Short Stories & Imagines

It’s the middle of the night, you find yourself sitting in the middle of your living room alone watching tv as your family is out. As you continue watching the show you find yourself drifting off to sleep. Everything around you begins to fade and your fight against sleep is lost as you give into temptation. You could hear the volume to the tv lowering and being replaced by a different somewhat eerie sound. Alarmed you get up to check what the sound is but find nothing, the sound you once heard is gone and you stand alone in your living room. The tv is now silent and everything is replaced by the ringing of silence your brain creates.

The eerie sound is back once again and you walk around the living room to try and locate the source of it. As you move closer to the tv the sound becomes louder and more audible. It almost sounds as if its saying some type of message or hymn. You lean in closer towards the tv and listen carefully to the disembodied voice. You are now inches from the tv trying to make out any clear message from the indistinct voice. Suddenly a deep raspy voice comes through, repeating something over and over again, “Pick up the knife. You know you want to do it. Pick up the knife. You know you want to do it.” This voice sings the same two sentences over and over making it sound like a chant in a ritual. Each time the voice repeats the sentences it gets louder to the point where he loses his sanity. You jump away from the television startled and knock over a picture frame above it causing it to break onto the floor. You bend over and pick up the picture examining it.

The picture is of you and your identical twin brother on a fishing trip standing next to each other, with his arm around your shoulder as you hold up a bluegill you recently caught. You are both smiling in the picture satisfied with your large catch of the day. You can’t help but reminisce of all the times you and your brother bonded, whether it was fishing, over the barbeque, or just at a family reunion. Then you remember all the downward spirals you two went through which were 2 times as worse than your best day ever. You two were inseparable but due to all the bad times you slowly started drifting apart causing your brother to hold a grudge towards you.

The disembodied voice is no longer chanting the same two sentences anymore but a new ones, it repeats, “That’s right, do it. Come on my child just finish the job.” His voice lowers once again to the point to where it’s just a mere whisper. You turn around and spot yourself sitting in the leather sofa you just got up from moments ago. You feel your body growing weaker and you no longer have control over your actions as the voice starts taking over your mind. You walk closer to the image of yourself sitting on the couch fast asleep. It indeed is you. You notice a shadow figure walking closer to you, it is a few inches taller than you and has its face covered by the darkness of its hood. You question as you stand there whether it is a dream you are living in or whether you have died in your sleep, another thing you ask yourself is who is this figure approaching you and if it is something you know that could answer your questions. As if the hooded figure can read your thoughts it speaks to you, “Yes. You do know who I am.” In its hand the hooded figure holds a butcher knife it balances it within its hand and grips the knife tighter. The shadow steps towards your sleeping body and leans over it. It then plunges the knife into your sleeping body causing it to spit blood and cough in its sleep. You sit there stuck in this parallel universe in horror as you watch yourself being killed.

Suddenly you jolt awake feeling relieved. You are sitting in your living room once again the tv show still playing in front of you. You look around at your surrounding and see a hooded figure at the corner of the room through your peripheral view. The figure starts walking towards you away from the darkness it prevails in. Just as your vision it has the knife in hand. You jolt awake once again and find yourself just as before still sitting in the same exact spot in the living room. Just as the last time the tv is still on and everything seems normal. Only this time in your peripheral view you see the hooded figure standing right beside you with its knife in hand. You look up at the figure and connect eye and eye with your twin brother. You then remember the picture of you and your brother on your fishing trip, and remember the last time you saw your brother as he stands in court with handcuffs on him the day he was sentenced to jail for attempted murder against your wife and family. He has a slight and twisted smirk on his face as he leans forward towards you and whispers, “I told you I’d be back” Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your abdomen and look down to see the knife plunged into your side. Your brother chuckles and twists the knife inside you causing you to spit and couch blood. “Sleep tight little brother.” Is the last thing you hear as your last fight against sleep is lost once again and you close your eyes for good.

Author's Note:

I hope you like my first short story. I know it was really lame. Just tell me it'll hurt less. It was a creepy pasta story I had thought about and written a while back. Actually it was an assignment I had to do for my english/creative writing class, I never turned it in because I thought it was too violent but here it is for you guys to read. Let me know what you think, was it scary? Was it lame? Is it any good? Send in any feed back that you have I'd appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time and reading my stories and as well as this note, I love you, you're awesome!