It was a dark and rainy day in February when I was hit by a small red pick up. February 15th. I was told I flew 15 feet before landing smack on my head. Apparently the driver was drunk and didn’t see me crossing.
I don’t remember that day at all.
Four weeks I slept, in a coma that many feared I would never come out of. I was placed in a ward of children and teens with major bodily harm or disease. My roommate was a boy named Mason. I never did find out his last name. For the time in which I slept, he found out bits and pieces of me from my various visitors. My favourite colour, what music I liked, and other random things.
The day I woke up, I was showered with love and attention from my family and it took me almost an hour to realise the presence of the boy laying in the bed beside me. He flashed me a lopsided grin and quietly went back to the book he was reading.
Eventually I was left in peace and after about 20 minutes of mental debate, I spoke up and asked him his name. His voice was smooth and low and never failed to make me shudder. We spent the rest of the evening playing 20 questions and becoming familiar with each other.
Eventually, my doctor would break our quality time and give me the low down on my injuries and what the healing process would be like. He told me that when I was hit, not only did I give myself a nasty concussion, but my legs were also broken in my oh so gracefully landing.
They said I had a 60% chance of ever walking again.
We became close instantaneously. The nurses would laugh and say we already looked like an old married couple bundled up in bed watching whatever soap opera happened to be on television. Mason would just flash me his trademark grin while I blushed and buried my face in his chest.
We both had our good days and bad ones, Mason and I. On a particularly tough day of treatment for him, we both lay together with him trembling in my arms. I’ll never forget the feeling of his soft hiccups or the knot at the pit of my stomach. I finally got up my courage and asked him the million dollar question.
He had Hodgkin’s disease. I don’t think either of us slept that night.
While my legs were transitioned from casts to braces, Mason’s chemotherapy began. However, without fail, when I’d come back frustrated or in tears over a difficult session of therapy, he’d be there to comfort me with soothing words and reruns of I Love Lucy.
Over the weeks, the chemo began to take it’s toll. His brown curls thinned to almost nothing, dark circles took permanent residence under his eyes, and his skin turned as pale as snow. As my legs grew stronger, the day I was released no longer seemed like something to look forward to.
The day we decided to shave his hair was the day I broke down. I told him I would do anything; give blood, bone marrow, anything to make him get better faster, but he just shot me his smile that instantly made me melt and wiped my tears away.
60%. Mason had a sixty percent chance of beating his demons. Same as me.
On May 12, I was officially released from room 104. I would walk with a limp most likely for the rest of my life. Every other day I would visit Mason. Each time I would leave we would take a picture together. Over the months I could compare our first picture and our most recent one and see how much he was deteriorating. It was heartbreaking.
August 17 was the first time I lost him. Overnight a high fever had broken out and his heart stopped for 4 1/2 minutes. Those were the worst minutes of my life. I sat outside his room in an uncomfortable plastic chair watching the nurses I knew all too well scrambling back and forth attempting to save his fragile life.
I didn’t leave his side until he squeezed my hand, winked, and told me to go home and take a shower.
After that, I vowed I would never let him leave me alone again.
I guess the odds weren’t in Mason’s favour for by the time Thanksgiving came around, he was almost a skeleton. But I didn’t care.
He confided in me that night, accepting the fact that his time was almost up and promising to wait for me on the other side. I begged him not to go, but he just lightly shook his head and rubbed soft circles into my back. He wasn’t going to survive to see Christmas.
That was two months ago.
No longer being able to bear to see him hooked up to all sorts of machines, we decided to steal away in the night together. I bundled him up and we drove away in my mother’s car until we arrived at an old cabin my family would stay in during the holidays. Mason and I couldn’t be any happier. I don’t care that I’m on the news every night, or that every cop in the county is looking for me.
All I care about is being with Mason forever.
Even if his flesh is crawling with maggots and beginning to peel off his bones. Even if the smell off his rotting cadaver never fades from my skin. His lips are still warm at night and he often whispers sweet secrets into my ear before we sleep. No one, not the police, doctors, or anyone else can ever separate us. I’m ready for them when they come.
I made sure to bring the sharpest scalpel I could find when we left the hospital.
But until then, I’ll lay in Mason’s arms, or at least what I think were once his strong appendages, and we’ll talk all night until he takes me away.
We’ll be together forever.

Original Author: melissaurus

53 Comments on 'Mason'

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  • xarwhohuntsmonstersandchicken
    Commented on November 28, 2015 at 4:02 pm

    WHAT THE FUCK WAZZAT? awesome twist

  • Creephellgirl
    Commented on November 29, 2015 at 4:41 pm

    Love this so much!! The last part made me goosebump like “Ew wtf.”

  • Commented on November 30, 2015 at 5:30 pm

    omg i love it. ugh i love it so much 5/5

  • Commented on November 30, 2015 at 11:54 pm

    That was a great plot twist!

  • Commented on December 1, 2015 at 3:59 pm

    This was AMAZING! I loved the meaning and the twist in it!!!!!! Great Job! <3

  • Commented on December 2, 2015 at 8:12 pm

    This kinda made me cry

  • Commented on December 2, 2015 at 8:40 pm

    It was kind of messed up. Major brainfuck

  • Commented on December 2, 2015 at 9:18 pm

    At first I didn’t realize that it was girl and I was like Wtf. but I freaking loved the ending with the maggots and what not! keep writing! you’ve got talent and don’t let it go to waste 100/10

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 1:27 pm

    Woah not sure how to feel about that plot twist, hahaha but a great story

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 2:11 pm

    I loved the twist, i though he would do something, i got so psyched out. Keep writing 10/10

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 5:24 pm

    Typical plot prediction turned to amazing twist that was GREEAAAT can’t wait for your next one!!

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 5:34 pm

    That was touching wish it showed more of their slow descent into deciding to be like,
    “leme keep your body forever.”
    That was cool.

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 6:07 pm

    I thought it was rly good but august 17th is my birthday

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 6:47 pm

    This is so heartwarming and sad at the same time i LOVED masons story so much

  • Commented on December 3, 2015 at 9:06 pm

    Its a good example of how things can go from sad to obsession, but was a very good pasta story.

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 2:44 am

    This was great. I like how the creepy factor of the story was introduced as a surprise/shock. The last two paragraphs made me shudder.
    5/5 pasta. Would have seconds.

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 5:36 am

    Relationship goals

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 2:29 pm

    at first I was like: 🙁
    then I was like: 0.0

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 2:51 pm

    That was awesome but i did not relize it was a girl till the end

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 6:48 pm

    This was awesome i wish i could write like that.

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    This was a sad and also very amazing story

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    ok so what i’m getting is she kidnaped his dead body and rented a cabin and she died ……….. WHAT THE FUCK was she thinking

  • Commented on December 4, 2015 at 7:58 pm


  • Commented on December 8, 2015 at 2:36 pm

    Its so good but so sad

  • Commented on December 8, 2015 at 11:52 pm

    Man, what an amazing pasta. It gave me chills. I didn’t undertand at first. Then a read again “I bundled him up and we drove away in my mother’s car ” and it made my jaw fall.

  • Black 13
    Commented on December 9, 2015 at 3:43 am


  • Commented on December 9, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    the plot twist was amazing it almost made me cry!!!!!

  • Commented on December 9, 2015 at 8:23 pm

    i was so confused near the end until i realized that it was a girl, the whole time i thought that it was a boy XD

  • Commented on December 9, 2015 at 8:28 pm

    At first I thought it would be something involving THE Mason from Friday the 13th. Even though it wasn’t, it was still amazing witha n incredible plot twist! Keep writing!

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 1:46 pm

    Awesome story awesome twist it would be super funny if she was immortal just a thought. and was a grat tim reading it.

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 2:15 pm

    This is my new favorite! 11/10

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 2:18 pm

    Woah :/

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 3:17 pm

    This went from John Green to Stephen King real quick

  • Commented on December 10, 2015 at 7:48 pm

    This is amazing. I was I “awe” then I’m like WTF O.o

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 3:21 am

    can someone review my creepy pasta?

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 5:07 am

    This is deliciously messed up and just made all the hair in my back stand.

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 5:41 pm

    Not bad, But its vague tho.

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 9:35 pm

    I love it!!!!!!!!

  • Commented on December 11, 2015 at 10:20 pm

    Omg I could not stop reading like usually I only skim the stories, but I had to know every single detail! You are a very talented writer, and you should keep writing!

  • Commented on December 13, 2015 at 2:36 am

    I just posted a portuguese and adapted version of this pasta on my channel. xD

  • Commented on December 17, 2015 at 6:14 pm

    Please continue writing stories like this. This was so sad yet so creepy. I loved it all.

  • Commented on December 28, 2015 at 10:19 am

    maybe, i am wrong, but does it really matter if the narrator is a girl or a boy? the writer is female, but love and sexuality aren’t exclusive to heterosexual relationships. i reread the story to make sure, and the narrator never alludes to their gender. i think it makes the story better rather than confusing, as it is entirely up to the reader what their confidant looks like.5/5.

  • Commented on January 11, 2016 at 12:07 am

    Fantastic 10/10!
    The last part made me tear up a bit, and it was so close to home.
    The main character is a savage! XD

  • Commented on January 17, 2016 at 5:58 am


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    Commented on January 26, 2016 at 3:32 pm


  • Commented on March 16, 2016 at 4:19 pm

    Dudes oh my god I love this story soooo much!! Also, at the beginning, I thought the girl was a guy and I was like “oyyyyy queer ftw” but when I found out she was a girl, it honestly made more sense. I love the concept of this story, and the end, my skin was crawling. Tasty pasta! 5/5

  • Commented on June 29, 2016 at 9:00 am

    Hey everyone, thanks for the great feedback. If you want to give personal props to the original author, find “melissaurus” on Reddit. Thanks again and happy reading!

  • Commented on August 2, 2016 at 3:43 am

    I listened to Cryaotic read this aloud and he honestly did this creepy pasta the justice it deserved. I just had to find and read this piece myself <3

  • Commented on May 10, 2017 at 5:26 pm

    Well that escalated quickly.

  • Thicc
    Commented on July 25, 2017 at 4:26 am

    Damn I wish I had a partner that dedicated

  • Commented on April 26, 2019 at 1:47 pm

    I initially thought this was posted here as a joke or by mistake, but holy shit, that ending. My jaw is on the floor .

  • keter
    Commented on April 6, 2020 at 4:27 pm

    that took a dark turn

  • SaucepanUwU
    Commented on May 4, 2020 at 6:49 am

    holy crap thats dark and very spoopy… great twist though! super cool

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