Creepypastas

On Shuffle

I'm a music lover. I just thought you should all know that before you settle on a verdict.  

I woke up early that morning, as I usually did, I then fixed myself a healthy breakfast and headed out for my run, careful to not wake my wife. So while I did my run to work, I would listen to a pre made music list, always on shuffle to give variety, and a unique sense of random. I always set up this list on iTunes the night before, that way I am less likely to remember what was placed on that list. Made each and every song a new adventure, you know? And for this reason, I barely have a general idea of what kind of music might be on there, even now. 

So when it came on. I mean, the song came on, I just went along with it. 

There I was, jogging along Central park, when this song comes on. At first it sounds like Linkin Park, because of the industrial sound to it. It did have a rhythm to it, an odd one, but it was there. The first couple of sounds I recognized were that of glass breaking, wood clashing, and metal clinking. I was curious, so I checked my IPod. It read "Untitled" which happens sometimes when the song doesn't download properly.  

I mean, I should have known something was wrong, I should have, truly. But I kept listening, it sounded good. Eventually the tune added an extra beat, something soft sounding, but squishy too. I can't describe it past there. Even then, though I kept running, I couldn't help but feel confused. This didn't have much in the way of vocals, grunts here and there, but nothing past that. I only really like songs that have a strong vocal.

It was at this point that I sat down at a bench, and checked my IPod again. It was ten minutes in and only half way through! I have seen songs like that before, but this was longer than it had to be. 

Before I go on to the next part of my account, I just want to say that you have the wrong guy, alright? The way I'm looking at it is, someone hacked my iTunes, put this thing on under a different name, one that I liked, and left it there. Then when I put it over to my IPod, the file changed to "untitled" And I guess the file deleted itself afterward. I don't know how it managed to catch those sounds, sounds that I knew well. 

Whoever composed that thing knew what they were doing, and they were good at it. There is something to be said about someone who can synchronize the sounds that I heard like that. The last sound that was added to that set up, was one that I knew, not because it was a familiar to me, and only to me. The sounds I heard were of screaming, terrified and deathly that somehow accumulated into an oddly pleasant sounding compilation. It was beautiful, if not for the fact that I knew the voice. It was enough to cause me to forget all about my job, all about my jog, and to forget all about the music selection that I had been listening to. I had found the vocal.

The orchestrated sounds of death accompanied me along my trek as I attempted to call the police, hoping they would get to my house before me, knowing I wasn't going to be able to get there in time. I didn't know how the composer got my wife's screams of agony and managed to put it into a song, maybe he recorded her stubbing her toes, I don't know. I don't know much. 

Like I had thought, the police arrived to my place of dwelling before I got the chance to. The deed had already been done. 

At first I wasn't considered a suspect, but the only fingerprints found in and around the house were mine, and those of my wife. Even the prints found around her neck. 

I know I don't have much of a prayer, but I'm hoping the end of this trial will prove me right. I heard something at the end of that song, there was a brief pause before the song started up again, this time with a different tune, and tempo. I've heard this done with other bands, where they end one song with the beginning of the next. But this one was different. It had a new lead vocal.

Before the police confiscated my IPod, the song changed, another "untitled" song. It sounded like me.