Who Decided That This was a Good Idea: Stay in the Car and Wait for Authorities Pt 2

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A fuzzy vision of me sitting in the passenger seat of the car heading into a tree briefly flashed within my sight and smacked me right back into reality. My whole body sprung upwards like a heavily wound up Jack-In-The-Box. I shot up from the bed I found myself in, drenched in sweat with my heart was pounding outside of my chest. I was greeted by the officers as well as a nurse and a doctor in royal blue scrubs. “Joey! Jen! Nick! Guys! Where am I? GOD!!-” I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Both officers gently shushed me and gestured me to lay back. They caressed me and rubbed my back and shoulders until I calmed down.

“Shhhhh… Michael it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s over now. I need you to lay back and relax.” The nurse gently pushed against my chest and gestured me to lay back. Both the young officer and sheriff slowly backed away from me and moved to the front of the bed where I could both see them. 

“Why am I in the hospital? What happened? Where are my friends? Were you able to find them?” I couldn’t control myself. Part of my mind told me to stay calm while the other told me that I needed answers. “What happened to me? Where are my friends? Are they alive? Are they…” the solemn looks from everyone described it all.

“Only one of your friends survived the crash, Joseph I bel-” 

“Joey?? Where is he? Can I see him now??? What happened to the rest of my friends? Where are they??” The impact from my injuries forced me to lay back down. Any movement I made the excruciating pain that much worse.

“They died on impact son. Two of your friends were launched quite a distance away from the car due to the mere force of the accident. Th-” 

“Please… I don’t want to hear any more about it. I…” I completely lost myself within my own tears and cried harder than I have ever cried in my entire life. All I could remember was sitting up in the hospital bed, head between knees. The officers stayed by my side the whole entire time, and I am so grateful that they did. 

A few hours later, my mom and dad came. They burst through the doorway of my room. “Michael! Thank god you’re alright… oh my baby!” I could remember my mom crying out as she held me close to her chest. My Dad held me and my mom close together in a massive bear hug. We held each other for what felt like an eternity. The officers stayed sitting in the chairs right in front of the windows. 

“Mom, Dad I’m sorry I-“

“Shhhhhhh it’s alright. It’s alright. There is nothing for you to be sorry for.” My mom interrupted me as she gently stroked my hair. “We’re all just glad that you’re okay.”

“If there anything we can get for you son?” My Dad said as he gently leaned closer to me. My Dad looked solemn, tired. I’ve never seen my Dad like this before, not even when Grandpa died. His hair was disheveled, his gray eyes were bloodshot, and his skin almost colorless.

“No, I’m okay Dad, thanks though.” I nodded, assuring him I was okay. He walked out the door and joined the officers who were sitting in the cafe, which was thankfully down a couple doors from where I was. 

I was in the hospital for a few weeks before I was allowed to go home. Joey was in critical condition for a few days, then slowly started to decline. He died not too long after. His back was broken in four different places, had a punctured lung, eternal bleeding, and had severe brain injury from the impact of his head ramming into the steering wheel. 

I attended all of my friend’s funerals. Each one was back to back to back. It rained for what seemed to be like an eternity. A small monument in the shape of a heart was engraved into a sheet of bedrock that was put on a hill in the cemetery. Like the rain, our tears dropped endlessly. I dropped out of school and moved back home. I just needed time to recover before I could face reality again. What is reality now? I’m starting to question myself. In fact, I’m starting to question if I ever truly made it out of that accident, or if I’m still alive, stuck in some sort of flux in time or space. 

I think I’m still stuck in this nightmare. I really don’t think this is over. I see my dead friends everywhere I go. They stand around and they just stare at me with empty eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I always see this black thing. It’s kind of like a dog or a rat… Another thing is… I haven’t been able to sleep since the accident. The accident was over four months ago, and I still haven’t slept. That’s not humanly possible. I also can’t feel my toes and feet as I walk, and when I do walk I feel like I’m not entirely touching the ground… what’s going on?

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A New Nightmare

1695f403ace239f2cfe559470e186024--heart-of-darkness-creepy-photosMy dearest soulmate and beloved friend…

I am the creator of your biggest nightmares.

Betrayal and lust destroyed this.

You betrayed us all…

You said you would always be there for me no matter what.

You promised that we’d always have each other’s backs.

You told me that you’d stay loyal to me forever… me and only me…

You said you had a special spot saved for me in that ‘heart’ of yours… after I died I saw that you don’t really have a heart.

You disappeared without a trace after I disappeared into the abyss you shoved me into.

Well, I have your ‘heart’ now…. you’re shriveled black hole.

Not a single impression of me has been made upon your ‘heart’. 1eac129b71202885598e54e8a744a07e

I sliced it open just as I did with your neck and skull… you lied to me….

You see what you made me do to you? You shouldn’t have lied… 

You told me we’d be together forever… But, you’re the reason why that promise was broken… You’re the reason why I’m dead. 

Because of me, you’re dead physically, but spiritually you are alive and well. You’re bound to this earth just like me. Now we’ll get to be together forever. You can’t run nor hide…

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The Grove: The Doctor and The Attourney pt 2

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May 25th 2015- I don’t even know what’s going on….

Yes! That is now my header for today’s great clusterfuck of events! One thing lead to another which lead to another and now… and now Joshua is being held in protective custody. No one will tell me anything, not even Steve. I kept pushing the question on Steve and all he could tell me is I don’t know… One minute my brother was in his room, as fine as he can be in this shitty situation. Then the next he is being taken out on the gurney through a pair of double doors which automatically lock whenever someone has walked through them. There are cops and people in white coats everywhere… they took Steve into the double doors too. He struggled. I couldn’t help him. I got up and fell flat on my face. Flat on my face. My ears are ringing and everything is fuzzy.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening………

I need help. I think they gave me something…. The monster of blackness is near…. it took my parents and now it’s going to take me. I feel its hollowed eyes on me. I can see its wide toothy grin with serrated yellow and brown teeth. I can feel its breath on my face. I can feel it looming over my shoulders… this heaviness… I don’t know how much time I have left. I write this as a way to find calm but god dammit it’s not working. The cops and people in white coats are starting to close in around me with syringes and handcuffs… arms drawn. They should just kill me too…. I want to die. Free me from the monster of blackness… save me. save me. svea em. sven ma. me svea. save. me. 

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Who decided that this was a good idea: Call Joey Immediately

3ab7c99ce1a32b4c5c78a2e62eb9cea3 It felt amazing to feel the autumn sun on my skin as I got out of bed and stretched. But, I really needed answers. Why am I so sore? How did I end up here the way I am? Why am I bandaged up? I had a list of questions that went on and on in my head….

I immediately picked up my phone and dialed for Joey. He picked up immediately, thank god. “Hey Mikey! How are you feeling man?”

“I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“Oh yeah… I bet you do!” Joey nervously laughed.

“Errmm- I mean I’m really really hurting man. What the fuck happened last night?” I said impatiently.

We got into a car accident last night, man. There was a raccoon or coyote or something that ran straight across in front of the car and I swerved and hit a tree. It was really, really bad. Jen, Nick, and Jeff got a little bit of a beating, but you got the brunt of it. You We all had to go to the hospital last night. Even I got some scratches and what not.” I could tell that Joey was trying his best to sound calm, even though I could just barely hear how anxious he was by the tone of his voice. “I’m so so so sorry Mikey! I never ever meant for any of this to happen.” He said in a strangled whisper that turned into gentle sobs. 

“Joey, hey hey, don’t worry about it! We can talk more about this after school if you want. Maybe grab some dinner or have a cup of coffee?” 

“Are you sure you’re going to feel up to meeting up?” still gently sobbing.

“I’m pretty sore man, but I’m not dead!” I exclaimed, feeling a hint of worry rise up in my voice. My whole body felt as stiff as a board, heavy as lead, and throbbing like tiny pins and needles pulsating through my whole body. 

“Okay,” He sniffled. “One of my classes was cancelled today, I can grab some stuff and bring it home, is that okay? Jeff, Sandra, Nick, and Jen were going to meet up at Nick’s place later on. We were going to order pizza and play some games on his Xbox. Did you want to come along then too? Only if you feel up to it. The doctor left behind some specific instructions on what you can and cannot do. I left it on your dresser before I headed out for class.” I paused for a second and looked around my room to find the papers.

“Ah, okay I see them.” I glanced over them for a bit, some of the instructions seemed a little off… At first my vision blurred for a bit before I could see the list: Michael A. Johnson, age 21, height 6′ 1”, weight 176 lbs, diagnosis minor concussion with bruising of the ribs, spine, and collar-bone. Care instructions 8-9 weeks of bedrest, laying flat on stomach with little to no lighting. Keep all windows shut at all time and take 4 vicodin in the morning, evening, afternoon, and mid-twilight, never leave the house alone ever again, keep note that they are always watching you Mikey…. My heart began to race. “How come I don’t remember going to the hospital?”

“You were knocked out when we took you in. The doctor said that you had a slight concussion, a couple bruised ribs, and you sprained some of the tendons, shit I can’t remember what they were called, in your knees and elbows. Thankfully it wasn’t anything worse than that. We all thought you were a goner…” He sniffled once again. 

Everything began to turn black and white… I felt like I was going to be sick. My head started to become fuzzy and I began to lose balance. “Mike, are you okay? Hello?” 

The voices began to speak to me… gentle whispers turned into demonic screams and laughter. Random words were screamed out like “Run!”, “Die!”, “Fuck!”, “Blood!” “Disembowel!”, “Jennifer!”, “asphyxiation!”, “Nick” , “Jarring”, “Joey!” “Devil!” “Demon!” 

“Mike?” His voice started to sound deeper with each word he spoke. “Mikey? Hello? Are you there? Are you okay?” I felt a cold chill touch my left cheek as a voice quickly whispered, “I’ll kill you.” Into my ear… I vomited black and dark red putrid liquid then fell into static… silence came after the screams…

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Red Winter River

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Deadly beauty at its finest.

The elixir of the red rose’s thorns mixed within a river of ice.

That is what we are.

The Red Winter river flows during this time of great transition.

I met my love here, right at the moment when we were both born.

Bonded blood by blood, skin by skin, bone by bone, particle by particle, being by being.

Sweetly satisfying to the touch.

Forever held together by intimacy and passion.

Soul flames burning as one.

In order for us to continue to spread love in the red is to find a host.

We’re waiting for you my dear…

We need new blood… we need you.

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Who Decided that this was a good idea: Stay in the Car and Wait for the Authorities

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I really don’t know what else to do but stay in the car, especially with everything that I had just been through. I’d be putting myself in more danger if I were to venture out with that THING being out there… I just hope the authorities come fast enough so we can get the hell out of this damn fog. Dear god… did I really see that thing? Was that even real?

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15 minutes later a see a set of red and blue lights… thank god. Not one, but two cop cars appeared. I felt a great sense of relief flow through my body. A couple of the cops walked up to the car and came right along the driver’s side. Both of them seemed to be relatively young, one had short black hair with a fohawk, basic ribands sunglasses (god only knows why he was wearing sunglasses when its foggy outside), and a basic tan and black uniform. He was pretty thin and gangly, and white washed, but hell I didn’t challenge his capabilities. The other officer was much larger in stature than the other officer, he was slightly tanned, had a gold and silver sheriff badge on, slightly longer hair than the other officer, and he too was wearing sunglasses.

The officer knocked on my window and I rolled down my window and the offer slightly leaned in. “My name is sheriff Shirley, now what’s going on here?”

I took a deep breath and a rush of pure dread and panic shot through me; I couldn’t breathe! I tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out! “Hey, unlock the door! Come on son, stay with me, stay with me…” Everything around me tingled and burned. I felt a sharp pain on my right hand side towards my lower waist. My vision started to go blurry, with my peripheral vision going black and everything else going fuzzy. I felt myself going limp as I fought to hang on to consciousness. “No, no, no, no! Hey, come on stay with me!”

The officer reached his hand through the window, unlocked the car, and held me upright. “Stan w- n–d back- imm–! Call an ambu–! His pulse i- weak. We’re lo– -im!”

After that, everything went to grey static. I felt someone or something putting me in a headlock… it felt so slimy… clammy… bony too… and I… couldn’t…. breathe.

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