Stories of the Creepypasta's

To Whome It May Concern

As I sit down to write this narrative, the air around me has become cold and thin. The end is near I am afraid. But I shall welcome the grips of death. I have nothing else to live for, everything I have is gone. Quite frankly everything I know or have ever known is gone. Swept away in a single flash of fate, a snap and my entire world was obliterated.

But I get ahead of myself. I have sat down here to write what happened. Or at least what happened to me. It is all I can do and I must do it. It is funny now that I think of it. I have the power to alter human history forever. For this document, this one piece of writing will be the last thing that any human has ever written. It will be the only document that lives on after our race. And since I am the author, I have unlimited power. I will be just though, fair to the human history. I will just leave out everything before my arrival here. No previous accounts of anything. That way the horrors of man will die with me.

I’m sure if you are reading this then you are quite confused. I’m assuming that you are not of the human race, as I am fairly certain that we are no more. But if you have found this, then you know where I am. Hopefully my body is floating nearby as you read this. I pause now to ask you something. Look at my face. I’m sure it is frozen in place, the confines of space are quite good at preserving the dead. Look at my face, look at my expression. Is it twisted in agony or peaceful? I pray it is the latter. I have never feared death, but I have always feared pain. It’s quite strange thinking of what I look like dead. I just wonder if a dead man sees he own face after he dies. Just think if that was the last thing you saw, your own face twisted in pain. Then just darkness, eternal blinding darkness. I feel an urge to just stop writing and to curl into a ball. It has gotten so cold now that my hands won’t stop shaking. But while my body is dieing, my mind is firing on all pistons. I wonder if this always happens before death. Maybe the mind realizes that all is lost and it sacrifices the body, routing all energy to the brain. That way you can have several moments where everything is perfectly clear. That is what’s happening with me. Everything seems clear, every question I’ve ever had has been solved. Or maybe I’m just telling myself that, maybe I’m laying comatose on the floor and this is just a manifestation of my mind, a last ditch effort to make death seem easier. I don’t think there’s a way to know for sure.

I feel my heart beat slowing now. My eyes are failing me, darkness is creeping slowly in from the boundaries of my vision. I fear I have little time to explain such a complex story. So I think I shall begin in the best place, the beginning. It all started with a shower. At least my story did.

I was in the shower when the first announcement was made. That was three days ago.

I know you’re confused as a reader. To me this all seems perfectly correct, but to you it must seem like the ravings of a mad man. Actually that is what this is, for the things I have done in the past three days are more than any sane man would do.

It’s so cold.

I want to apologize to you now. When I began this I had a concise and quick narrative in mind. But now it seems I have rambled on for a page and I haven’t even began telling you my story. I also apologize for wasting time apologizing to you. How false does it seem, the apology that I just issued you? I’m dead and yet I still feel as though I have hurt you in some way. I’m a body floating through space to you. I doubt you gave me more than a second’s glance when you first saw me. Yet I apologized to you.

How does it feel to have a dead man’s pity?

The air is thin now, breathing has become extraordinarily hard. It seems as though I have to take huge breaths just to keep from suffocating. My head is beginning to feel light and the urge to laugh is present. Maybe I will, maybe I’ll just start giggling and not stop till all the air is gone and I slowly choke to death.