Just a “Nightmare”


You awoke in a cold sweat from your dream, looking around the dim room with a fright. You didn’t remember anything that happened in it except for a loud BANG! at the end, but you passed it off as just a nightmare. It had been a recurring nightmare you’ve had for the past few days now. You slowly arose from your bed, preparing your lunch for the day before heading off to work, stopping at a local store to pick up a little something along the way.

As you drove, you reflected on your life before now. How your life-partner had recently passed away from an unknown cancer at such a young age. How your children had recently graduated from college and now were living on their own with a decent paying job and a date as well. You felt happy and proud of them, but you couldn’t help but feel a certain feeling inside. It was like a sickness. It was a feeling of despairing emptiness.

You went to your small cubicle and started to get to work at your small desk. Your job was a fairly decent one that paid well in this day and age considering the economy, but it was monotonous. It felt after a while all you were doing was pressing the same keys over and over and moving your mouse around to give commands to a rather outdated personal computer. Click, click. You had been repeating these same tasks for the past the years with no raise or any comfort at home to make things better, realizing that you were all alone now.
After a few hours of this miserable process came lunch time, and you knew what that meant. You quickly got up, bringing your lunch box along with you as you moved to where everybody else was eating.

Stanly, a co-worker and a close friend here, waited for you at the water dispenser. He was wearing his usual work attire: a white shirt over black dress pants and a small red tie. He greeted you happily as you walked over to him, adjusting his brown glasses. You liked Stanly; he was a pleasure to chat with, at least at first. But the dullness settled in quickly as well.

The two of you always ended up talking on the same subjects and discussions during every lunch hour. You were afraid to admit it to him, that he was becoming boring. That everything was, in fact. But you were afraid of how he would react to that, that he just as might care too much over to you. You didn’t want to shock and surprise him too much. He did, however, speculate that you were becoming increasingly more empty and bitter, but you always assured him that you were fine and he stopped pursuing his questions.

After a few minutes of this worthless congregation, you set off to eat your lunch for today. It was always the same thing every day: a ham sandwich with a banana. Sometimes you brought a soda; other times it was a mere water bottle. A few years ago, back when your loved one was still roaming the Earth, she would sometimes throw in something else. Even if it was just as something as plain and simple as a pickle, you always were in delight over it. It was a break from the same food every day.

Nowadays, you didn’t have enough time to throw in a little something extra. But you were certain that you had quite a surprise for the day. You consumed your sandwich very quickly without hesitation with your fruit to follow. Nobody seemed to notice how fast you were eating your food. It was almost too easy, you thought. This is when you usually returned to your cubicle to get back to work, but today you had that little extra.

From your bag, you withdrew a small handgun you had just picked up from your last paycheck earlier that morning.

Nobody noticed it for a few seconds before a woman started to scream and point at the sight of the revolver. Some of them begged you to stop, reaching out to you. They were trying to talk you into not doing it. You barked at them, making empty threats that you would shoot anybody that gets within touching distance. You felt bad about it; you were really a nice and caring person. One of them quickly phoned the police, saying that they were going to get you help. You didn’t care.

The dullness, the melancholy, the emptiness; it all had to end.

You looked at the crowd, Stanly standing at the front. He pleaded to you, begging you to consider your thoughts and actions. He offered to help you if you were to listen to him. Without saying a word to him, you open your mouth and placed the pistol inside of it. You heard the masses scream before your vision faded to black as you pulled the trigger.

You awoke in a cold sweat from your dream, looking around the dim room with a fright. You didn’t remember anything that happened in it except for a loud BANG! at the end, but you passed it off as just a nightmare. It had been a recurring nightmare you’ve had for the past few days now. You slowly arose from your bed, preparing your lunch for the day before heading off to work, stopping at a local store to pick up a little something along the way…

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  • Commented on September 2, 2013 at 5:38 pm

    oh my god, this is so good

  • Commented on September 3, 2013 at 4:17 pm

    Great story!!

  • Commented on September 9, 2013 at 10:02 am

    A great one, kudos to you good sir!

  • Commented on September 23, 2013 at 1:32 pm

    Hell is repetition.

  • Commented on October 8, 2013 at 1:31 am

    Not bad, i feel it could have been better. 7/10

  • Commented on December 4, 2013 at 4:51 am

    This was a complete work on my mind. I love the idea of the story, and how it just loops infinitely…just like time.

  • Commented on January 27, 2014 at 6:57 pm

    Very cool

  • Commented on March 13, 2014 at 10:36 pm

    I love it.

  • Commented on March 28, 2014 at 12:19 am

    That is awesome! Nice!

  • Commented on April 2, 2014 at 9:50 am

    It does a good job of dragging you into the character, but not a good job of being creepy.

  • Commented on June 29, 2014 at 2:22 am

    Well done with the ending.

  • Commented on August 16, 2014 at 2:33 am

    A dream within a dream very clever also not to mention that it was very basic it was certainly enjoyable

  • Commented on September 19, 2014 at 1:13 pm

    oh my god, the enjoyment i got from ‘getting it’ :”DDD

  • Commented on December 17, 2014 at 1:20 pm

    Ah! Reaccuring night

  • Commented on January 15, 2015 at 10:04 pm

    Pretty nice, decent but um, not very tasty.

  • Commented on February 12, 2015 at 3:50 am

    Very nice

  • wonder
    Commented on March 5, 2015 at 6:59 pm

    that was some yummy pasta

  • Commented on May 11, 2015 at 6:04 pm

    I loved it, It would have been better if it was longer though.

  • Commented on June 1, 2015 at 2:16 pm

    Loved the ending, keep up the Good Work!

  • Commented on July 3, 2015 at 9:24 pm

    I read a lot of creepy pasta and this one is beautifully written.

  • Commented on July 20, 2015 at 3:09 am

    one of the best ones I’ve read. I was kinda bored in the beginning, so I started ghost reading, but once the gun was brought into the story, I snapped to my senses and read again so I could understand, then I read the ending.

  • Commented on July 23, 2015 at 11:20 pm

    This is very good!! I just love it !!

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 9:15 pm

    Sweet story. Really screwed with my head.

  • Commented on December 16, 2015 at 2:36 pm

    I love dream loops. They foop with you mind, man. 4/5

  • The_One_Potatoe
    Commented on February 5, 2016 at 6:54 pm

    Kudos to FlakyPorcupine 10/10

  • pooperoni
    Commented on February 11, 2016 at 11:36 pm

    Another infinite loop story…..yaaaawwwwnnnn

  • MissCreepyth
    Commented on February 13, 2016 at 12:27 am

    Woooooaaaahh! Dude! Nice twist ending! Love it!!

  • Commented on February 29, 2016 at 12:05 pm

    Great! Love the way it all linked up at the end! 10/10

  • Commented on April 25, 2016 at 3:24 pm

    Literal definition of insanity.

  • Commented on April 30, 2016 at 4:23 pm

    is it okay if i narrate this? its an awesome pasta

  • Commented on June 1, 2016 at 5:21 pm

    Woah!!!!!! This pasta was very Brilliant. I enjoyed every second of it. [I especially loved how the very last sentence matched the very first one, which tells you that he was actually dead

  • Commented on August 19, 2016 at 11:44 pm

    Reminds me of another creepypastaIts Infinite Loop.

  • Commented on September 28, 2016 at 12:52 pm


  • Darkskull9000
    Commented on November 29, 2016 at 2:38 pm

    Good pasta, living like that would suck

  • Commented on December 4, 2016 at 1:31 pm

    I love these types of stories.

  • Adam Kelvey
    Commented on January 18, 2017 at 3:50 am

    Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain lol

  • Commented on March 2, 2017 at 4:20 am

    Nightmare or possibly endless purgatory??

  • Commented on April 9, 2017 at 11:13 pm

    I really loved that! I love how it just loops, loops, and loops again. Amazing and original concept. Incredible work, my friend. 🙂

  • Commented on July 2, 2017 at 4:27 am

    Great description of my former job in a call center. This gives me an idea. Thank you. Love the Bang, loop.

  • Commented on July 11, 2017 at 2:00 pm

    The grammar was annoying but the story was executed perfectly. Good read

  • Commented on January 14, 2018 at 10:47 pm

    I really like the loop. Interesting and unique story.

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