True of Epilogues
He had his eyes kept on that same exact spot on the ceiling for over two hours, or was it three? Or was it even hours? Maybe it was days?
It doesn't matter. He can't sleep on his own anymore. He needs the needle to put him into a dreamless sleep. The pleasant feeling of a dark void, of not existing. Not being here, or even not even being is his greatest dream. He wants them to put him down; like a dog. They refuse to. Perhaps it's because they didn't want to have ones' life in their hand, or maybe its just unethical, I mean this is a mental hospital, you want to help save someone right? He doesn't see it that way. They're just mocking him; they could kill him with just about anything! They have a show about a thousand ways to die it's not that hard for God's sake. They're tormenting him, they don't answer to his questions anymore, they think he's crazy. He's not. At least he thinks he isn't, but really who cares about the musings of an insane man. The staff discuss him at length and a
....Okay I know it sounds like this is another one of those stupid creepypastas you know the joke, "Sitting at home making out with my girlfriend when the phone rings and a male voice says on the other line, 'You best stop making out with my daughter OR ELSE.' And the man hangs up, and when you tell it to your girlfriend she reveals that her dad has been dead for years. THEN WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?"
Yeah those pastas. Yeah they've all been done to death. But really, I guess I could share a few stories.
You see when I was a kid I could see someone in the house. Okay let me explain. I have a set of parents and my little brother and a dog.
And that's it, really no one else lives in my house. So my story starts when I was about five- six years old. My family came back from this little meeting somewhere, I think it was about clearing some land for a pool at the time. Anyhoo, my mom went to put my brother to bed and I was sitting on the bottom of the stairs waiting for my dad to put me to bed. I w
He Always kept his eyes on the PrizeHe kept his eyes on the plain wall, listening to the faint buzzing of the light fixture above. His hands twiddled and twitched in a disordered fashion. He wasn't doing it because of any anxiety or a twitch. He was just hoping that any passing doctor or orderly may take notice of it and question him. He needed to interact with something living or else he may really go insane. He put on his best disturbed smile as he heard approaching footsteps, he was careful not to look too out of it; they tend to make the handcuffs too tight. No fun no fun at all at this place. No one believes him, they don't fall for any of his honey-venom words. He let out a breath that he didn't know that he was holding in. The footsteps recede.
He let out a growl; a sound he has not made for a while. He let his head rotate about to get out the kinks in his neck. Just as he felt a slight crick there was another set of footsteps coming his way, he quickly straightened himself up and looked as intimidating as he coul
From Beginning to End She Was Doomed to FailShe always keeps one eye on him, trying to keep him within her sight at all time. When having to explain she simply states it's to make sure he doesn't cause any trouble, because everyone knows how he is. A trouble maker, delinquent, on the next bus to juvie and then federal prison, a demon. She wants to protect her friends from him; she wants to be the savior, a knight. Protecting the weak and beaten down is a beautiful thought to her; the perfect ideal. She's no princess. She makes everyone know that. She is not a princess. She is not a princess. She is not a princess. She's strong, stubborn and has a high moral value. Like a knight.
He loves it. He loves warping her senses, twisting her thoughts until they shriek with ache and pain. He craves the look in her eyes as what he says settles in. Her eyes widen allowing him to read her thoughts. He sticks with her as a child, finding that someone other than himself is interesting. She is like a toy come to life, or a dog that could talk a