I moved into town a few weeks ago. I got a new place to live, a new dead-end job, and a new start. I’ll come right out and say it, I’ve been running away from a sordid past my entire life. Well, that’s not exactly true. To be more specific, I’ve been running away from myself. What do I mean by that you ask? Well, I often fall into situations where my true colors show. When that happens, I’m forced to move away and try to start anew.

Some things never change with me. I still like classical music, I still take long walks, and I still like reading creepy pasta. The last of the three has proved to be the catalyst of my current predicament. I’m not blaming the medium of horror stories themselves, I’m blaming my curious fascination with them. Many will agree it’s rare to find a person who openly admits a passion for the subject. So imagine my surprise when I came into contact with Harvey.

It was a typical night stocking shelves at a department store from 10 P.M. to 7 A.M. I’d grown accustomed to working night jobs like these. If you’re a loner like myself, you should know about the limited job prospects available to someone new in town, but I digress. Back to Harvey, lunchtime came at 2, and like usual, I waited out the hour at an empty table. Then I noticed a man who’d gotten done eating, he reached into his cooler and pulled out a stack of papers.

I glanced over at him a few times to observe him reading text that semi-transparently shown through the paper. Curiosity consumed me. I stood up and walked over to the vending machines as if to buy something. While I made the short journey, I got a better look at his reading material. The titles that appeared on the page were those of creepy pastas. Many of which I recognized.

After introducing myself and going through the typical motions of meeting a new person, I asked what he was reading. Of course I knew the answer already, but I figured it would be best to gain some trust from him. As mentioned before, it’s not often people openly talk about it. We spent the rest of the hour talking and laughing about the subject with a heavy rapport. Somewhere in that time frame, I mentioned how I’d been writing a few story ideas in a notebook. This caught his interest like honey catches flies. Before I knew it, I’d been invited to visit his home after work to discuss my ideas in greater detail.

So there I was sitting at his kitchen table, with only a pile of napkins separating us. I opened my notebook and began to tell him my first idea. “Alright here’s one. So a guy sees an employment ad in the paper looking for imaginative people. He gets the job and is told to imagine a double of himself. With time, the double begins to become more and more real, so much so, the protagonist can no longer control him.”

Harvey crossed his arms and shook his head, “It’s already been done.” Surprised, I asked, “Wait, what you mean it’s been done?”

“You ripped off Tulpa.”
“I’ve never heard of that one before.”
“Bullshit, that’s an all-time classic. There’s no way in hell you didn’t know about that one.”
“Seriously Harvey, I have no idea what you’re taking about.”
“Oh sure, that’s what they all say.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose man!”
“They say that too.”

I grumbled a little, “Okay, just a freak coincidence.” I tore the previous page out and crumpled it into a small ball. I glanced at the next page and smiled upon seeing it. This idea was one I knew in my heart to be a masterpiece. Unlike the others, it was a fully written story that took up half the notebook. “Alright, here’s one I’m really proud of.” I said, “So it centers on these political prisoners that volunteer to take part in an experiment where they are not allowed to sleep for a certain period of time.” Harvey burst into laughter, “Really? Again?”

“What do you mean ‘again’?”
“The Russian Sleep Experiment?”
“That one I actually know.”
“You don’t say? You could have fooled me!”
“What you think I stole that one too?”
“I’m suspicious.”

I have to admit, it felt like there was an apple stuck in my throat when he said that. I spent weeks trying to absolutely perfect that story. Harvey gathered himself a bit and asked, “Tell me, why do you want to write creepy pasta?” I swallowed that painful lump in my throat and responded, “Because I think I can be a good writer.”

“You do know a good writer always comes up with fresh ideas, right?”
“That’s what I’m trying to do Harvey.”
“No, you’re trying to rehash old content.”
“I am not.”

He rolled his eyes at me and slouched in his chair. Meanwhile; I flipped to a random page in my notebook and rattled off another abstract, “There’s a man who’s an avid pet lover, but one day, he discovers he has a joy for doing them harm.” Across the table, Harvey interrupted me with disgust, “Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s one thing to piggy-back on the success of anonymous people, but Edgar Allen Poe? How dare you?”

“No way. Poe has never done a story like this.”
“Um, The Black Cat? Ring any bells?”
“No, I based this one off my childhood.”
“I would believe the claim that it’s based off characteristics of serial killers.”
“Why? What does that have to do with Poe?”
“That’s what you don’t understand. Poe was considered a genius. He knew the mentality of psychopaths long before any shrink. Again, how dare you?”

I became a little frustrated with him, “Well, I’ve got a full notebook here. There has to be at least one original idea.” He rolled his eyes and responded, “I’m sure there is. I just haven’t heard one yet, but do continue.”

I crossed the idea off in my notebook and flipped the page, “Well how about this? A group of coworkers get together at lunch. They all start talking about their woes when one brings up the story of Kirby…” He cut me off with, “The Nice Guy”

“Did I do it again Harvey?”
“Yep, you sure did. Say? Do you listen to these stories on YouTube?”
“Well, yeah. Who doesn’t?”
“Do you sometimes fall asleep while listening to them?”
“I usually do. You know? So I can have nightmares?”
“Bingo! That’s where all these are coming from. You’re subconsciously stealing them.”

My pen made a big violent slash through the story I was going to call The New Guy. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I needed to calm the anger building up in me. “You know Harvey? I came to you asking for help, and all you’ve done is denounced it all with a higher heir of conscience. Tell me, have you ever written one?” He then gathered himself from his poor humor, “Yeah, I used to. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ll tell you again. All the good ideas have already been done. That’s why I don’t write anymore.”

“Come on, there has to be an original idea somewhere! People write new stories everyday!”
“Yeah, but most of them are ideas stolen from the legends of horror. Its people like you who steal them.”
“I’m not trying to steal anything Harvey!”
“Then prove it! Tell me one good concept that hasn’t been done yet!”

Paper flashed before me as my thumb whisked through the notebook, “I bet you haven’t read this one. So there’s a child in the park. A strange man approaches him. The man instructs the boy to kill a badly injured squirrel…” Harvey slapped his forehead and said quietly, “Azzy. You got that one from Azzy.” I threw the notebook down to my side, “Azzy? Who the hell is Azzy?”

“That’s the point, you’re not supposed to know who he is until the end.”

I gasped, “How did you know how my story was going to end?”

“It’s not your story! Jeez kid, this was all kind of funny at first, but I’m convinced you don’t have what it takes to write a creepy pasta.”
“I do too! Just wait and see, I know I have a few good ideas written down.”
“Don’t you mean plagiarized?”

For the next several minutes, I kept telling him about the ideas I’d written in my notebook. With every new idea, came a new comparison, Slenderman, Ticci-Toby, Fear Not the Shadows, The Glutton, and Midnight Train to name a few. Harvey had become annoyed with me, and annoyed with my supposed “plagiarism”. With one final attempt, and one last hope, I threw down my notebook and yelled, “Yeah? How ‘bout something I just made up! A person moves into a new neighborhood and after a series of events, it’s reveled he’s a contained psychopath!”

Then came a long pause in the room. Harvey looked at me astounded and I smiled. I thought I’d finally come up with something that was truly my own. Then he started laughing, quietly at first, then louder, and eventually, manically. “What? Do you mean to tell me you’ve never heard of Jeff the Killer? I tell you what. There’s a subgenre of creepy pasta called crappy pasta, I think that’s your true calling.”

A flash of red blurred my vision. Before I could think, my body crawled across the table to him. He tried to get up to dodge my assault, but he wasn’t quick enough. My hands wrapped around his neck and squeezed tightly. He fell back in his chair, pulling me down with him. My hands lost their grasp and he tried to make a run for the door. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” he shrieked. I only responded by smashing his face into the drywall. He started to fight back, blows came to my chest and chin, but the pain didn’t register through the anger. We fell back down to the floor, as luck would have it, I ended up on top. My hands put a death grip around his throat again. I flexed my hands harder and harder until noise could not escape his mouth.

He struggled against my grasp with fingers nails clawing at my wrists. This retaliation made it impossible to keep a firm hold on his wind pipe. Even though I tried my best, he was still able to take in a few breaths of life. I then pulled up on his neck and immediately slammed his skull onto the floor. His struggle slowed. I bashed his skull a few more times and blood began to trickle down his face. With an overzealous burst of energy, his head rapidly made contact with hardwood surface until at last, his cranium was turned to mush.

I sat perched over his corpse for few minutes breathing heavily. A thick pool of blood surrounded the area of which he laid. Why have I done it again? I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I looked down at my hands covered in crimson liquid, that’s when it came to me.

So this is how the story starts. A man is deep in the woods under a star-lit night. He quickly, yet discretely digs a shallow grave. He throws a black trash bag into the hole and begins to fill it back in. While doing so, he reminisces the events that led up to his current predicament.

He’s new in town. The lawmen can’t find him, but they know he’s connected to a string of violent murders. He goes by a different name, he has a new job, and has a new start. But one night he came across a coworker that shared a similar interest with him.

His coworker invited him over to discuss ideas about writing short horror stories. The coworker turns out to be an expert on the subject. Despite an entire notebook filled with ideas, the expert points out how every single idea is unoriginal. Even stranger, he claims every idea discussed is an almost exact copy of already famous stories and accuses the main character of plagiarism.

The main character swears up and down he was not intentionally trying to copy other peoples’ work. The expert however; is unconvinced and mocks the main character with snide remarks. The main character eventually grows furious and attacks his coworker. After a brief struggle, the main character gets the upper hand and viciously murders the other.

I know this has to be an original idea, it just has to be. How on Earth could I plagiarize my own story?

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  • Commented on October 15, 2015 at 4:17 am

    Solid concept, but a pretty weak ending. I was expecting something along the lines of they end up living out a creepypasta in their own right. The “he’s a murderer” ending could work if it was more subtle. Perhaps the narrator starts telling details about one of his murders as a suggestion for a creepypasta and that in itself is unique. You kind of did that with the comparison to the Black Cat, but I don’t feel you followed through on it.

    That out of the way, there’s a very good concept here just begging to be fully realized. The writing is pretty solid, the idea imaginative, you just need to work on that payoff and it would be 10/10.

  • Commented on October 17, 2015 at 1:22 am

    This is the author here. I feel that I have to leave a note so others may understand what I meant by writing this piece.

    First off, it is not intended to be scary. I believe it is more of a dark humor piece. I understand that putting it on a creepypasta site may have been a wrong choice as a great many of you simply read these stories for chills rather than laughs. If you feel that your time has been wasted, please accept my apologies.

    Secondly, this story started off as a long rant in my journal about not being able to come up with something 100% original. It then somehow got molded into a plot that I felt transcended a normal level of thinking and broke the barriers of standard story telling by being self-aware. Either way, I needed to write this in order to get past the idea that I could never be an original.

    It’s okay if you hate the story and it’s okay if the criticisms are constructively harsh. Sometimes criticisms can be a tough pill to swallow, but I firmly believe them to be the best medicine for an author. My ultimate goal is to bring my readers the best and I won’t be able to do it if I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

    All I ask for is your patience.

    Thank you for reading.

  • Commented on October 18, 2015 at 9:32 pm

    Hes the murder?!
    Great Pasta!!!

  • Commented on October 19, 2015 at 11:32 pm

    I liked it. Thank you for all the creepy pasta references! There are a few I need to check out.

  • Commented on December 6, 2015 at 3:54 am

    at the start you wrote anew instead of a new. good creepypasta though

  • Commented on February 14, 2016 at 5:57 am

    “Seriously Harvey, I have no idea what you’re taking about.” shouldn’t it be talking about not taking about??? correct if I’m wrong

  • Commented on March 26, 2016 at 4:50 pm

    This has to be my favorite story I’ve seen so far!! Good writing!

  • Commented on March 26, 2016 at 4:52 pm

    How do I write my own story on this site

  • Kazzy
    Commented on April 1, 2016 at 1:32 am

    I give 8/10. Atleast its original? No pun intended 🙂 it needs work, do an actual story with background, like a man/woman with an obsession for the creepy… horror… dead, insane, all that bad stuff. It would be good. Stuff on all his vicious murders, he creates his own, original stories with new tragedies. New murders, a new killer. Ooo the creative chills. I can really see potential in this. The thing i got from this story and looking at other ones, theyre definitely ripped off from already famous stories. Sonething new and very tragic has to happen to write about… the russian sleep expirament was real btw. How did we know how long people can stay awake before their body shuts down? How long we can go without blinking? Eating? Without water? Different people conducted the same experiment. Something my social studies teacher once told me: nothing is original. We all got it from someone else, even weve never heard of that someone or something before. It may not be the exact same, but its definitely ATLEAST been thought of before.

  • Commented on April 2, 2016 at 8:34 pm

    very good storie enjoyyed it very much!

  • Commented on May 25, 2016 at 12:33 pm

    @supersluaghter How do I write my own story on this site?

    You must be signed in, but then, at the top of your screen, there are two boxes, one that says “Submit Pasta” and one that says: “Review Pasta” Click Submit Pasta, and you can figure it out from there. Hope this helped.

  • Commented on June 8, 2016 at 3:35 am

    This story is awesome! I never would have thought of something like this! Great idea! 9/10

  • BecyBoo
    Commented on July 1, 2016 at 5:09 am

    I swear one night I saw Slenderman. It was so scary. So I was just in my room I looked out the window (I like looking out my window at night) and I saw this tall, skinny guy. So my reaction: Omg thats Slenderman OMG. Then he teleported up to my window and looked straight into my eyes. I couldnt scream I was so scared. Then HE TELEPORTED INTO MY ROOM!!! I was so scared that I started crying. Then my dad came in as soon as Slenderman teleports away. And I heard Slenderman say something to me. He said: Dont tell anyone. I was so scared Im lucky lived cause some people say Slenderman impales kids on trees (0-0) I am happy I lived to tell this.

  • SithSnoopy
    Commented on August 7, 2016 at 8:06 am

    Very good pasta there. 🙂

  • Commented on October 13, 2016 at 6:19 pm

    Wow Totally Saw That Ending What A Ripoff Nah It Wasnt’t Great CreepyPasta!
    i feel bad for the other guy XD Enjoyed Every Bit Though!

    (read spoilers)

  • Commented on October 13, 2016 at 6:21 pm

    guys about my old comment. there is a . after ‘wasn’t’
    Loved Reading This.

  • Luanna Lilypadd
    Commented on November 5, 2016 at 9:24 pm

    @BecyBoo you could srsly make this into a pasta! (If u haven’t already) But it would be cool just a bit more detail.

  • Commented on November 14, 2016 at 4:25 pm

    it was great i loved it 0_0

  • Commented on November 17, 2016 at 3:26 am

    That was a cool story it gives me more choices of creepy pasta’s to check out but it was pretty cool. =^_^=

  • Commented on January 1, 2017 at 6:47 am

    I really like this, nice job. ^-^

  • Commented on January 4, 2017 at 8:25 am

    one of the best cp

  • Commented on January 4, 2017 at 8:29 am

    everyone dies

  • Commented on February 7, 2017 at 5:08 am

    Very Creative and different from most creepy-pastas. I personal enjoyed it and i think the plot was overall good. I especially like how in the beginning you gave us a hint by telling us about your “true colors” and then later its revealed that, well… lets not ruin the surprise and just say your true colors get revealed. I liked it and therefore i rate 9/10 (missing 1 point mainly because the climax didn’t exactly match to the build up but hey, that’s just my opinion)

  • killer101
    Commented on March 13, 2017 at 6:39 pm

    bro are serouis it was not even scary

  • Commented on March 13, 2017 at 10:38 pm

    I really liked the writing style, and for the most part I loved the meat of the story. Not too crazy about the ending, though. Felt more like a recap than a proper ending.

  • Commented on March 23, 2017 at 8:33 pm

    Hey, I’m new to this site. Oh, by the way, Awesome Pasta. I loved reading it.

  • Commented on March 23, 2017 at 8:35 pm

    I’m working on a Creepy pasta myself. It’s called Welcome to Your Nightmare. I’m hoping to finish it by the end of this year.

  • Commented on May 12, 2017 at 1:42 pm

    Cptn_spark1, his use of the word “anew” was correct.

    I liked this one, 4/5.

  • omfg
    Commented on June 5, 2017 at 4:47 am

    dude i literally hoped this would come up and it did do i have mind powers lol ^.^

  • thethinginthedark
    Commented on June 5, 2017 at 4:51 am

    :random person at your job loves creepypasta and reads it alot yeah imma go piss her off!: dude i feel like i would be the main character….. the other guy is probably stupid lol

  • murderer
    Commented on June 5, 2017 at 4:54 am

    beckyboo wtf doesnt slender try to kill you if you look at him not saying ur lying but… ur lucky yu lived

  • creeepypasta101
    Commented on June 5, 2017 at 4:57 am

    serously? you plagerized my event thing (lol this is jyst a joke i havent killed someone……. yet)

  • Commented on June 11, 2017 at 11:20 pm

    I think I’ve found a new favorite creepy pasta. This story is just really great.

  • Commented on November 3, 2017 at 12:17 pm

    This is by all means a wonderfully nice little experiment. I’m all for black comedy and overdosing on references a la Tarantino, but in my opinion this story has two key problems. One, the humor stated to disappear as the protagonist got increasingly angry and only came back in the last one, feeling kind of mangled and out of place. Two, there was not enough foreshadowing of the protagonist’s ‘little problem’ (he just can’t help but kill those who criticize his accidental plagiarism), so in the end his murder felt neither humorous nor scary. Still, I really liked it, so I’m giving it three stars out of four!

  • Ho-oh!
    Commented on February 27, 2018 at 12:28 am

    I don’t believe in originality, I simply believe in putting a new spin on things and that freshness comes from there.
    Great story my dude I totally didn’t see it coming and I got a chill.

  • RattedKat
    Commented on March 18, 2018 at 8:59 pm


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