Creepypasta Corner

The Unknown Giver

March 18, 2014 - March 21 2014

From now on I've decided to keep track of the events that I'm going through. All I could talk about was my wife, the rat, the hole. So, in order to get over all of the pain and misery I've been going through, I got with a therapist, so I can try to forget about these things once in a while. All the useful advice he told me was to keep a journal, so my ideas are more down to Earth instead of off in my emotional thoughts. I'm plain desperate for some way to get over it all, so I'm going with whatever crazy idea I can get. I'm keeping a journal about the events that has anything to do with the hole, nothing else. This is not a diary.

The past few days has been one of the most interesting ones in my life, however not providing the results I would have expected. My house had a hole since the day we moved in, one that extended through the walls so far that I couldn't see the end of it. It was a small one burrowing through a wall, stretching to infinity. My wife and I never bothered to fix it, but looking back now I knew I should have just covered it up with plaster or something. Instead of paying extra costs, we covered it up with a painting of sunflowers and peaches and moved on with our lives. But on March 18, 2014, I got curious.

I wanted to know if the hole ever ended.

I know it's stupid to think that this hole went on for infinite, but I was curious. You can't blame me for that. So, I figure I couldn't do it myself, and doing construction was too expensive for one answer to one question. In replacement, I did it like I would do it at the farm. I took a rat that I found living in my walls for quite some time now, tied a thin, silky string onto its tail, and pushed it in the wall. Oh, he ran. The rat ran fast as if chasing for some smell. He ran so far, far enough to shorten my string supply to one sixteenth of its original length. I had no clue where this was going. This trip was going to cost all my string, and a rat, pretty soon.

But the rat fell downwards. It fell straight down some tunnel. I had just enough time to stop its dive, but all that meant was the end of my string. I waited a while for something to happen, and nothing did. I pulled back.

I must not have noticed it, but something did happen.

The rat came back carrying a small bag containing two black and white pills. They were small in size, and looked like some drug. Someone was in my house, smuggling drugs? I went directly to the police to handle this mess. They came over, and I told them that the guy was somewhere under my house, holding some drug. But the police told me that it would be costly to search for this man, and the search would take enough time for the man to just die. However, they could analyze the drug.

I gave them one pill, the other in my hand.

I decided to keep this pill, out of curiosity, just so in the future I can try it out. But I should have kept it a secret. When I showed this to my wife, she forces me to tell the whole story how I got this pill, and when the police came, and why I still have one.

And then she took it, because she was curious too.

When I was sleeping, she must have taken it. There was no other possibility. I woke up the next morning, and the pill wasn't there anymore, hidden in a drawer like I did last night. Then the rooms outside of our bedroom were trashed and messy, dirty. Everything looked like a tornado had swept through it. My wife was seen in the living room, hair jumbled and had a smile on her face. She smiled like she was dead inside.

She has the rat, pulling it out as I watched, and the rat carried out another pill.

I ran up to her, before she put the pill in her mouth. I took the pill out of her hand, screaming bloody hell about her newest addiction, and what a mess she had done to this place. She yelled back, talking about how inconsiderate I was and how she needed this. But I just walked away, carrying the pill with me, throwing it out in the trash.