CreepyPasta Collections #1

Anesthesia

The procedure began, and Elliot was put under the influence of the anesthesia. Lights began to dim… his mind went blank. All thoughts racing through his head came to a close….

All that was accompanying him now was just his thoughts…

Elliot closed his eyes.

Then he opened them.

He was no longer in the hospital.

A cosmos like sky lit above him, black with only a few white dots illuminating it. In the center of this strange sky was a giant old fashioned pocket watch, illuminating the strange world around him. Both hands sat on 12.

On the ground touching his feet Elliot was surrounded by a vague grey rock like surface, cold to the touch. Faint winds echoed throughout the space… mystifying the atmosphere around him. There were no major landmarks around, just black space. A seemingly endless abyss of nothingness.

Slowly, Elliot eased himself forward. “H…. Hello?” he called out… hoping to hear some sort of response. This must be a dream. It had to be.

As he eased forward something in the distance began to become apparent… a faint set of lights. Like candles in the darkness they were there, but faint, easy to miss if one were not looking close enough. It was a good walk away, but it was all Elliot really had to go on.

So he walked. He walked with a spring to his step, trying to get there as fast as he could. Every now and then he would gaze his head back to check if there was anything behind him, yet he only saw an eternity of darkness behind him. All that was with him were the echoes of his footsteps.

Telling how fast he was going seemed impossible, no landmarks except for the strange set of lights to go off of.

CLICK!

Finally the large hand of the clock above shifted all the way around, and the small hand shifted over.

More lights lit up in the distance the closer he got to his destination. Soon a compound was revealed, surrounded by a rusted fence with barb wire above it.

Four large towers surrounded the compound, all linking the fences together. Giant fire pits were visible, all shedding light on what appeared to be about twenty wooden shacks, and a variety of concrete structures in the center.

Elliot stared blankly out at the compound… his mind felt like it had spun completely the opposite direction. Confusion took over him. He thought he had seen this sort of place before…but what was it doing here? What even is here for that matter? This was all a dream, right? Was this all brought up by the anesthesia?

Elliot blinked a few more times, half expecting to wake up eventually. He never did though, and shadows could be seen moving through the towers and behind the fence.

Suddenly from out of the black, torches lit up on the fence, revealing a giant rusted gate.

SCREECH!

Slowly the gates began to open, creating an ear-bleeding screech, followed by the noise of bells.

RING DING RING!

Figures with torches came walking out of the gate, four of them, spreading out in a net like manner.

He took a good look at them. All of them wore the same attire: A grim black Gestapo looking uniform, with rusted metal batons wielded in their free hands not wearing the torch. One of them put their baton away, and made a halt sign with his hand.

Awkwardly Elliot began to raise his hands, glaring at the far left then far right man. Closer and closer they walked, not seeming to be in a hurry.