Creepypasta origins stories

Dr. Smily

Hello there, my name is Doctor Smily. Needles to say I am not your usual doctor, unlike the doctors in the presence day hospitals who try their best to cheat death. I on the other hand, welcome death and help my patients to embrace it!                                  Why just the other day I found a young lady on the street, she looked like she was slowly dying of anorexia. So I gave her a smile, kissed her hand, ad promised to help her. She was charmed and followed me as I led her to my office; A small building on the outskirts of town, you've probably seen it before... The one with the shutters that are just hanging by a small strip of wood or metal, the white paint slowly chipping off of the wall, the one with plastic an cardboard covering the windows... The one you always assumed was empty...

I call this building home and my clinic, I help all of my patients here.

After I got back to my clinic with the girl she was quite frightened, I thought it was cute, like a little mouse. I gave her my usual sweet smile and tugged her hand softly easily pulling her along, into my small living room. I let go of her hand and locked the door behind us. She began to panic as she noticed the blood stains on my couch. "Oh don't worry, that is just where I had to preform an emergency surgery!" I said trying to hold back my small chuckle of excitement. I took her into my "operation" room and told her to lay on my small operation table. She laid down still looking scared and unsure. She looked around the room at all of the bottles of pills and jars of liquid that lined the walls and took notice of one of my specimens. "W-what is t-that!?" She screeched as she pointed at one of the jars.

I looked at the small jar undetoured from my work, "Why that my dear, is a specimen from my last patient. She had a disease that caused her blood cells to die and soon her entire body began to shut down." She gasped and sat up, she tried to make a run for it, but fortunately for her; I had just finished filling the syringe with bluish liquid that I used on all of my patients. I swung around grabbing her wrist and yanked her back, stabbing the needle into her neck and injecting the liquid. "Shhh... Don't be afraid... I am here to help you." I whispered into her ear smiling wide enough to show all of my sharpened teeth. She opened her mouth as if to scream but could only mange to let out small gasps of air. Then, she fell into a deep sleep.

I continued working on preparations for the surgery, slowly shining my tools. I laid everything on a platform next to her bed, where she sat propped up with pillows and bound with hand cuffs. A soft whimper drew my attention and I laughed, "Welcome back sleepy head..." I said placing the final tool on the table. She opened her eyes and started thrashing against my chains I only asked. Does she not realise I am trying to help her? I picked up my scalpel and started working on her, first I cut her open, poking around insides as she bled and thrashed. I usually try to keep them alive while I examine them, it's funnier that way, seeing the organs try to keep working even when they are exposed to the world.

After I cut open her stomach and kidney I finally grew bored, I cut off a small piece of her womb and dropped it into a jar, "A new specimen for my collection." I thought out loud smiling widely. She was twitching now, blood dripping from her mouth and eyes rolled into the back of her head. I giggled, I always found the last moments amusing. With that thought I plunged my scalpel into her still beating heart. Blood oozed from the wound and that girl went limp. I smiled wide licking my lips, "Another successful surgery..."