He Never Smiles

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He never smiled

I never understood why he cried. I would see him everywhere I went, he would cry over everything I did, he would always be sad.. like he just lost some one he loved. His hysterical sobs would fill my senses and I could never block him out. His woeful eyes, dull and glazed over would stare in my direction, but never directly at me as he heaved for breaths between his trembling tears.. he.. it… never smiles.

The first day I saw him, my mother had just past away. I was 17 years old. I had lost my mother to a fire at my high school, which claimed 9 lives including that of my mom. It was a cold day in November, the kids were eager to leave for winter break and there was a nervous buzz in the air because we were all tasked with taking our semester finals.

My mom worked as the English teacher in the lowest level of the school. We all liked to call it the dungeon because the class room was really in the basement where all the waterlines and gas lines line were exposed against the concrete walls, but our teachers and school staff insisted we call it the lower level, due to the terms that “the dungeon” caused a lot pencil and sharpie grafitti being left on the staircase down. “Going to the dungeon” “Beware the monster that lurks here… EDucATIoN!!” and my favorite that always made me chuckle; written in big bold letters “SOLITARY CONFINEMENT”.

I was in my science class that morning, working in a small team, dissecting baby pigs and identifying their key organs; this was our semester final for the class. I was working with 2 other class mates who thankfully weren’t squeamish. We all thought it was actually kind of cool once we got past the overwhelming smell of formaldehyde.

We were removing the heart of the piglet when the school shook, immediately followed by a deafening explosive noise and and a shower of water. Our teacher, Mr. Smik, rushed us out of the class room and tried to get us down the hall to the left, past the dungeon. I rounded the corner of the science rooms door and my heart sank. I was greeted by ‘the dungeons’ door blown off its hinges, it laid against the opposing wall. The space between the door and door frame was filled with an inferno, raging from my moms class room.

I don’t know what I thinking when I ran into the fire.. I don’t know if I thought I could save her or if I was just running in there to see what happened.. I don’t know.. but I descended the staircase through the flames.

Immediately past the door, the fire was no longer burning.. it was actually almost cold once I reached the bottom step. I heard someone crying in the room.. though it was pitch black aside from a small window that lit the desk where my mom would sit while she taught class.

I searched for this crying person in the dark for a short time, gagging on the smell of burning flesh and hair before I recalled my cell phone had a flash light app. I opened the app and immediately wished I hadn’t. Burnt bodies and their unattached limbs littered the floors, some were smoldering like paper, a thin line of bright red crawling up the blacked skin and turning it into ash.

I heaved at the site, that mouth watering feeling crept into my head as it does when you’re about to throw up.. but I held it in. I averted my attention to the crying, which seamed to be coming for the over turned desk in the corner of the room.

That has to be my mom.. she’s still alive!

I ran to the desk, almost tripping over the chest of one of the victims of the fire. I heard someone yelling at the tops of the stairs for me to come out because they had detected a gas leak.. I wish I had listened.

I almost reached the desk when I looked down at another body.. this one was slightly larger than the rest. It didn’t take long for me to see this was my mom.. missing the right side of her face.. her eyes a milky white and her jaw opened wide.. she.. she had no arm.. or leg.. Dead.. my mother was dead at my feet..

The crying erupted from behind the desk again, no audible words.. just sobbing. I left my moms side to help this person. I hadn’t fully dawned on me at this point that no one could have survived this disaster.

The crying was filling my head, it blocked out the sounds of the fire alarm, everyone screaming for me to get out.. it was like I was lost in a daydream and the crying was the forefront focus of such. it blocked out everything.

I got to the desk, shined my light behind it and illuminated a figure curled up in the corned. he had blackened skin like the rest of them, almost no hair. he trembled, facing the corner of wall, his body lightly convulsing like she was being electrocuted, arms beyond his side with his hands limply hanging from her forearms.

“HEY’ I yelled, “We have to get out! There’s a gas leak!”

He didn’t respond. I thought maybe the explosion damaged his hearing.

I reached over to him and grabbed his hand. He stopped crying immediately when our skin touched.. the trembling stopped but his body kept jerking. He slowly turned his head towards me.. it limply followed his neck as it turned. And then I saw his face.

Leathery skin stretched across his bony skull, his wide eyes where like my mothers.. a milky grey and white. Browned teeth shown through a slacked jaw, no lips.. a withered nose sat unevenly on his face. He was naked.. the leathery skin continued down his nude frame, some of the skin was pealing off.. from which an infected looking yellowed fluid oozed from.

I looked at him in shock, his body jerking and heaving… he shuttered…took a breath.. and screamed. I ran.

For the next year.. I became reclusive. I dropped out of school that winter and moved to Florida with money I got from my mothers death.. never wanting to feel the cold on my skin again. I thought maybe I could continue my life where no one knew me or my past.. and maybe… just maybe I could escape the screaming in y head from that thing in the school.

Florida was great for a short time, I lived in an RV by myself on a private lot in the everglades. I established myself as a transfer student waiting until “Next year” for my college courses to begin online. no one lived around me for miles, my lot was on private property which was owned by a rich couple who were never home. A dense swampy forest surrounded my place. This was reat for me, because i gave me time to confront my thoughts and ultimately lead to my road to recovery from that night.

Until I heard the crying again.

A few times a week, I would wake up to his crying in the woods near me late at night, his lonely howls would penetrate the thin walls of my home on wheels. Why didn’t I just drive off you ask? Well.. my RV was a fifth wheel.. meaning it didn’t have a motor. It needed to be hauled by a truck. I had a moped I would use to run to town but I couldn’t get it to start. Thankfully in that regard I had plenty of food to get me by for a few months.

I thought maybe the crying was just a relapse of depression.. like PTSD in soldiers.. so I stayed and listened to it.

But It kept getting closer.. every week it would get louder.. I would lay awake in bed and beg for it to stop, it was the same way it was in that school.. it fills my head and blocks out everything..

A few nights ago.. I saw him.. curled up as he was before, with his hands slightly away from sides.. trembling… shaking just beyond the tree line no more than a few feet from door. He grew visibly closer every night from then on.. the uncontrollable sobbing creeping ever closer to my home.. the wailing filling my nights to point of me no longer being able to sleep. I could only sleep in the day.. the day was safe…

Last night.. he was looking in my window.

I had fallen asleep late that day. about 3pm.. I was working on a project all morning, setting up a classic tin can trip wire to let me know if something or someone.. or if he.. was within 5 feet of my door. I had it put together and set up by lunch time.. I ate some canned hamburger soup thing that tasted more like potatoes and salt than actual food. I showered and slept, setting my alarm for 6pm, just before it got dark. I laid down… shut my eyes.. and slept.

I awoke to the sound of makeshift perimeter alarm going off.. it was dark out.. my alarm clock hadn’t went off.

I looked at the time.. 1:26am.. the middle of the night.. no crying.

At this point, I quickly got out of bed and looked outside of my bedroom window.. nothing.

“Maybe.. it was just a raccoon trying to get into my trash” I thought. I made myself some coffee to help keep me awake through the night. Coffee had become the only thing I would drink. I made some food.. well.. canned salted potatoes with a hint of chicken dumplings and went back to my room. I sat down and addressed my fears at this point.

Lately.. I’d been convincing myself that just maybe I am seeing.. him.. because I haven’t gotten over the images of that night.. like he was a symbol of the worst day of my life that my subsonciense had unintentionally held onto and manifested in my day to day life. I became brave in this moment and told myself “Go open the front door” like this was going to make the fear end.. I figured if I had confronted the thought to be mentally created monster that I could make it go away. I set my food and coffee down and walked to the front door.. and there he was.

An eruption of screams shook my house.. his face was clearly visible against the glass of my window.. my kitchen light shown through on his face… his jaw was chattering.. gaping and closing between breaths… his breath left a fog on my window.. his eyes staring straight ahead at nothing.. he quivered violently against the outside wall.. he was real.

I screamed at him.. no real words came out.. but I was angry. I was sick of not sleeping.. not having my life.. I moved across the country to get away from this and here it was.. seeming dying on my front door.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!!” I yelled and sobbed at it. “LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!!!”

It kept screaming outside of the house.. but it started to move… standing upright it walked in slowly sporadic movements towards my door.. it arched awkwardly backwards.. tearing the skin as it stood.. yellow liquid seeped from the wounds.

LEAVE ME ALONE I yelled again.

It reached my door

In my panic, I had grabbed my fire emergency ax I had hanging above my table.

YOU WON’T KILL ME!!

I kicked open my door, the sticky night air struck me and that.. thing.. was hit by the door. It well backwards, a feral gasping yell emitted from behind its teeth. I was going to kill.. it.. now

I stumbled outside, falling down the steps in my rush. I quickly got up.. face to face with.. it… still it cried and screamed and heaved and shook in front of me.. its milky eyes still looking beyond me.. hands out stretched.

I swung my ax.. burying it deep in its side, pus spewing from my ax. it stopped crying… and looked at me.. I froze in fear and we stared at each other.

“I killed it.. I KILLED IT!” I thought to myself.

It reached it’s hand up to me.. gently gripping my arm.. and it spoke.. “Please… kill… me…” It removed the ax with it’s other hand and brought the blade to it’s neck. “Kill.. me… now..!” and put it’s hand on my face

Everything went black for moments… and I swung my ax.. “Kill it” Was all I could think

My ax hit something… solid.. I regained my vision.. I was in “the dungeon”. I looked to my left and saw my mother.. teaching her class, and she saw me.. the entire class saw me. I looked at my .. buried in the gas line now leaking propane. On my moms desk sat a single burning candle. I let go of my ax and ran to the desk to put it out.. but I was too late.

The class room exploded.. it shook the entire foundation… I fell behind the desk… my body was immediately charred from the blast and bones broken but… I survived… my mom.. laid there blown to pieces… but still alive, too… I walked the best I could to her… my body burning.. I took trembling steps towards her.. and held her hand.. her only hand…

“Mom!” I sobbed “Mom… I’m sorry!” I cried over her.

“I.. love… you…” She said… she tried to smile… but she was missing most of her face.. A flame from her lept off of her clothes and seared my eyes.. I couldn’t see..

I curled up in the corner of room behind the desk… my arms at my side because they were covered in my moms blood.. I didn’t want to touch anything… my hands.. me.. I killed my mom! I shook in the corner.. screaming in pain and sorrow

Someone spoke from behind me.

“HEY’ he yelled, “We have to get out! There’s a gas leak!” and he grabbed my hand. I turned towards him and realized he was me.. and I am the monster… I screamed.. and he ran.

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 3:27 pm

    This story was pretty amazing the only thing that broke my brain was the grammar

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  • Commented on February 25, 2016 at 3:52 pm

    AWSOME.

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 1:49 am

    I never saw the ending coming like that.
    The fact that it was like a time leap or he was hallucinating it all in the end, I was never expecting that.
    I kinda expected something else though.
    But it’s original in it’s own creepy way, so good job. You have to work with your sentence structures and punctuation though.

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 10:59 am

    Brilliant, Loved it, Absolutely SPIFFING!

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  • Commented on February 29, 2016 at 7:55 pm

    I love this pasta it was sad, but very well written.

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  • Commented on March 2, 2016 at 6:36 pm

    It was very good and I loved the twist, but lots of spelling errors

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  • Commented on February 29, 2016 at 8:14 pm

    It is satisfying to see a story you reviewed get submitted. Anyone else get the feeling “Live, Die, Repeat”?

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 9:24 am

    Very nice. Loved the time loop effect.

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 7:21 pm

    breathtakingly spooktacular..hehe

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  • Commented on March 10, 2016 at 8:23 pm

    I loved this so much, the part that creeped me out the most was just thinking about waking up and see this boy stare through your window. I love the way you wrote this story, it was really great! You did a good job!

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  • Commented on February 29, 2016 at 1:33 am

    Wow!!! Amazingly written, and I absolutely LOVE the ending!!!!! By far, the best Pasta I have ever read!!! 10/10

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  • ElliotM01
    Commented on March 2, 2016 at 1:54 am

    I love the creepy aspect to it, how he gets closer every night to the RV, it’s classic creepypasta. Also very sad with the mom Only thing that needed work was the grammar. It confused me at times.

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  • Commented on March 2, 2016 at 11:10 pm

    Epic

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  • Commented on March 18, 2016 at 4:02 am

    I knew this pasta would do well upon review, it has a nice twist in the end and has a very good structure to it. However, as a note to the author, make sure you proof-read your work. Even get friends and family to do it to, if you work on your grammar you have real potential as an author.

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  • Commented on March 2, 2016 at 8:01 pm

    Very good My fellow Sir

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  • zoha
    Commented on March 16, 2016 at 9:04 pm

    Awesome! I was so sad while reading this pasta but it was very nice.Although it was sad but i enjoyed it!

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  • Commented on February 28, 2016 at 4:02 am

    Had a few grammar and spelling errors, but other than that this was amazing the time loop gave this pasta an amazing affect for the story.I am now a little afraid to look out a window, but that’s kinda the point of a pasta. 9/10

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  • Commented on March 7, 2016 at 5:38 pm

    Quite a delicious pasta

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  • Savanna Slaughter
    Commented on February 26, 2016 at 2:18 pm

    I honestly thought that he had scisafrania in the end. But, the time loop effect was much more creative.

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  • Commented on March 4, 2016 at 6:36 pm

    Great Pasta, Had a great ending. Best one I have read in a long time. 9/10

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  • ParanormalMaddie
    Commented on March 7, 2016 at 12:43 am

    This was a really nice story. I was really sucked into it and the end was amazing! I encourage you to write more stories.

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  • Commented on March 8, 2016 at 6:58 am

    beautiful……….

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  • BLOODcrimson
    Commented on March 10, 2016 at 5:57 am

    Oh my fucking God! Beautiful. Awesome and everything else. I Love it.

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  • creepypastaaddiction
    Commented on March 11, 2016 at 5:26 am

    Wow! This was an amazing pasta! Never saw the end coming!!

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  • Commented on March 14, 2016 at 1:22 pm

    AMAZING!!!! I never saw that coming….

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  • Commented on March 17, 2016 at 1:46 pm

    The Ending was amazing. A few grammar problems here and there but otherwise it was amazing. Great Job!

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  • Commented on March 31, 2016 at 6:28 pm

    My favourite so far! I’ve always loved time loops and things. Love It!

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  • Commented on February 26, 2016 at 8:13 am

    Very well written. Keep up the good job

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  • Commented on March 1, 2016 at 7:37 pm

    This was just… Wow. So good!!

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  • LUCY
    Commented on March 3, 2016 at 1:11 am

    Totally awesome… the spelling needs work.. but overall awesome! What would have made it better though is if you included an ax inside the classroom when he tried to save his mom. keep going though!
    #awesome

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  • Commented on March 6, 2016 at 4:14 am

    It overall was very well written, I especially loved what you did with the end. Spectacularly chilling…

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  • Commented on March 6, 2016 at 5:02 pm

    Some minor grammatical errors, but overall a great and interesting story. One thing that bothered me was the extensive use of the double periods “..” This is not an actually punctuation, you might be referring to the ellipsis which is three periods “…” Still a very interesting and unique story. Great job!

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  • Ty
    Commented on March 9, 2016 at 3:25 pm

    Great pasta but the spelling errors!

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  • Commented on March 9, 2016 at 5:13 pm

    pretty good story!

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  • Licorice Whip
    Commented on March 13, 2016 at 12:40 am

    Amazing! My favorite part was the twist ending, totally makes up for the typos! The other parts were awesome too. I like the part when [the thing was right outside the window!] I’m super paranoid about sleep! (I get up at 5:30 AM five frickin’ days a week!)

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  • Commented on March 14, 2016 at 2:29 am

    It was a odd but very well executed plot. Good job.

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  • Commented on March 14, 2016 at 2:33 am

    This is good the only thing that bothered me was the fact of a few grammar errors

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  • Commented on March 16, 2016 at 9:41 am

    Really Nice Concept. Good Idea. Just work on your Grammar and Spelling. Good Luck to You.

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  • Spencer Turner
    Commented on March 20, 2016 at 4:43 pm

    Great story

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  • Commented on April 18, 2016 at 7:09 pm

    I loved the time loop effect. The entire story I was wondering who (or what) the creepy person was. A few spelling and grammar mistakes, but other than that it was amazing.

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  • Commented on June 5, 2016 at 1:03 am

    Awesome story!! After reading it, you can reread the story but think of the screaming burned boy as not a ghost or hallucination but a boy maybe trying desperatley to warn himself so the time loop doesn’t continue and his mother doesn’t die. It’s a disturbing thought to imagine some innocent kid going through that. I really enjoyed the story, only problem was the spelling and grammar errors.

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  • Commented on August 9, 2016 at 6:45 am

    As folk have mentioned there are a few grammar issues, but one had me confused. Where you say, “he trembled, facing the corner of wall, his body lightly convulsing like she was being electrocuted, arms beyond his side with his hands limply hanging from her forearms.”
    I think the pronouns were accidentally switched.

    Otherwise I liked this 🙂

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  • cookiemonster
    Commented on September 8, 2017 at 12:15 am

    This was an awesome pasta. The ending shocked me cos I wasn’t expecting it but yeah, it was really good! xDD I don’t really care about the grammar and spelling errors cos I understand what you were trying to say, and everyone else has commented on that anyway.

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  • Commented on September 16, 2017 at 10:32 pm

    Wow….that’s all I can say. I mean this is truly the best pasta I’ve ever read. OMG seriously, if you make a movie of this, I’ll watch it 1,000 times. Incredible.

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  • Commented on October 6, 2017 at 10:50 am

    Utterly impressive work! Great creepypasta, it was nice and tasty.

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  • Commented on February 28, 2016 at 2:34 am

    This pastas’s creep factor was on point!! Almost had me overlooking the blatant grammar errors and sporadic writing style!! Would love to see some more!

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  • Commented on August 14, 2016 at 11:24 am

    Well this will give me nightmares since i have a wide variety of imagination hahahah
    Nice story bruh 🙂

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  • Commented on September 12, 2016 at 1:01 am

    Interesting. Could use a bit of editing for spelling and grammar though.

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  • Commented on October 11, 2016 at 2:17 am

    Very good pasta. The grammar and spelling kept pulling me out of the story, however. How did this make it past the review phase with that many errors?

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  • Commented on October 3, 2016 at 4:31 pm

    Good story but it needs better grammar.

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  • Commented on May 19, 2017 at 3:14 am

    ‘passed’ not ‘past’
    “He… It… ” Seriously? Ugh.. bad grammar, cliche, and not even halfway through. How is this so highly rated please? It is written like crap, I had to force myself to finish it. Ugh…

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  • Commented on February 28, 2016 at 2:30 am

    This pastas creep factor was

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  • pooperoni
    Commented on March 13, 2016 at 10:28 am

    God damp time loop rubbish and “oh look, no oops the monster was actually me”. Absolute crap story which doesn’t make any sense, how would the little freak have an ax in a school anyway? And what the flip kind of health and safety laws allow naked flames in a classrroom

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