Creepypasta stories

Sentencing

I’m not going to drag this on with unnecessary details. I will say this: I haven’t been the best person. I was sentenced to prison for being involved in a bank robbery in New York City. During the heist, I reluctantly killed an innocent citizen. Simply put, the plan failed, and I was the only survivor of the event. The three other robbers I worked with died in a car crash.

I was sentenced to life in a federal prison, though I was rather confused by it. I’ve never heard of someone going to a federal prison for crimes such as mine, as federal always seemed to be a place for those such as terrorists and traitors. Though, I didn’t know much about prisons, so I never put my mind to it.

I stayed in the prison for about a month, though the days felt longer considering the nature of the building. I’ve never been to a prison in my life, but everything felt different than how I thought it should be. The halls of cells were quiet, and though there were others imprisoned, I always seemed to be in a state of solitude. Not solitary confinement, as there were neighboring cells in front and beside of mine, but loneliness seemed to abode constantly. Nobody ever spoke to each other.

Just as the days began to feel repetitive, a rather official looking man approached my cell. He introduced himself by the name of “Representative Kingsley”. He has state that he had an opportunity for me, one that could lead to my release. My common sense was overshadowed by my thirst for freedom, as I don’t know how much longer I could last in there.

Kingsley lead me to an interrogation room in the prison, as it was a place to speak in private.

When him and I were the only two left in the room, he told me more about himself. He said he was a government official, sent to provide me with a special task.

“Do you know why you’re here?”, he said. I was confused. If he was an official, shouldn’t he know?

“Bank robbery, and murder?”, I replied.

“And do you know how you’re going to get out of here?”, he said back. I didn’t know what he was trying to ask. I haven’t made any plans of escaping, as I’m willing to pay for my crimes. I explained this to him, and then he went on a small rant: “Look, I know you don’t like it here. You can’t stand it. Nobody can, which is why everyone else is so dead and quiet. The waiting, the silence, the solitude, it’s all driving you mad. You’ve already thought of trying to end your life, haven’t you? I know this, so I’m here to offer you a way out, without leaving the world. So, are you interested?”

As he spoke those words, I wanted to end the conversation. The more I thought about the subject, however, the more he began to seem right. It’s only been what it seems to be a month (there are no clocks or calendars here) and I’m already growing stressed of the place. The feeling of being alone and unwatched is becoming haunting. With little hesitation, I agreed, and again listened to his speech.

“Good.", he said. "Then I offer you your task. I want you to kill another prisoner.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” I immediately replied.

“What’s the harm in it? You’re in here for life, and so is everyone else. You don’t have any connection to anyone here, even the prisoners across from your own cell. There’s nothing to lose.” He began to stand up and leave the room.

Right before he left through the door, I asked “What if they execute me for the act? What can I do then?”

Without even looking back, he calmly said "What more pain would that bring?"

I spent the next few days in my cell in a daze. The insanity began to grow at a rapid rate. I hadn’t slept at all, just lied awake shaking. The dim light outside my small cell window never seemed to change. I never even knew when the day was over, or when the next began. Something had to be done. I can’t last in here, nobody can. I’ll just end up like every other lifeless prisoner here. The words of Kingsley had almost completely left me, until I gazed at the prisoner opposite of my cell.