Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

26☆Karma

Warning: mentions of self harm and torture

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Entry 1

I made a terrible mistake. I thought I was just paranoid, but now I know it's following me. It's never going to let me forget about one stupid mistake.

I'm not sure what "it" looks like. The only name I can call it is karma. I thought it would protect me... I was wrong.

Let's start from the beginning. There's a rarely heard of ritual, called the judgement of karma. For reasons you'll come to understand, I can't describe the ritual in writing. It's far too dangerous.

I was told of this ritual. The basic myth of it is, after you perform this simple ritual karma will judge you. If it decides you are a truly good person, it shall make your life your life a paradise, otherwise... well thats why I'm writing.

It must've been a mistake. I really am a good person, or so I thought. I thought the ritual simply didn't work but it became apparent fast that I was cursed. As soon as I finished the ritual and fled home I found my beloved dog had been sliced open and had been laid out on my bed. I prayed to God I didn't even believe that this was the work of a regular human being.

So far, I haven't been able to sleep in three days, regardless of how many sedatives I take. Every time I look out the or at the mirror, in the corner of my eye I see a dark figure for a split second, then as soon as I try to focus on it, it disappears.

I hope writing this can help in some way. So far it's at least calmed my nerves. Okay that's enough writing for today.

Entry 2

I can't go to sleep. When I sleep it plans to kill me in ways so terrible I can't describe it. I almost fell asleep last night, my eyes were shut for 5 seconds. When I opened them I saw it! Karma was right in front of my eyes. It takes the form of a small boy with messy red hair and wears poorly sewn together black rags from neck to toe. Also it- or HIS mouth had been sewn shut for reasons I don't want to know and he had a look of shock and hatred in his goldish eyes.

As soon as I looked up at him and had him image permanently scarred into my mind he seemed to disappear. Frightened, I noticed a sharp pain up and down the skin of my entire body. I rushed to the mirror and found bleeding scratches that appeared to be from human fingernails all over my abdomen, back and legs.

Entry 3

This is day five without sleep. To keep from falling into the trap of sleep I've been taking adrenal energy pills and getting lots of caffeine. I've began to get tired so I've started the habit of making small cuts on my arm with the blade from a box cutter, each a centimeter from the previous one on my forearm each time I dose off. So far there are 8 cuts.

I've been locked in my house ever since yesterday when I stopped for the supplies to keep me awake. If I go outside I might accidently share my misfortune with others. As far as the legend goes, anybody who concerns themselves by learning what the results of my endeavor may become judged by karma. This is why when I've finished writing I plan to burn my house down along with my computer, so what I've written can never come in contact with the internet.

I hear somebody at the door...

Entry 4

I've lost track of day and night. Last night(I think it was last night) I duct taped all my doors and windows so he can't watch me. I also took all of the mirrors in my house and threw them into a large pile in the backyard before barricading my back door.

I got very tired today and the cuts that now cover my left forearm weren't helping. So, I put and empty pan on the stove and kept the fire burning, then I took a butcher knife from my kitchen and sliced off the pinky toe from my left foot. Then I pressed the hot pan against the wound to stop the bleeding. This was a small sacrifice to keep my life.

Entry 5

He spoke to me. I can hear it whisper through the house. It speaks for a life before it was what it is. It was a tortured soul. At a very young age, whoever was raising him began to torture him in awful ways. They would whip him and sew his mouth shut. Every time he would sleep they would beat him in new and more painful ways. To this day he seeks revenge on every person who deserves it.

I don't know why he told me these things, but I actually feel bad for that thing. That may be his point.

I've been awake for as long as I can remember. I've cut all of my toes off and the last three finger on my left hand. I've burnt all the stumps to stop the bleeding, of course.

Entry 6

I found it difficult to cut off my left foot. It was probably the most painful I've ever felt, but at least I won't sleep.

I'm shaking as I'm writing this. Fortunately, I've always obsessed over grammar so even that even that can't stop my writing.

Recently, I noticed cuts on my lips that weren't there before. I think he did it while I wasn't paying attention. I think the worst thing about not sleeping is never having anything to focus on other than harming myself to stay awake...

Entry 7

I can't believe I've gone this long without sleeping... I can't believe it... I can't believe it... this shouldn't be medically possible.

Entry 8

I can't stop seeing it everywhere I look. I keep hearing it scream from below me even though I don't have a basement... But what's new is, I hear somebody screaming threats back at it. It's the voice of an adult, probably the person who put him through this.

I'm done. I've covered the floor of my house with lighter fluid. I won't give him the satisfaction of killing me. This is my final entry. When I finish writing this, I plan to burn my house down.

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Psychiatric evaluation, Dr. Henry Rogue.

Patient suffers from an advanced state of phychosis and the worst case of insomnia I've ever seen. He had self inflicted wounds covering his left arm and had cut off his left foot, all of his toes on his right foot, and all of the fingers on his right hand. It would appear that this was brought on by ver serious post traumatic stress disorder. His previous psychiatric files show that he was tortured as a child by his parents(which explained the aged whip lash scars on his abdomen, back and legs, and the scars on his lips from where they were once sewn up)until he was forced to kill them. He kept looking past me with those shocked gold eyes of his and saying "Karma will make me pay."

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Personal note, Dr. Henry Rogue,

The patients computer was found in the wreckage of the fire. I've read over the file of his entries he wrote during the course of his lack of sleep. The things I've found out have shocked me. I'm going to send the file to some colleagues of mine to help me decide what I should do.

PS: since reading that file, there have been disturbing coincidences happening to me. I'm afraid to sleep.

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Hope you enjoyed the story!(or I guess story)

--Satsuski

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