RE: How about an SS Creepypasta?
It was a wholly normal night. Home from work, have a drink or six, fuck around on the internet and try not to think too much about various self-improvement projects I should be working on. Whatever. There's always time.
It was soon late enough that I'd have been useless the next day if I'd stayed up any later. I climbed into bed, tossed around a while, and presently managed to drift off.
I recall nothing from then until I awoke at the sound of a bang. My heart beat like mad for a while, but I came to my senses and calmed down a bit, remembering that this sort of thing happens sometimes. Some neurological thing, you know. I rolled over and tried to fall asleep again. It wouldn't come. I felt like something was there with me. See, I never thought I'd say that. It always sounded so ridiculous. Ooh, something is watching me. Cheesy creepypasta bullshit. But there it was.
As I lay there, trying to tell myself how stupid I was being, I heard a chuckle from behind me. I froze and so did my heart for a moment. I've never tried to breathe more quietly in my life. I told myself I must have just imagined it.
The chuckle came again, louder. Definitely real. Fuck.
Shaking, I rolled over unbelievably slowly, hoping against hope that there'd be nothing, but as I turned, I made out a silhouette. It was of a slight man in a fedora, holding a large hammer. The moon came out from behind a cloud and lit the form. I could see glasses, and the word "BAN" engraved into the head of the hammer.
The man's mouth twisted into a grotesque smirk, and a voice the likes of which I had never before and have never since heard came not from his mouth, but from all around me in a rushing roar.
"Vo," it said, "I've been watching you. I've seen how edgy you are. And with this hammer, I am here to pound down that edge and remove one more impurity from this world."
I coughed and choked, unsure whether I should scream or laugh.
The man raised the hammer. "Prepare to be ... dead on arrival!"
He swung the heavy hammer toward my head. I froze like a fool and somehow reconciled with my imminent death in a fraction of a second. Before the hammer reached me, though, a blur crashed through the window and sent the man flying into the wall. It was a bizarre creature, with many arms like Kali, and a red dot on its forehead. It grabbed the man up in its hands, and in deux licks it did tear the man asunder, and scattered the pieces to the far corners of the earth.
A glorious voice came from all around: "FEAR NO MORE, FOR THOU ART DELIVERED."
The creature disappeared in a cloud of weed smoke.
When I woke up in the morning, there was no evidence of any of it. No damage to the window or wall. No stains on the sheets where I'd been sweating in fear. It may as well have been a dream, but I swear to god it wasn't.
Sometimes I can still hear the chuckle. I don't know if that creature finished the job. I wouldn't be surprised if that man could come back together someday. Keep an eye out. It could be you someday.
Stay ... ( •_•)>⌐■-■
... on edge. (⌐■_■)
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2014 01:42 PM by vonunov.)