was still red with life. I checked her pulse, and see if she was breathing. She looked fine, and I was relieved to know she was still alive.

<p class="MsoNormal">I started ripping away the cables, and was going to pick her up and get her away from this place. But suddenly, a squirt of blood hit me in the face that made me back away from her. Her belly started churning and moving. Jenna suddenly woke up and yelled in pain at her belly. I cried at her, to keep her calm, but she kept on shouting loud with her eyes bulging and tongue sticking out. Her cries were horrible, and I can’t bear to watch. I couldn’t do anything to save her. God himself ain’t doing squat!

<p class="MsoNormal">Her belly suddenly busted open. Blood squirted in and out, and Jenna’s head fell down dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nooooooo!” I yelled in anguish. I wish I didn’t saw that, I wish I was dead. I couldn’t help to see her in a state like this, and it made me kneel down sick. Fingers started crawling out from her belly, which started to rip her belly in two. A person was inside, trying to get out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wiping my tears of my cheeks, I ready my pistol just in case, rage besetting me like a disease. The fingers on the other hand, did its trick, and the person managed to rip itself away from Jenna’s womb. It stretched and flexed its muscles, before yawning and whining in pain. Then it stood up, and walked down towards the floor, blood still dripping, and it smelled like raw menstrual blood. It had a body of a full grown woman, albeit it didn’t have any skin and was all pure red muscle. It also had no hair and no lips, and its eyes stared at me like freak. I was a horrible mess; a monster, and I have to kill it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I clutched my pistol, and was ready to take aim, but then it started talking, and its voice was familiar to me like family. “Hello dad,” she said while waving her hand like a girl.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What?” I yelled. Her voice sounded like Jenna, and it made me froze.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry for what happened to mom. She was really sick. Anyways, I’m your daughter Dad. You and Jenna created me 9 months ago.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I was speechless, crowned like a jester with no punch lines. I was broken, falling to my feet, sick and was in despair. Demented, I thought of killing myself with the pistol. My mouth was still open in shock, but the more I focus my eyes to her, I see that she has the same eyes that I have. Then I remember, about me and Jenna having a good time before finally leaving each other. I did love her, and I love her so much. The pistol was still in my palm, and my mind was conflicting to what I should do.

<p class="MsoNormal">The girl on the other hand, came to me and hugged me tight. She is a sweet young girl. She whispered to my ear, “We need to get out of here dad. It’s just us now, and the world needs us to repopulate it. To finally start something new.”

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Her voice drowned my fear. I felt stronger and more responsible, and I love her and Jenna for that. I was torn, and now I don't know what to do, but I gotta do it. <ac_metadata title="Psychic Baby Project"> </ac_metadata>