Creepypastas

The Cult pt. 1

Betrayal, gore, loss and fear is all I dream of these days. Those barbaric men are all there, smiling, laughing even, not giving a care in the world. They know how their lives will end, how..all of ours will, yet they embrace it, they even worship the damn thing. Them and the…god-awful events of that day are always on my mind. I guess I should explain why you might be seeing this post on this site. I saw, what I thought at the time to be a real post, about some man being stalked by some creature with shoes that clapped quite loudly and wore shades. At the time I was scared but, realized it was just one of those fake stories written to really get at you. He talked about how it helped to write it out and I thought, hey that idea’s not that bad actually. So here I am writing, or typing I guess, about a day from a few months ago filled with the worst that life can throw at you. I’ll give you a warning however, this story is not for the faint of heart or easily nauseous. Now with that out of the way let us begin this journey.

I was a college freshman and, oh boy, did it feel like being a freshman in high school again. Either everyone hated me and my friends or outright ignored us. I had just barely been accepted into college, merely on a recommendation from my shop teacher, a friend of one of the professors. He sent it up to the dean and my golden ticket gave me the wiggle room I needed. That was the only class I did well in but, got pretty much straight D’s in my other classes throughout my four years there. My friends however, John, Xavier, Austin and Ryan, passed with flying colors. We were all roughly the same age, except for John being a year older than us. Luckily he waited to go to college with the rest of us so he wasn’t alone, he always was like a big brother to us. We all decided on a regular college, one filled with frat parties day in and day out. We had all just become old enough to drink legally but, with John we got some free drinks before that. It was when we all became old enough on the very night of Xavier’s birthday, that led to this gruesome memory of mine. We all went out to the bar and went for as many rounds as our wallets could afford, that or until we couldn’t get our wallets back out. We would have been stuck there if it weren’t for John’s roommate Tom, who we had originally met at an arts convention about a year back and who also happened to be on his fourth year of college, had tagged along to be the designated driver. We had told him to drive us back to the college but, he suggested his apartment so that we wouldn’t get in trouble. We were too out of it to even disagree so, he took our drunken grumbling as an agreement. I don’t remember a lot from that night except what my friend told me. He told us that we had stumbled in, also explaining that Xavier smacked into the door frame, thus the red bump on his forehead. He said that we went on and on about random garbage but, finally came to the typical freshman subject of joining one of those fraternities at the college.

That morning we stupidly followed through with this drunken notion of how to up our popularity. Tom drove us back to the college and we headed up to my dorm room. I threw open the door to find my roommate, a freshman as well, in bed with the blanket thrown off. Drool cartoonishly dripped out of his mouth. I picked up his Psych book and tossed it at him as my friends shuffled in. I made a point about how late it was and that he might miss his first class. He shot awake, throwing the slice of pizza on his chest onto the floor, frantically got up and ran to the closet. Me and the others all chuckling, except for Xavier as he was rubbing his head from the night before, sat down and talked about which fraternity to pick. “Well there’s the Omegas or the Deltas, which are the best fit for y’all.”, Tom pointed out smiling. “Yeah very funny smartass” Ryan shot back. While he had a point, these houses were filled with people who were even sadder than us, or at least I hoped. I skimmed through our list and found one at the bottom, heavily underlined, called ‘Tluca’. “Hey guys, why is there a group down here called…Tluca, or something, it’s like really creepy sounding.” They raised their eyebrows at me and that’s when my roommate piped up as he stumbled out the door. “Yeah umm…you should ignore that one.”, He mumbled, “It accepts everyone, I’ve heard that it’s not..normal per-se.” He waved goodbye and bolted off down the hallway. We just sat there looking at each other for a bit. It was just such a weird thing to say, it just came out of nowhere. “I doubt he knows what he’s talking about, I mean he’s just a freshman.” Tom pointed out. Xavier nodded in agreement. “Eh, I don’t know man he seemed pretty sure of himself.” I squeaked out. “I’m with Xavier on this fellers, cause I heard they’re quite the accepting type” Tom chuckled. How would he know that, I thought. The others didn’t give it a single thought and decided we’d go check it out tomorrow, as for now we had classes that we were already missing.