Creepypasta Round Robin: BEDE, Baritones, and Zrael

[idolpro]

[The room that you find yourself in is dimly lit, tastefully adorned with decor in metal and stained glass. An ornate and overly large grandfather clock stands in shadow at the far end of the wall--while it is difficult to tell precisely what time it is, the tick of each second is surprisingly, distressingly loud.]

[A long, low table covered with with a black crushed velvet tablecloth houses an array of drinks, some spooky treats, eight serving dishes, and eight sets of silverware.]

[On a desk along the far wall, you will find a piece of parchment and a quill pen. The parchment reads only the following:]

"I'm sorry," the child whispers. "The devil made me do it."

Comments

ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[avestan]

[just going to grab some drinks and snacks]

So obviously the kid's killed someone.

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[maryhadalilgun]

Aah, murder boy.

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[overworker]

That's one possibility I suppose... Although maybe that's a little straight forward. For a story, wouldn't it be better to have something a bit more drawn out?

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[maryhadalilgun]

Well, off to a straightforward start, I see.

I suggest we establish amongst ourselves what the child did, though perhaps not commit it to ink just yet.

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[overworker]

Murder would be one option, but... kidnapping could be another. For more of a psychological type of horror.

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[stakesthesame]

... story writing huh...

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[avestan]

And we're stuck with these people.

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[overworker]

This is probably a first for me, but I'm sure we can come up with something interesting.

[failedsafe]

Ohhh huuuuh.

[maryhadalilgun]

Mmmmm.

[overworker]

Eheh... let's just try our best and not overthink it.

[aka please everyone make sure she doesn't overthink it]

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[maryhadalilgun]

Shit, we're almost out of time.

"I'm sorry," the child whispers. "The devil made me do it."

"Now, now," said Father Blackwood, "we mustn't fib. Why don't you tell me what you boys were really doing out in the woods past curfew?"

But they had not been in the woods, not really. They had been in the old gardening shed, full of ancient, rusty things, that boys mustn't touch.

How's that for a start?

ROUND 1 SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

Re: ROUND 1 SUBMISSION

[maryhadalilgun]

"I'm sorry," the child whispers. "The devil made me do it."

"Now, now," said Father Blackwood, "we mustn't fib. Why don't you tell me what you boys were really doing out in the woods past curfew?"

But they had not been in the woods, not really. They had been in the old gardening shed, full of ancient, rusty things, that boys mustn't touch.

ROUND 2

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room.The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale…]

“I heard you couldn’t sleep.” A tap tap tap followed as I spotted the small candy in his mangled and, for some reason, bloodied hand. “Here, a Werther’s Original, I promise it'll help.”

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

ROUND 3

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room. The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale…]

"You need to eat, Playername-kun," Grandma said, carefully plucking the diabolical Werther's from its resting place. "You're a growing boy."

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

FINAL ROUND

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room. The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale.

She slipped the candy between his lips, murmuring what sounded like gibberish under her breath and holding his mouth shut tightly. His milky eyes brightened strangely, and the rattle in his breath faded. Together, they turned to smile sharply at me.

Somehow, the handwriting seems more urgent. You get the feeling that it is time for the story to come to its thrilling conclusion...]

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime. Twelve times the bell tolls, then a thirteenth--after that, the clock goes silent as the grave, and the lights flicker out.

With a loud creak, a previously unnoticed--or perhaps previously non-existent--door cracks open, the wedge of light bidding you enter.]