I don’t know what’s worse, the screams that ended a few weeks ago, or the silence that has fallen since then. Before, I felt like everything should be done to help others. Now, in my self-reflection, I don’t know anymore.
It was like any other day in the city. Sunny, crowded, and busy. I was walking to work at a large national bank, where I recently began an internship. I remember the day well because, besides the obvious fact that the world ended on this day, I had finally convinced myself to talk to the cute secretary across the hall from me. Things just seemed to be going my way that day. I walked to work every day, and the flow of traffic was straight my way. That’s when the alarms sounded.
There was a mass panic, as is expected. I watched as thousands of people ran in hysteria, all going absolutely nowhere. Some of the people ran for the subways, anything deep in the ground. There’s only so many places to go, and as I stated before, people weren’t getting very far. The only option I really had was to follow all those going into the subways. There were some military personnel in the corridor instructing us down the tunnel, wearing full military gas suits like they were equipped for some sort of bio-air attack. You couldn’t see their faces at all, and they looked ominous. Some people were crying and the children were screaming as their parents dragged them into the ever darkening tunnel.
It must have been a few hours that I walked in darkness with crowds of people before more military personnel, dressed in similar attire as described before, signaled us to turn left into a behemoth of a vault. The characters N77R2D80F were written across some of the steelwork. I was lucky enough to have gotten in because I heard gunshots after walking through the metal frames and the large bronze looking doors were shut behind us. More screams could be heard outside and more gunshots. Things got quiet outside after a few minutes.
The explosions began around fifteen minutes later. The sound was deafening and the ground shook like the Gods themselves were trying to kill us. The children continued to screamed through it all and continued long after. The thing that disturbed me the most was the lack of noise outside.
Things remained quiet in the vault for the next few days. People talked about what it was that might have happened on the outside, and the general consensus was that a nuclear explosion had detonated on the surface. It was a miracle that we were still all alive to be honest. There was a small cafeteria for us, but it was obviously overwhelmed by the amount of refugees here. The food rations were fairly small and seemed inhumane, though we all knew there wasn’t enough to go around.
It was around the third or fourth day that noises began to come from outside of the vault. The soldiers were instructed by their superiors not to open the doors for any reason, and I think we were all thankful for it. None of us wanted to see what was on the other side; especially now when we heard their pleas.
“We know you’re in there! – You have to let us in. – Help us. – We’re dying out here, do something! – For the love of God, help!”
Their cries went on for around three hours before gunshots sounded on the other side of the door. I don’t want to know who those shots came from, but we were all glad for the quiet.
After a week more, the voices were back. This time they cursed and threatened us all on the inside. They went on to say that once they were on the inside, they’d eat our flesh and suck the marrow from our bones like a straw. I tried not to let it get to me but it wasn’t working. The voices followed me into my dreams and caused me horrible nightmares. I dreamt I was on the outside in the probably leveled city, being chased by sub-humans trying to eat me. I know they’re just dreams, but who knows if that’s too far off from reality.
Recently the leaders of the vault had all agreed that our rations would be halved. There was protest and a small faction tried to take the cafeteria, but they were all shot. I’ve begun hording the food I’ve gotten in my bag for work. Like I said, there’s not a lot, but I stow away what I can when I can.
They’re inside the vault, and they’re not human. I caught a glimpse of them as i ran through the corridors, and those things are not humans. They have horrible green glowing eyes, and their hairless skin is yellow. I locked eyes with one of them, and in that moment I felt the hatred he, or it, felt for me. A step, two steps, and then finally a burst of rounds into his head from his left. I didn’t stop to wait and greet my savior. I ran. I ran as fast and as hard as I could run. You’ll probably think me a coward for what I’m about to say next, but I don’t care.
I arrived in the cafeteria and went straight for the kitchen. Breakfast was just being served, so one of the storerooms wasn’t locked up, and no one was around. I locked the giant door behind me and listened to the carnage outside of my door. Some shots continued to ring throughout the next couple hours, and were silenced. I spent my time taking stock of what food I had, and it was enough to survive for, let’s just say, a hell of a long time. A soldier lay inside near the door with his rifle to his front, and his sidearm still holstered. I grabbed the sidearm and pocketed it.
I have been in this room for longer than I can keep track. By the amount of cans stacked against the wall, I can only guess a month. The corpse in the room began to rot a long time ago, and the stench is horrendous. It fills my nostrils day and night.
The worst of it is they know I’m here. They know I’ve locked myself in this room and they keep telling me I am going to die here. I am going to die in this room. This is the place. They whisper to me in my sleep that they’ll peel my eye lids off of my head and rip my fingers off one by one.
I spend the days curled up in the corner, watching the man rot, wishing my hell would end. I’ve thought to myself many times that I could just shoot myself in the temple and then this nightmare would go away. The food is dwindling, and the idea is more and more tempting.
Those hollow things call my name. In my loneliness I told them who I was. They tell me to open the door and it’ll all be over. Those hollow, unhuman things tell me to end it. End the torture on my own terms.
They got one thing right. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I’m ending it on my own terms.
60 Comments on 'Hollow'
Well it’s maybe only me, but I miss the action part of it. Could have been better if it was longer.
Holy shite that was great.
That is the best story i have heard in a long time!
This creepypasta’s main apocalyptic premise was very creative, so it isn’t cliché for sure, kudos to you. Multiple parts of this story were really good, like when the panicked crowds and the soldiers running to the subway were described. But I think what stopped me from fully enjoying this story was the third 1/4. The only thing I can think of is that the story would have benefited from being a lot longer, giving it more time to build up a stronger atmosphere. And I know that it’s important to not explain everything to the reader, because it’s scarier that way, but some of what was going on could have been described more for better effect. For example, when the “monster” was shot in front of the MC. The ending was fantastic though! Your writing style shows a lot of promise. If I had to rate this story, I would give it a 3.5/5.
This is truly a nightmarish story you made here. A great one too.
I tought it was the lifeline game because of the green eyes. Nice story. I enjoyed reading it.
This story is a great twist on the apocalypse. I really like how the monsters are self-aware, but are completely without emotion.
This is a pretty good short story if I don’t say so myself. It makes things seem almost real with the way you’ve written it, and your style makes everything flow together. The only thing I would remotely complain about is the abrupt change after the eleventh paragraph. I had to read it a few times before really understanding, but other than that it’s really good! Keep writing! 😀
Those damn Super-Mutants 😉
there were some spelling errors, but i can never spell anything either. It’s definitely a great pasta to kick off 2017 with. It gave me the creep factor and that thrill that i’m always searching for. Keep up the good work my friend! 🙂
in paragraph 2 & 3 if u look really close in the lines there’s a piece sign emoji✌️
Fallout in a nutshell
this is a very good story i really enjoyed pls keep writing these
Great story! It is really well written and very creepy.
Reminds me of Legion by Matheson. Good work!
✌️This has nothing to do with the story but in the 2nd and 3rd paragraph there’s a peace sign emoji u have to look really close tho✌️
This story is amazing, my new favorite creepypasta. Keep em’ comin’ Valley_Rat!
This is one of the first stories I’ve read on here. And must I say, this is the best one so far! It’s just the feeling of what I would do in that situation and the thoughts I would have. Great story!
The story was quite generic
Very creative. It is a creepypasta that you have to read unfil the end. It is absolutely fascinating.
A pretty good read. Thank you.
I’d like to be the one to make a story like this
I spend the days curled up in the corner, watching the man rot, now that’s creepy man!
Very good! A few minor spelling and grammatical errors, but they don’t detract from the story. The buildup to the climax was suspenseful, and the denouement was very much believable. Overall the creep factor was excellent and gave me chills. I think I would add to the story by describing the smell of the decaying body or explaining why they are known as ‘hollow’. I look forwards to your next story!
Very Nice, well done. Does make me think of the vault experiments in fallout, which just makes it more interesting. I do agree with Darkerheavens, adding some extra details would make it more in-depth. But, all in all, it is a good story. 🙂
Damn this one is good. It was really interesting to be honest. I love iy
Good story perhaps a follow up in Part2 will be coming? It’s the not knowing that keeps us in demand for more .
This was a good effort! It could be improved if the narrator had described the characters and environment a little more. Grammatical errors crippled the story slightly. Other than that, it was an entertaining read and I look forward to your next entries. 6/10
I thoroughly enjoyed it
This is a good story for the end of the world and i enjoyed it so thank u and you have good spelling XDDD
In the fourth paragraph from the end “eye lids” is one word eyelids.
VERY similar to a zombie creepypasta that I once read, it’s actually quite unoriginal.
honestly, I feel like this would be a dream I would have.
Solid read. The build up kept me interested right until the end
Wow this is my first time reading a creepypasta and what a way to start reading them. Thanks for the good story
Excellent story, spelling and grammatical errors don’t take away from the creep factor, cant wait to read another of yours
I am a narrator on YouTube and I was wondering could I have your permission to narrate your story. I will site you are the author and link to this website.
I am a narrator on YouTube and I was wondering if I could have your permission to narrate this story? I will site you are the author and link to this website!
I truly love this story. It’s extremely amazing. I could imagine all of this happening, honestly. I was hoping I could do a narration of this? I’d be honored to do such.
I loved this story and the grammar. I just wish we had a bit more info on what the hollows are and why the world ended. Where did the hollows come from? Why did the humans become hollows ?With more info this could become an awesome movie.
This story is amazingly good. It has all the right adjectives and the story feels like you’re in it! It reminds me of some war books.
I generally enjoyed this. Keep ’em coming!
This is basically Fallout. But the way the story was told, an extremely creepy creepypasta. Loved it. Also, this brings a side of Fallout in a way we never thought of it before. From the eyes of a cornered Vault-Dweller
this would be one of the creepiest stories ever, i absolutely loved it 🙂
Great fallout reference.
This is a really horrific story. I enjoyed it!
My favorite part about these recent talking or thought producing zombies is details of what they are going to do to the survivers. Gives a thrilling psychological factor to the zombie cliches.
sounds alot like fallout.
it was good but it needs more
This was amazingly creepy. I just wish I hadn’t read it cuz I’m gonna sleep soon
I have to say the best part of this story is that you never know what is on the other side of the door or what really happened. Was it chemical warfare? Aliens? Zombies? Simply human nature taking over? The world will never know…….hopefully……
Very interesting and horrifying! It was a nice read!
Great story. Seen a lot like these, and I Love them. Have you heard of Persuaded? A Story just Like This.