Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5497846-20151124204745

Hello, readers. I honestly cant tell you why I'm writing this. I'm extremely paranoid, and creepypastas freak me out. I guess I could say I'm writing this because I want to share this story with the people who do enjoy getting scared.

So this started a few weeks ago. I'm a high school student, and there was a dance. I'm honestly not a very social person either, but I have a few friends who badgered me constantly until I gave in.

So of course, they ignored me the whole night.

As I was sitting by myself at a table, a girl began walking toward me. She had black hair and brown eyes, and she was wearing a simple black dress and red lipstick.

"Hey," she said, sitting next to me.

"Hi," I said.

"Um, listen...," she began quietly. "Do you like creepypasta?" I opened my mouth to respond with a very firm "Hell no" when I thought about how I'd look like a loser sitting all alone.

"Sure," I said. The girl smiled almost frantically, and I saw that she had lipstick on her teeth. She pulled out and iPad and entered a passcode, then began tapping the screen.

"That's cool, because I wrote one, and I was looking for someone's opinion," she said. I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. She wanted me to read a creepypasta. Crap.

I reluctantly took the tablet and began to read. Luckily for me, she wasn't a very good writer. The story was about a girl who began to hear "little whispers" in her head. First, the voices kept whispering the word "pins" and she began vomiting small pins. Then the voices whispered "screws" and she began vomiting up small screws. The story continued like that for a while, with the vomited items becoming bigger each time.

Then the story changed. The whispers then said things like "chickens" and "cows". Each day, the girl woke up covered in blood and feathers and fur, and there were stories in the news about mutilated animals.

Then the whispers began saying "End it" and the girl constantly tried to commit suicide. After several failed attempts, the story just ended with one single sentence; "Pass it on".

"'Pass it on'?" I said when I finished. "Is it supposed to be a chain message or something?"

"Oh, no," she said nervously. "I don't know why I did that."

"It's pretty good," I lied, and she smiled her lipstick-y smile again. She stood up and left, and I sat at the table until the end of the dance. That night, as I fell asleep, I thought I heard a little voice whisper "It's passed on."

I woke up the next day feeling strangely queasy. I ran into the bathroom and puked into the toilet. I moved to flush it, but I stopped when I saw a red streak. I looked into the bowl and spotted a small pin.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2657,2714,0,0]}">"There's no way...," I assured myself. "I'm being crazy."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2716,2772,0,0]}">I ran into the living room and over to my little sister.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2774,2827,0,0]}">"Did you drop anything into the toilet?" I asked her.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2829,2847,0,0]}">"Gross," she said.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2849,2903,0,0]}">"No, I mean did you drop a toy or something in there?"

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2905,2969,0,0]}">"No, but I flushed my sewing kit," she told me. " I suck at it."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2971,3054,0,0]}">"Oh, okay," I said, breathing a sigh of relief in my mind. "So that's what it was."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3056,3333,0,0]}">"What?" she asked, but I just shook my head and went back upstairs. I spent the rest of the day trying to find out who the girl at the dance was, but none of my friends knew her from school, so I gave up. That night I fell asleep with the word "screws" bouncing around my head.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3335,3942,0,0]}">The next day I went into panic mode when, sure enough, there were a few large screws in my vomit. I told my parents, but my dad told me that junk that stupid people flush sometimes rises up from the pipes, and that soothed my nerves a bit. It also helped over the next few days, when I found nails, shards of glass, and razor blades. I quickly became extremely paranoid, and my mother finally noticed that something was wrong. She took me to the hospital, and they did an x-ray. They said that nothing was wrong, but I knew they were wrong. I could hear the voices whispering now. Always whispering. Always.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3944,4032,0,0]}">They kept me overnight for observation, but I knew it wouldn't help. The voices said so.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4034,4379,0,0]}">But the next day I woke up without vomiting, so I got to go home. I began to stay in my room, shut away and always on edge. No cows, no chickens, please. But one day I woke up covered in blood and feathers. I washed up and got dressed silently. I knew that there was no use in telling anyone. the voices were right, they couldn't help me anyway.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4381,4558,0,0]}">The voices and the murders and the stories about missing animals continued in earnest. Eventually, the dead animals became dead people. I lost a lot of weight and became quiet.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4560,4755,0,0]}">Worst of all, I knew that the creepypasta girl was gone. She didn't go to our school, and I didn't even really know if she existed. She was probably just voices, too. The voices were everywhere.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4757,4931,0,0]}">I begged and pleaded with them, the voices. Please, please leave, I want to be alive. I don't want to die, please leave. When I had finished my pleas, I heard it. End it.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4933,5031,0,0]}">"No, no, please no! Please make it stop!" I screamed, but all I heard was those words. End it.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5033,5182,0,0]}">Then I understood it, it was the only way. Ending it would end the voices. They'd go away. I pulled open the window and jumped out without a thought.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5184,5242,0,0]}">I woke up in the hospital. It didn't work. It didn't work!

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5244,5300,0,0]}">I had a visitor, they said. It was her. The voices girl.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5302,5363,0,0]}">She smiled her lipstick smile, but there wasn't any lipstick.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5365,5420,0,0]}">"Do you hear them all the time?" she asked. "Even now?"

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5422,5489,0,0]}">"Make them go away, I don't want to die," I begged. Yes you do.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5491,5575,0,0]}">"You haven't figured it out yet?" she asked. "Pass it on. You remember reading it?"

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5577,5628,0,0]}">"Yeah, why?" I asked. She's tricking you again.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5630,5701,0,0]}">"That's how you get them to go away. You have to pass it on," she said.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5703,5720,0,0]}">"Really?" No.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5722,5966,0,0]}">"Yes," she said. "I had them too. At the dance I was vomiting razor blades. The blood was all over my mouth and my teeth. I had to get rid of it. The person who sent me the story said you couldn't get rid of them. You have to pass them on."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5968,6040,0,0]}">"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. ''She wanted you to die. So do you.''

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6042,6102,0,0]}">'So you couldn't pass it back," she said. "I have to leave."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6104,6341,0,0]}">For the next couple of days, I was kept on suicide watch. My parents told me how they loved me, how they didn't want me to be sad or die, but the voices told me they were lying. I wanted to die, to end it, but I couldn't. I had to do it.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6343,6574,0,0]}">So when I was released. I went up to my room, to my computer. I was feeling inspired. I wrote a whole story, then I knew that I would be fine. The voices would be gone at last. Thank you, thank God. They're going away now. Goodbye.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6576,6592,0,0]}">PASS IT ON......

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<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6576,6592,0,0]}">Please leave help and suggestions! <ac_metadata title="I&#039;d like some advice on my story."> </ac_metadata>