All The Papers Lied Tonight

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God, I hope I’m just going crazy.

You ever had one of those “how in the hell did I get here” moments? I mean those flashes of clarity where you really see your life. You look in the mirror and you’re so far removed from the person you dreamed of being when you were a kid that you’re stunned speechless.

Mine happened about a year ago, a week or two before Thanksgiving, when I woke up in the hospital. I was incredibly disoriented; everything seemed unreal and distant, not really happening to me… like I was dreaming, or an avatar in a video game.

Maybe it was because I already felt so disconnected… maybe it was the terrifying reminder of my own mortality… but it felt like I was seeing myself with a stranger’s eyes. Waves of shame and self-hatred rolled over me in that hospital bed, and I vowed to change my life.

I’d made similar resolutions before and failed miserably, but this time was different.

This time, the change was nearly effortless: old habits evaporated, old temptations lost all allure. Peer pressure stopped being an issue, because I just wasn’t interested in hanging out with my usual group; when I tried going out with them sober, they bored me to tears.

Meanwhile, other relationships in my life were improving. At my son Logan’s birthday party, I even overheard my ex-husband telling his mother that I’d finally grown up and stopped causing so much heartache for everyone.

When the last children had left and I was cleaning up, my son surprised me with a running hug. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me harder than he ever had in his life.

“Will you stay?” he whispered.

I brushed back his hair with my hand. “Of course! I’ll stay as long as you want. You could even spend the night at my place tonight, if your Dad says it’s okay.”

He sighed happily. “You’re so much better than my real mom.”

Every cell in my body froze.

I launched into a speech about how I was his Mom, was trying to change, knew I needed to earn his trust back, etc.

“Okay!” he said lightly, obviously eager to return to his pile of presents.

But just before he ran off… he winked at me, like we had an awesome secret.

Logan couldn’t stay with me that night after all… and honestly, I was kind of relieved. What he’d said had cut me to the core, and for the first time in nearly a year, I desperately wanted a drink.

I made it all the way to the front door of my apartment complex before I lost it and started sobbing. I was fumbling in my purse for my keys, trying to see through a glaze of tears, when Sam put his hand on my shoulder.

Sam had lived in the apartment next door to mine for years. Before my epiphany, I’d barely spared him a glance… but after, I’d found myself choking on cartoon butterflies whenever he passed by.

I’d never had to chase a guy before. It’s not that I’m Angelina Jolie or anything, it’s just that I used to spend an enormous amount of time and money making myself look nothing like myself. You’ve seen the old me, or one of my countless clones: a golem of silicone and acrylic, spangles and bleach. It was a lot like being a zombie, I suppose; you can barely move for fear that parts of you will fall off.

Back on point: I’d been trying to catch Sam’s eye for months, and I was terrible at it. I’d chat him up and think I was getting somewhere… but then I’d make a joke, or quote a movie, and he’d cringe like I’d just stabbed him.

It was a humiliating way to have finally caught his attention… bawling like an angry toddler on the front steps, miserably wiping snot on my sleeve as I blubbered confessions for a million sins.

Sam listened patiently, only stopping me once to suggest we get out of the cold and continue talking in his apartment.

He drank me under the table. I’d lost all my tolerance in a year of sobriety, but Sam definitely didn’t have that problem. When I got up to get us both another, it was easy to see why: his refrigerator looked like mine used to, boasting the four food groups of beer, liquor, takeout, and antique condiments.

“Did your roommate move out?” I asked, carrying our beers back from his kitchen. “She was a big cook, right? I used to walk by your place around dinnertime and drool.”

“She wasn’t my roommate,” he said quietly. “She was my wife.”

My face fell, and the last year flashed by in sickening instant replay: his total disinterest in me, followed by the pained looks and vanishing act whenever he caught himself flirting back. I’d never bothered to ring-check him until my crush hit.

“If you’d like to talk about it, I’m interested… but I won’t pry if you don’t. Up to you.”

He laughed a little, shaking his head. “It’s funny. Emily was usually such a good judge of character… but she was so wrong about you. Sucks that she never got to know you… I think she would have really liked you.”

He changed the subject, and I excused myself soon after.

The next day, curiosity led me to Google his wife. As I read through the results, my eyes widened.

Emily had died the night I’d passed out, and it appeared she might have accidentally saved my life. I spoke with a neighbor and confirmed that my guess was right… the EMT’s who responded to Sam’s 911 call had been the ones who found me. Since they’d been called out for just one patient and only had one ambulance, they’d put me on a board and hung it on hooks from the ambulance ceiling.

I didn’t sleep a wink the night I found that out. My stupid drunk ass had hung there a few feet above the worst moments of Sam’s life and the last ones of Emily’s… the ultimate third wheel, intruding on something incredibly private and intimate.

I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining what it must have been like for Emily, staring up at a woman she’d thought was a total waste, knowing that I’d wake up and she never would.

I blushed against my pillow, thinking of how I’d hit on him so soon after her death. I couldn’t believe he’d ended up comforting me

I swore to never flirt with Sam again, and I kept that promise… even as we became friendlier and wound up with a weekly TV-and-Chinese-Food appointment.

I didn’t mean to get him a Christmas present. I’d considered it, but written it off as over the line.

Then I went thrifting and saw this pocketknife. It wasn’t anything flashy, but something about it just said “Sam” to me. When I picked it up and examined it, the owner came up behind me.

“You’ve got nice taste, honey,” he said. “They don’t make ’em like that anymore.”

And I smiled, ‘cause that was how I felt about Sam.

But when Sam opened the gift, his face went white.

“Did I… did I tell you about this that night I was so drunk?” he murmured, picking up the knife and turning it in his large fingers. “I must have…”

Sam had inherited one exactly like it from his grandfather. It had gotten lost when he and Emily moved into the building, and he’d felt awful about it.

“Oh, crap… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories…”

“No, no, this is great… I’ve been trying to find one for long time. Thank you.”

I think he meant to peck me on the cheek, but it landed on the corner of my mouth… and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me for real.

It was amazing for about ten seconds… and then he sprang off the couch, stammering that he was sorry, that he’d been overcome…

And then it just poured out of him.

He told me how much I reminded him of Emily, how being with me was so much like being with her that it broke his heart.

“You say things she said, you quote movies she used to quote… Jesus, you wear some of the same clothes. Who puts this green shit on Triscuits? Nobody I’ve ever met… except you and her.”

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t reply.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you. My therapist said…” he broke off with a disgusted noise, sighing deeply before continuing. “I just don’t think I can get over her and do this… the dinners with you. I’m not moving on, I’m just… I’m just pretending I don’t have to.”

He apologized again, and then he was gone.

I stared at the door like an idiot for a few seconds, letting that sink in. He’d left his present on my coffee table, and I bent to pick it up…

You’re so much better than my real mom.

Suddenly, pieces were snapping together in my mind, and I kept shaking my head like I could break them apart again. What I was thinking was stupid, crazy, superstitious lunacy…

I’d been a few feet away in the ambulance when she’d died. I’d woken up consumed with self-loathing, turning into a new person almost overnight… one with different hobbies, different opinions, different tastes. Even my own son didn’t believe I was me.

So many things falling into place. My instant, extra-strength crush on Sam. My new clothing and hairstyle, so similar to hers in her Facebook photos.

How I’d suddenly decided to take up cooking… and been weirdly good at it.

How I’d never put mint jelly on Triscuits before, and had no idea why I’d even bought it.

How I didn’t remember seeing half the movies I was always quoting.

I’ve started seeing a therapist myself. She says I’m trying to distance myself from a past I’m ashamed of… that low self-esteem and my crush on Sam have manifested in me imagining that I’m a person he could love. She thinks maybe I hit my head when I fell, or maybe I have something called depersonalization disorder.

I’ve read countless stories on Nosleep about hauntings and possessions. You guys are the experts on banishment, rituals, salt and sage and iron…

But what do I do if I’m the ghost?

What in the hell do I do?

Original Author: ThrowAway

24 Comments on 'All The Papers Lied Tonight'

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  • Commented on December 17, 2014 at 1:26 am

    This was incredible. Probably the best Creepypasta I’ve ever read, it had an excellent buildup of confusion and suspense and an elaborate story. Thank you!

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  • Commented on December 19, 2014 at 5:00 am

    Yooooo that was really good. Stories with plots like this can usually give themselves away so early on, but I didn’t figure it out until the last paragraph. Props.

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  • Commented on December 17, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    This was exceptional, absolutely wonderful. I haven’t read a story this well written in a long time.

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  • Commented on December 18, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    This CreepyPasta was really creative and brings the scarceness of a creepy pasta. I give you Five gold stars

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  • Commented on March 12, 2015 at 3:45 am

    It didn’t scare me but I loved the story. It was very interesting.

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  • Commented on April 19, 2015 at 1:01 am

    THIS IS GREAT!!! I haven’t read a story this good since Stephen King.

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  • Commented on December 17, 2014 at 9:18 am

    I was reading this for a second, then I realized I’ve read this story before. I’m glad to see that it is still doing well. The buildup in this story is exactly how every creepy pasta should be like.

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  • Commented on March 19, 2015 at 5:45 pm

    Very good! Loved it!

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  • Commented on July 21, 2015 at 6:33 pm

    Ahh… The subtle ones are always the tastiest. 10/10

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  • Commented on December 17, 2014 at 3:28 pm

    I don’t really have anything in store to be a critic but I really like how that was written.

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  • Commented on December 31, 2014 at 10:39 am

    Well written, loved it.

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  • Commented on January 17, 2015 at 4:53 am

    pretty good story line. keep writing

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  • Commented on November 2, 2015 at 3:28 am

    This is the best thing I’ve ever read! You did a fantastic job from the beginning to the end.

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  • Commented on January 30, 2016 at 4:08 am

    I appreciate how this pasta takes several common horror/fantasy elements (the second chance, the Monkey’s Paw effect, children seeing what the adults can’t) and makes something completely new out of it.

    I’m tempted to say I’d like a sequel to find out how Not!Emily deals with Emily’s attempt at a takeover. How does Not!Emily stop her? Should she even try?

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  • Commented on March 23, 2016 at 4:11 pm

    Very, very good. Hope to see more from this author.

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  • Commented on June 3, 2015 at 5:59 pm

    That was prestigious! Well done very original

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  • Ember
    Commented on July 12, 2015 at 12:35 am

    This was absolutely amazing! 10/10

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  • Commented on August 21, 2015 at 6:34 am

    This creepy pasta is amazing. I’ve never read anything like it. 5/5

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  • Commented on January 25, 2016 at 6:13 am

    This story wasn’t even intended to scare anyone, the plot twist just… Wow! I’d kinda like a sequel/follow up to this story, to be honest.

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  • Commented on April 29, 2016 at 10:44 pm

    all I can say to this story is…..wow…just….wow

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  • ummm
    Commented on November 3, 2015 at 8:11 pm

    I don’t get it. I’ll check comments later to see if anyone has explained it

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  • Commented on June 10, 2016 at 7:33 pm

    This is terrifying on a psychological level…

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  • Commented on November 4, 2016 at 9:04 am

    Original idea executed beautifully. Thank you for gracing us with this story

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  • Commented on April 30, 2016 at 4:22 pm

    also dont know if you wrote this or not but…may i narrate this story?

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