Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes in Sandcastle, California with another scary tale from the Creepypasta Library. Tonight I have a story for you about ghosts and monsters. It's a really weird one so get your favorite blanket and a nice glass of wine and listen.
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Now let's begin...
It Comes
by StephanieAndRegularShowFTW LilyAndersonFTL
Please forgive the length of this message, this is possibly the last ever time I have access to a computer,
so I thought I’d better write this all down while I can
and get it to those who should know. I’m leaving town; I don’t know where I’m going, I’m just getting as far away as I can.
So as some of you may know, I opened up a shop a little over a year ago, it was doing decent but not the way I wanted, but I’m not going to be ungrateful about it, and I’ve always been grateful to all of my customers who would come to me exclusively when God knows there are so many already established places in town. I’ve been doing well enough that I was able to hire on my buddy Lewis a few months ago, and he’s been working hard and helping out really well, as I always knew he would.
One night. I decided to have my buddy Lewis over at my house since my wife was out of town for the weekend,
That’s the day I think everything actually started, because when I got back from my shopping, Something seemed strange with Lewis, he had oil all over himself, even some of it was smeared across his face, as if he tried to drink it or something
I told him to go home and clean himself up because we had no towels or anything to clean himself up with,
He came back 45 minutes later but he was still much quieter than usual. He worked as well as he ever did, but something just seemed off about him. I asked him if anything happened while I was out and he just shook his head. I asked if something happened, he nodded his head,
and he just muttered something unintelligible. I asked him to repeat himself and he turned and glared at me and for the briefest moment I could’ve swore his eyes appeared to be completely black, no iris, no sclera, just utter all consuming blackness. I stumbled back and bumped a shelf, knocking things down. When I looked back at him, he was still looking at me, but he didn’t seem to be glaring hatefully the way he had before, he just seemed kind of…out of it.
I assumed his car needed to be oiled and he just accidentally spilled it, so I asked if he had any trouble and he simply shrugged. I had looked around the garage while he was gone and I saw no traces of an oil spill, so whatever had happened he must’ve gotten it all on himself and none of it anywhere else, miraculously. But he seemed reluctant to talk about it, so I didn’t press the issue, and we worked on throughout the day. That day and the next were relatively normal other than him still being awkward and quiet. I asked him if he’d like to go out and get us lunch while I tended the shop and he said “sure.”
When he came back, I was busy doing paperwork, so he he put the food on the counter in the office to wait for me and he went ahead and ate. I finished up with that customer, we’d have to keep her car over night to figure out just why it kept dying on her, so I asked Neil to give her a ride home and then I went to grab my food. He’d brought me some Chinese food and an iced tea, so I opened the soy sauce packets to pour some over my food when I noticed the strangest thing…
It was as if the soy sauce was a living thing somehow…spreading out like dozens of squirming inky black maggots when it fell into the fried rice and burying itself inside.
I took the fork and started to scoop out the rice to look deeper inside and small smoky tendrils would rise from the rice occasionally and dissipate. I was incredibly hungry at that point but I was way too creeped out to eat that so I chucked it and the iced tea in the garbage and decided I’d just wait ‘til I got home that evening to eat something I’d prepared with my own hands. I’d never in my life seen anything remotely like that and I couldn’t even fathom how I would ask Lewis if he’d noticed anything similar. As cold and distanced as he’d been lately I was sure he’d look at me like I was looney tunes, so I just shut up about it.
That Friday we went down to the ol’ watering hole as we always do to get some drinks and watch the local bands play,
and Lewis was just as quiet as he was all week
He’s not a bad looking fellow, though, and so despite him not really going out of his way to speak to anyone, a woman went over to where he was sitting and started talking to him, and they ended up leaving together that night.
Monday morning I tried breaking the ice by asking how his weekend went
he gave me a nod and muttered “alright.” I asked him if he got lucky with that young woman I saw him with, and he gave me the smallest grin, which was quite possibly the first grin I’d seen on his face in a week, and said “it went well.” I didn’t pressure him for details, I knew he’d share if he chose to, and his small grin was enough to assuage my worries and lend me some hope that he might get back to his old self soon.
The day was busy, until about 3pm, I had a spare moment in the office, and listen to the radio, I had a cup of coffee,
So the I was, chair with my feet propped up on my desk
When I looked in my drawer, I remembered I had a few Garfield, Tom and Jerry, and Looney Tunes comic books. I opened them up, but what I saw was Bizarrely and Creepily different, the Garfield Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry comic panels seemed normal, but from the second or whatever it went to, it has a blackish dark colour, and the characters had long black tentacles coming out of their body, along with black bleeding eyes, and in each of the comics said creepy things such as “IT COMES”
I sat shocked at the comics, then the most horrific thing happened
The blood started slowly flowing towards my finger, and the characters were looking directly at me,
Then I threw myself away from the desk, I left the office and yelled for Lewis. I could not be the only one seeing this, To my surprise, he had gone…and so I hesitantly walked back to the office and peered inside. The comics were still corrupted, but they no longer appeared to be moving. I crept over to it and reached out to pluck one of the comics free when I noticed the blood coming towards my finger again, only faster,
I jerked my hand away. Nothing good could possibly come from letting that blood touch my skin.
Of course I ripped the entire bulletin board down, burned it in a tin trashcan out back, and never spoke of it again. That night I went home and my wife was already in bed, fast asleep. My mind was racing and I couldn’t even bring myself to eat dinner that night. With no one to vent my worries to, I fell into a restless sleep, and kept awaking to nightmare after nightmare seemingly every hour of the night until I just gave up on sleep entirely.
That Friday I went to the bar again, even though my wife couldn’t drink, being pregnant and all, and Neil wasn’t really any fun to hang with anymore, and none of my other friends could seem to be reached. I just needed to get a good buzz and I’d start feeling better, I reckoned. After downing a couple beers I excused myself to the restroom when I noticed I was more inebriated than I’d estimated, so I leaned over the sink to splash some water onto my face and that’s when I heard it. Like a sheet of fabric being dragged across a floor, a voice rasped ever so quietly out of the drain. It sounded like a prolonged exhale for the longest time until I finally recognized words hidden amongst all those vowels.”IT COMES”
Cracks appeared in the porcelain, snaking out from the ring around the drain. At least, they looked like cracks at first…but after a few seconds I recognized them as the same blood coming from the comics earlier that week,
I slowly ran out of the bathroom and ran into someone’s chest.
I turned around and stared up into the pitch black eyes of a six and a half foot biker with tattoos covering every piece of exposed skin besides his hands and head. I stumbled quickly away from him and his evil piercing gaze followed me as I retreated through the bar. It felt like a dream, where whenever you’re running for your life it feels like running through quicksand. As I walked across the room I noticed the biker wasn’t the only one staring at me. It seemed every pair of eyes in the place were focused on me, and more than half of those eyes appeared to be perfectly black, with no hint of iris or sclera. A few lips moved, and though I couldn’t hear their voices over the sound of the jukebox I could easily guess what they were saying “IT COMES”
Whenever I went home, this was only things got more scary, when I went in my room, my computer was for some reason on, and PowerPoint was on, a sentence was written by someone, the sentence said.
“To invoke thy Father that kills our naughty children, El Coco, It what waits under the bed, EL COCO!”
I was scared and confused, the only question I had was “what the hell is el coco?”
But things didn’t stop there, whenever I closed power point, there was a strange file downloaded, it was called “Ic.exe” whenever I opened the file, there were 6 images, and they were disturbing.
They were edited photos of Daffy Duck, Bugs Bunny, Garfield, Tom, Jerry, and Odie with black bleeding eyes and tentacles with all of them saying the words “it comes0
I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.
I haven’t been getting much sleep for the past couple of weeks as a matter of fact, which I’m guessing those of you who
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