creepypasta origins

The Diary Of Mr. Welldone

 Hello.

I am Mr. Welldone.

I watched the copulation which conceived you and I screamed in horror. I saw you birthed like a hatched parasite, hairless and gagging, and I grit my teeth in hatred, sliding them over each other again and again and again and again and again, until they were flat and smooth. I will watch you wither and grow old. As your body congeals and the weight of your years pulls your flesh from your body, I will grin and snicker, laugh and laugh. I will see your desicated corpse pumped full of superficial chemicals, interred into the dirt to feed the eyeless, subterranean creatures of the earth. I will howl, because I know where you are going.

I know where you are going.

I know the secrets of this earth, as I knew the secrets of the one before it. I will bring about The End, and you cannot stop me.

You read these tales and you do not know that with each one you read, with each one you create and recreate, with each one you retell, with each one you claim ownership of, you beckon The End.

>For there will be some among you who will try to verify these tales; you will seek them out. Those that do so with passion will find that many of them are falsehoods, but some will be harrowing at the very least, others will leave you scarred for the rest of your fleeting days, and others still will leave you stripped of your flesh.

And that flesh will be used to build more, and more, and more tales; Twisted and stretched to cry out to more curious individuals.

I will smile, my teeth clenching together tightly, tightly, tightly, until one cracks with a satisfying pop. My eyes unblinking, watching everything fall into place, wide and empty, weeping and shriveling, with delicious, protracted, agony.

I am so excited; So very excited.

Even as you read this, some among you are emboldened. The sick part of you which lusts for The End, whisper into your mind, making you want to see the horror, the pain, the blood, and the death. You want to see it; You want to see what lies hidden in the dark, beyond sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touch.

Come.

Come and see.

I will show you such wonderful things.

In the Dark

Hello.

It is not what you cannot see in the Dark that you fear.

It seems the masses have comforted themselves with the trite statement, "people fear the unknown." Humanity finds a strange comfort in this statement. If people did indeed fear the unknown, this statement would be akin to locking eyes and spirit with that soul-rending horror, which lurks unseen in the back of every human's mind.

No, it is not what you cannot see in the Dark that you fear.

It is what you will see if you gaze long and hard into it. You will see that thing you "know" you will see. You will attempt to assuage that sting of fear in your mind by numbly assuring yourself that it is simply a figment of the rampant faculties of the subconscious.

It is not.

Yes, we fear the Dark for a reason.

The reason is not what you think it is.

The Foolhardiness Of Bravado

Hello.

Many fellows, in their markedly-less-than infinite wisdom, choose to prove their gender and sexual orientation by seeking out a locale rumored to be frequented with events of the "supernatural." What a loathsome and paradoxical term, "supernatural." How can a thing be "above nature" when it is naturally occurring?