Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31538144-20170317115058

My first atempt at a creepypasta. English is my 2 language so I am trying to study up on grammatics. But I have spendt way too much time on this short story, as much fun as I had typing it down at first I have just eddited it over and over so much that I dont know if its any good. Not sure if I should try and write another or work more on expanding this one, and where to start if I want to improve to try and write a new one. Any feedback would be nice.

Hello, I dont know why I am posting this. Maybe its because I can feel myself slipping, my mind is dying, beeing slowly disolved into nothingness. Maybe its because I want to leave a footprint on this world before I die, before I dissapear.

I guess I will start from the top telling a little about myself. My name is Markus, born and raised in Norway. I`m a short guy only 1.7meters tall with a thick viking beard, but also quite muscular with wide shoulders despite beeing chubby from the lack of exercise.

I am 29 years old, never had a girlfriend and have been struggling with depression and paranoia ever since I got bullied in grade school. My mom was a single parent working 3 jobs just to keep a roof over my head until I turned 18 then she threw me out to live my own life.

I have no job, due to my social issues. Unemployed and generally a shutin loner with no friends. Spending my time just trying to get through the day.

Anyways I dont have much time I need to get my story out there. To warn you, so you dont dissapear like me, so heres my story.

I woke up in a dark room tied to some kind of chair, a light shining down above me casting a perfect circle of light about 5 meters wide around me. I tried to see past the border of the light but my eyes couldnt adjust to the darkness.

My body feeling cold and hollow, a feeling of desperation starting to grow inside of me. How did I get here, what happened? The last thing I remember was going to bed after watching some youtube videos my pc while eating pizza. My doors and windows are allways locked during the night, and I am a light sleeper that wakes up at the slightest sound. There is no way anyone could abduct me without breaking in and waking me up.

I start to panic when I notice my body growing colder and colder despite beeing fully clothed. Hoody, jeans, shoes, I am even wearing my glasses.My entire body completely numb to any sensation other then a empty floating coldness.

A sudden sound from somewhere in the dark makes me jump, it sounds like footsteps. Someone is slowly walking towards me. I try to yell for help at the top of my longues but I cant hear my own voice, I yell as hard as I can but nothing. I cant even feel the vibration of my vocal chords.

The footsteps grow closer and closer, and I can see movement in the dark just outside of the cone of light. Its a person, a earily familiar person. My panic dissapears due to this weird sense of familiarity, I have no idea who this person is or why I suddenly feel safe, but I feel as if this person would never harm me. The person steps out into the light calmy and slowly, a cold horrifying freezing sensation hits me deep in the core of my chest. Its me, I am watching myself. My face, my clothes, even my body language.How is this possible? Is this a joke? Confusion completely paralyses my ability to think, this doesnt make any sense, have I finaly gone completely mad?

The person looking like me stops about 3 meters in front of me and open his mouth. "Hello Markus, long time no see" I freak out, thats my voice! He is speaking with my voice! Not the voice other people hear, I have heard recordings of my own voice before. He speaks with the voice I hear inside my own head when I talk. I try to talk back at him but still, no sound. "Its pointless to try and talk" he says, "You silenced me years ago, you refused to listen to me. I am merely returning the favor". I wriggle against my restraints to try and get free, only to realise there are no restraints. I am sitting on a chair completely normal, arms down my sides, only able to move my head and torso. The man posing as me looks at me with pity and sadness, "How I wish things were different, if only you would have listened. We could have had a good life together. But you forced me into a dark corner of your mind, now you are the one beeing trapped in the dark corner of your mind". A tear slowly drips down his cheek, "Doing this hurts me more then you, but you are wasting our life. You are heading down a self destructive path, and I cant let you do this to us anymore". Suddenly I understand what is happening, its as if I allready knew it but my fear and panic prevented me from realising it. He is me, he is my conscience. The voice of reason, compassion and love that I havent listened to for countless years due to my depression and paranoia. My conscience speaks up again after wiping away his tears, "Sorry, but I will be taking over from here on. I will be changing our life around. Leave it to me, everything will be ok".

He is struggling with breathing, his voice breaking up filled with sadness and sorrow. As if he would break down and cry at any time.

"Sadly, I cant have you hurting us anymore. So you will have to stay here. Dont worry I will live our life for the both of us". He turns around and starts runing as if leaving me here is the most difficult thing he has ever done, his footsteps dissapearing immediately the moment he is out of the light.

I`m stuck, I sit there waiting for what feels like days. I have no way to tell time, there are no windows, no sounds, no anything other then me stuck to this chair. I grow impatient, I try to do anything I can to get free, to move. But its hopeless, I am stuck in this limbo. I franticly try shaking my head and torso, trying to feel something, make a sound. I even try to bite my own tongue but I cant feel it. I cant feel my mouth, cant feel or hear anything. The only thing I can feel is the cold floating sensation runing through my body.

Going crazy from this isolation, I start using my imagination to try and escape. I try replaying the tv shows I have watched in my head, I try to sing songs to myself in my mind. Only to realise I cant, I can barely remember anything. My mind and thoughts starts slipping away from me.

I stop thinking. Thinking is impossible. This floating sensation is enjoyable, it reminds me that I excist. That I am alive. I spend my time enjoyng the feeling of floating, I can feel myself slowly floating in cold darkness. Am I sleeping? What happened to the light? Wait my eyes are closed, how long have they been closed? I lean my head backwards and open my eyes, I see a faint light far above me in the darkness. I look around me seeing things as if I see them for the first time in my life. I have spendt so long sitting here I forgot what it was like to see.

A memory pops into my head, the conversation I had with my conscience. The circle of light was bright and clear, now its dim and small. Crazy thoughts starts floating around in what is left of my mind, he acused me of trapping him. He said he had done the same to me, I realise something. He had escaped! If I trapped him and he espaced then there must be some way for me to get out of here as well!

I start thinking hard, my head feels like its going to explode. I cant think, think dammit think, your life depends on it! This darkness is death! I want to live! A burst of heat inside my head, I get dissy and theres dots flickering in my eyes. Yes a sensation! A feeling other then cold! I try to focus on the heat despite feeling as if I am going to die from burning.

Leaning my head backwards again I stare into the bright light above me, focusing on it. The more I focus on it the more I feel a warm intense heat slowly filling my body replacing the cold, its getting brighter. I feel like I am dying, burning alive while the light is absorbing me. But I dont care, I would rather die then spend another second in this place.

I wake up in my bed, I jerk around before sitting up. "Honey are you okey?" I hear a voice say besides me. I look around, this isnt my room, this isnt my bed. Looking to my left I see a blonde woman laying in the bed with me. She is in her 30`s, tall and slender and extremely attractive. I look to my right, theres a bedstand with a alarm clock on it, the clock says its 5am. He really did it, he took over my life. He turned it around, how long was I gone? What happened? My head feels like exploding, trying to stay calm using all the willpower II can muster I say in a shaky voice "just a nightmare, I got a horrible headache". The woman sits up in the bed besides me, "awww honey are you ok?". She puts her hand on my shoulder and I panic, I jerk away from her leaping out of bed completely naked. I look around find a lightswitch, I see one on the wall besides the door to the room, I turn on the light.

Theres a mirror on the wall, but the person in the mirror isnt me. I`m fit, muscles everywhere, my beard is gone. I look younger now then I did before. "Youre scaring me! Whats wrong!" I hear from the bed. In her eyes I must look crazy, she is sitting up tightly gripping the blanket covering herself as if it would protect her from me.

I loose it, my mind cant take this and I snap, I see a window. I open the window, luckily its not far down to the ground, I can easily jump out. I take one more look around the room to see if I can see any clothes or anything usefull. I see a wallet on the nightstand, I grab it and jump out of the window completely naked. The woman screaming something but I cant hear what it is, my mind is a complete mess.

Runing down the street completely naked clenching onto a wallet my head feeling like I am bleeding internally. The old familiar cold feeling is there, floating around in my head. I surpress it and keep runing. I am in way better shape then I have ever been before in my life, my body doesnt even break a sweat so I just keep runing. Houses, trees, a lake, everything flashes away on my sides as I just keep runing. This isnt me, this is not my life. My mind is going blank.

Next thing I know I am sitting on the moss in the middle of a green forrest flowers and berries all over the ground, while the sun is frying my naked body. I am sure to get sunburns but I dont care, I am just happy to feel anything at all. Memories of what happened starts coming back to me, the wallet is still in my fist. Opening it I find a huge amount of cash, a drivers licence in my name and several credit cards. Never in my life have I had this much money, what have the other me been up to while I was gone.

Having gathered my thoughts, I decide to try and find civilisation. I need clothes, I need to find out who I am and how much time has passed. My drivers licence only gives me the date of aproval, january 2017, I clearly remember it was 2015 when he took over my life. 2 years, he stole 2 years from me!

Starting to walk through the woods I try and stay on a straight line so I wont walk in circles, I use the possition of the sun to help me. Not long after I start walking I hear cars and people talking. I reach the edge of the woods hide behind a tree and peak out, a small city full of happy people basking in the sunlight. A few cars driving slowly around with their windows down and kids playing soccer down the streets moving whenever a car would pass. A truly idylic place, but I have no idea where this is.

While looking around I can feel a harsh cold sensation in the back of my head again, harder this time and I hear a voice in my head saying "I wont let you do this! Go back home this instant or else you will regret it!". I have never been good at listening to my conscience anyways, my anger and stuborness helps me to surpress his voice. I see a lady nearly done hanging up clothes to dry in the backyard of a house close to me. Just across the road behind a short fence, I can easily jump that fence. A oportunity to cover my body, shielding it from the sun. Slowly I sneak out from the forrest making sure no cars are coming and nobody sees me. Nearly crawling over the hot concrete road and up towards the fence. Peaking over the fence shes not there, I jump over it sprinting up to the clothes, I grab a pair of black pants and a red sweater that is way to big a size for me.

A scream, she saw me, a naked man stealing clothes. I sprint back to the fence, jump over it and straight back into the woods. Hurridly I put on the sweater and the pants, before I keep walking. I walk in the woods following the road thinking I could find some roadsigns telling me where I am. My feet bleeding as I am still barefoot and keep stepping on sharp rocks and sticks. The voice is back, he warns me "If you wont listen to me I will be forced to stop you. And I wont be so kind this time around. Final warning, turn around and go back home. Give me back control, or I will be forced to end you before you end us both!" A painfull flash of cold pain runs through my entire body nearly bringing my to my knees, but I stay on my feet and keep walking.

I must be looking like a fool, walking barefeet in the woods in baggy clothes 3 sizes to big having to use my hands to keep my pants from falling down. I dont find any roadsigns but I find a truckstop, hunger driving me I walk into the truckstop. Having to tollerate the shame from all the weird looks people was giving me I dont care. In a corner of the truckstop theres a few tables with tall chairs, the kind of chairs they use in a bar. I see one of those pesky hipsters sitting there typing away on his apple computer.

After paying for my food I walk slowly towards the hipster while devouring the baguette I bought, I wipe my mouth and ask him straight out "how much for your pc?". He looks at me like I am crazy with disgust in his eyes, "its not for sale now get away from me before I call the police" he says. I take up my wallet and empty it of all the remaining bills slamming them on the table, "here this is atleast 5 times what its worth, give me it and go buy yourself a new one". The hipster looking at me dumbfounded "ummm ok I guess ummm yes just give me a second to save my files to the cloud". After 5 minutes he hands me his laptop and gives me the password to open it, "thank you" I say and find myself a table of my own.

And here I am, sitting here typing this. I have no idea who I am, what have happened in my life. Sharing this story over the free wifi in a truckstop in god knows where while hearing a slowly growing voice screaming in my head. I can allready feel myself slipping, I dont know if I am going to die, or dissapear or going back to the darkness. But my conscience wont let me chose how to live my life, my choices are made for me, but this is not my life.

Dont ignore your conscience like I did, do something with your life. Be nice to other people, or you just might dissapear like I am about to. Follow your conscience, or else you will die, or worse, spend the rest of your life in cold floating darkness. 