User:Dr. Grapefruit

"Alright. Time to finally make some friends" I thought to myself. Tonight was Halloween, so I decided to throw a giant Halloween extravaganza-type thing, and invited a bunch of people from my high-school. I live in a small town near Tampa in Florida, and rumors spread like wildfire in our neighborhood. So, there's this urban legend named Dr. Grapefruit. Everyone pretty much makes fun of him, well, except me. He's really not all that interesting. The story (As I've heard it numerous times around the internet and at school) goes like this: A scientist was eating a grapefruit while working. His buddy sneaked up behind him and smacked him on the back, thus making him drop his grapefruit into the nuclear waste. The grapefruit grew 4 times its size, and developed a hatred towards his "Owner" and everyone who was a relative/ friend with the scientist. The grapefruit murdered everyone in the laboratory, and he wanted a disguise, but all he could find was a Doctor's uniform. The grapefruit grew three arms; two by it's side, and one giant arm coming from it's giant bite mark on its head. He detached his right arm, and replaced it with a syringe. You can supposedly "Summon" him by sitting on your bedroom floor, putting a grapefruit on top of a stethoscope in the middle of your "group", and saying, "Doctor, oh doctor, your grapefruit is rotting" 2 times. Then during the next 2 weeks, he'll start sending subliminal messages. On the 2nd to last night, he'll try to kill you in your dream. When you wake up, there's supposed to be a grapefruit on your bed or something like that, and then later that night, he kills you, then absorbs your juices so that he doesn't rot. Seems stupid right?

Later that night, around 30 people came to my party. After 3 hours, 20 of them left, leaving me and 10 people. We decided to try and summon Dr. Grapefruit, so we got a grapefruit from the kitchen, along with my mom's stethoscope, and ran upstairs to my room. We gathered in a circle and put the stethoscope and the grapefruit in the middle. "Doctor, oh Doctor, your grapefruit is rotting" We repeated. Eventually, the room fell to silence, and then my television turned on. It started playing a commercial about a local market advertising their new grapefruits. We laughed it off as a minor coincidence, and kept going. We said it again, and then the weirdest thing happened: My friend, Jim, said he felt something sharp poking his arm. Someone else heard someone whisper "But you've already set your appointment, darling". We looked at each other in confusion, and about 10 minutes later, they had to go. "What a weird night" I thought to myself, laying in bed.

The next few days, my friends wouldn't talk to me. Every time they'd see me, they would all just try to escape. I Shrugged it off. As I got home from school, 5 grapefruits sat on my counter. I went to my fridge to see if we had any coca-cola to drink, but all I found was, grapefruit juice...? "What the.." I mumbled under my breath. "My mom doesn't even like grapefruit". As I was doing my homework, I swear that I could hear "thumping", like something heavy lifted up and then dropped every 5 seconds. I remembered that I had new neighbors moving in next door, so I just assumed they were moving a couch or a piano or something. The next 3 days were normal, except on the 4th day, I went home and got on my computer, to find my seat all wet. I blamed it on my sister, whom probably spilled that grapefruit juice that's in there (She's only 4). As I logged on to Google, I noticed my 3 recent searches: "What poisons can you inject humans to kill them, how to live forever", and the one I found most disturbing: "How to kill someone with your hand". I then thought it was just Google trying to play a trick on me. "Nice trick, but it's November 1st. You're a little late..." I said to my monitor. I then got a text message from my friend, Jim. It was a picture. I really wished I hadn't opened it.

The picture was of Jim, dead, covered in blood. He was tied upside-down to his ceiling fan, also with a bite mark in his head. There was a comment with the text. "I swear, there was no other way! We had to operate!". I wanted to throw up. I was OK with seeing blood no problem, but seeing my friend, completely sliced, and all in a bloody mess made me want to faint. I deleted the message thread and decided to stay up all night. Later this week, they all went one by one. I got a message from this mysterious number I didn't know, once every 3 days, all with pictures of the people that were with me when we were summoning Dr. Grapefruit, all with the same treatment: Bloody, sliced open, hanging upside down with a big bite taken out of their heads. But the message for the other ones were different than the 1st one. These ones said "The operation was a success...". I was getting worried. I had chills running down my spine. That night, I felt extra sleepy, knowing that I hadn't slept in 6 days. That night I had the most horrendous nightmare. My town was destroyed. It was cold, and I was alone. I walked downtown, seeing all of the crumbled and torn-down buildings. I heard something behind me. I saw a roundish figure in the corner of my eye, so I stopped. I turned around, but nothing was there. Then, something tackled me and I fell to ground, with the wind knocked out of me. And there he was. Dr. Grapefruit. He was a pale yellow, with pitch black eyes and microscopic red dots as pupils. He had this uncomfortable smile, and he had 2 fangs. His Doctor's uniform was perfectly intact, but it, along with his face, was covered in blood stains. His giant arm pinned me down, as he said these words that I'll never forget: "Young man, don't you worry...". He started to do that creepy grin I was talking about. "I just need a sample... for now". He then laughed, and he raised his syringe. I looked at it in shock, and I then screamed at the top of my lungs. About a split second before he stabbed me, I rose out of my bed. My heart was beating really fast, and I looked around. "Everything is... normal" I muttered. I then got up and got dressed, as I have to work at 3:00 and it's 2:20. I then noticed a note, on top of a fake grapefruit on my nightstand. I picked up the note. It was in dark-red ink, and read in all caps, "YOUR APPOINTMENT HAS BEEN SET. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. -D.G". I then noticed that the tip of my finger had been sliced open, with blood smudged all over my finger. I then realized: That's not red ink: That's MY blood, That night when Jim said he felt something "poke" him, that wasn't his imagination. That number that kept sending me messages of my dead friends, that number spelled out "GRAPEFRUIT". It was him all along. I now know that he's "set our appointments", and he saved me for last.