Ever since I can remember I have been able to see things that others cannot. I still remember the days of my infancy when I would, for the first time, sleep in my own bed, in my own room, and how the shadows of unknown beings would haunt my room. Or perhaps my head? All I know is that I saw things, and that, at least to me, these things were as real as the other things that other people were able too see and touch.

I can still play in my memory the ominous events. How I pointlessly attempted to sleep as the door of my wardrobe opened slowly, and always stopped just before I could be able to see what pushed it open, although it was already hard enough to see with one eye barely open just to be aware in case that whatever hid behind the door decided to come out.

As I grew older I came closer in contact with these things and I started to be able to sense them, feel them, and even smell them. The odor was not pleasant, it was a rotten smell, maybe even came close to smell like death itself. As time passed and I got more used to these beings, my senses were more effective, I could see everything, sense everything, smell everything, and be able to differentiate what was one of these beings, and what was something else shared with the rest of the people around me. However, as close as I came to these beings, I never could hear them. This made me feel so desperate. I knew they were there, I could sense them, I was able to tell they were there, but the missing noise provoked an immense fear. How was it possible that with everything these being were able to do they did not emit any sound? Seeing them, knowing they were there, but still, unable to hear them.

Soon enough people noticed my constant state of, as they called it, paranoia, and I was sent to a psychologist. I was not paranoid, I was simply cautious, I had to keep my senses always in full attention of what was around me, since I could not hear them, they could get closer to me at any time when my guard was down and do God knows what to me. Maybe convert me into one of them? maybe they were demons trying to drag my soul into the depths of Hell? Maybe they were angels of death trying to steal my life away?
I had refused to attend to said psychologist but I was dragged to his so called office, which looked more like his own apartment.

The visit was quick, he asked me all kinds of questions about my life and got me to talk about my personal life. I had told him everything about my past experiences with the strange beings that haunted me. Being 25 years old and having a long history of experiences like these, most accurately ever since I can remember, did not sound too well for the doctor and I was sent to a psychiatrist, whom after the very first visit prescribed pills for me. He explained to me that the pills would help me get rid of the beings and would help me feel less stressed and I would be able to maintain a more normal lifestyle. He did, however, warn me that those pills were not easily found, but that whenever l needed more he could provide me with them, and he also mentioned that the effects would kick in slowly, and that the more I took the faster they’d fade away.

After a month of taking said pills I could feel the difference. I felt more free, less scared, and the beings would stay away as long as I could take these pills. The pills made my life so much better, people around me would no longer call me insane or mention I seemed paranoid. All in all, whatever these pills did to me, I knew that the things I had seen were not a product of my imagination. I knew they were real, and wherever they were when I took the pills they were just waiting. Waiting in the darkness of my ignorance, waiting in the silence they’ve always been in.
But of course, everything has an ending, no matter what it is. Everything ends eventually.

One day, approximately three years after my treatment began, I ran out of pills. As usual, this wasn’t a problem: all I had to do is go back to the doctor and ask for more. To my surprise, the doctor wasn’t there anymore, he had disappeared. An immense fear invaded me and I felt more worried than I have ever felt in my whole life, even when those things were around. Then it hit me; those things. Those fucking things took him, they knew he provided me with the pills that kept them away from me. I knew the pills were not easy to find, as the doctor had already said, and those things knew it as well. I had to find more pills, wherever and at any cost, I had to find more. Those things would be back again otherwise, and it might be sooner than later.

Days passed, and as they passed I started to see them again but luckily for me they started coming back slowly, as if they were reversely fading back into my life. I could see them again in the corners of my house, still hiding in the shadows, making themselves more evident as time passed. I could see them when I tried to sleep, creeping through the gap between the wall and the door of my room. I could see them again, and it did not take long for me to start feeling their presence again. Their odor came back, and in less then two months, in which I desperately looked for more pills and the doctor, they were back. Before this torture came back into my life I had noticed that the doctor’s disappearance was not just evident for me, the doctor had indeed disappeared. Police officers, along with his family, looked for the doctor or any clue that could drive them to him, but never found anything. In the meantime I slowly descended back into my long forgotten hell. This time though, something horrible happened.

The one thing that I felt before like it was the worst thing about being able to know these things were always there turned out to be a torture with no comparison. After the two months I could start hearing them. They became louder and louder every night, they were screaming. When they did not scream they whispered, when they didn’t do one or the other they simply talked to me. Requesting me, demanding me, to do horrible things. Out of all the things I could hear from them the whispers were the worst, because when they whispered, ironically, they were louder and clearer than when they spoke or screamed. They did not demand me anything when they whispered, they simply whispered four words that caused a frightening chill that traveled from the core of my bosom, throughout my chest, to the very tip of my fingers, and to my head. ”You cannot escape us”, they whispered, over and over again. At night these whispers rang in my head, freezing my blood and causing tears to come out of my eyes as if they were waterfalls.

After a few weeks of living like this, the screaming, demands, and whispers became more constant. Everyday and every night, haunting me, and making those around me fear for my well-being. Everything became so constant, all the demands of blood, the whispers that kept reminding me I could not escape them, the screaming and more recently the maniacal laughter, as if they enjoyed my suffering and fed from my desperation. I thought back when those around me used to say I was just insane and that it was all in my head, and I realized that if it were to be true, that all this was all just in my head, than it would be worth taking the risk. I ran to my kitchen and the screaming and everything else became louder with every step. They all started to shout, speak, laugh, and whisper at the same time as I rapidly grabbed a knife I had left on the sink. All the noise at once became quiet. Silence. The screaming and all that torture rapidly faded away as I could feel a warmth and a stinging yet relieving pain in my throat. The red spilled out of my throat, soaking my shirt in blood. I fell to the ground barely feeling the impact of the fall, I felt numb, and suddenly I felt a freezing cold.

As I lie on the floor, feeling my life slowly fade away, I can see and tell my life to you. You who have tortured me for so long, and that now at the edge of my life finally leave me in peace, you who I have been trying to get away from for so long and even succeeded for a while. To you I tell this. I did escape you, and although it cost me my life I can say it as worth it. Why even bother to live if my mere existence had become a torture?

Original Author: Anonymous

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  • Symphoniaes
    Commented on November 11, 2016 at 6:21 pm

    I’m a constantly-recovering schizophrenic, and while I was pregnant I was off of my pills and relapsed similarly. This is a horrifying creepypasta, I cried at the end. Well written and certainly gives a sight to the mental health side of things if you really think about it. Well done.

  • ghost103
    Commented on November 11, 2016 at 9:57 pm

    It may be immature but…FIRST!!

  • Paranoid
    Commented on November 19, 2016 at 10:16 pm

    Yeah i used to shoot up all day every day nearly. I learned how to manage it and got on subutex

  • Commented on November 23, 2016 at 7:27 pm

    I loved this. Very well written and to someone who thankfully doesn’t deal with these things, it helped me to become more aware of what schizophrenics have to deal with every day. I look forward to hopefully reading more from you!

  • Commented on November 24, 2016 at 6:49 pm

    This is very good. Mind if I upload it to Ifunny? I’ll give proper credit to your work.

  • Commented on November 24, 2016 at 8:24 pm

    Nice pasta, wasent really creeped out and was slightly bored at first but the longer it continued the more interesting it got and that ending was truly awesome. Good work 😀

  • Commented on November 25, 2016 at 7:56 pm

    dannnnng dan back at it again with dim scary creepy pastas

  • Commented on November 27, 2016 at 12:37 am

    Help me! I want to submit my story but I don’t know how! Please help me!!!

  • Commented on November 27, 2016 at 1:49 pm

    it was a cool pasta! 10 out of 5

  • emilee johnson
    Commented on December 2, 2016 at 10:03 pm

    i am so sorry what happened to you i am because that what i see some times and i can hear them to

  • Commented on December 3, 2016 at 7:33 am

    This is one of the best creepypastas I’ve ever read! Great work! Absolutely loved it! Its sad some people have to deal with this everyday.I commend those who fight everyday and stay strong.

  • Kilomonstar (EmoKid)
    Commented on December 5, 2016 at 11:36 pm

    i just wanted to say hi

    they wanted to say you can’t ignore them

  • Commented on December 6, 2016 at 6:25 pm

    This is some yummy creepypasta! Thank you so much for writing this and having the courage to post it for the world to read and then comment on! As a fellow writer with considerably less courage, I applaud you greatly! I have always been interested in the supernatural/paranormal and the affects/effects it can have on our mental health as a species, as well as how our mental health might effect/affect the supernatural/paranormal/theologies. I am also quite a sensitive and spiritual person, so I tend to lean more towards the supernatural/paranormal/theologies affecting/effecting our mental health than the opposite…and especially in the cases of multiple personality disorder/split personalies and whether or not those might actually be instances of demonic/angelic/elemental/other possession…and schizophrenia actually being instances where the human can intensely and actively engage with the spiritual/metaphysical realm or see/interact with those entities that reside on the other side of the “veil” between worlds. I love your story, and I hope you write more, you have considerable talent and I am very much an instant fan!! <3 @swolfmoon

  • Commented on December 8, 2016 at 10:30 am

    Well written and a very welcoming twist.

  • Commented on December 19, 2016 at 8:41 am

    Really well written. though I wonder how it all would’ve turned out if they kept quiet

  • gamzee
    Commented on December 19, 2016 at 9:05 pm

    nice story

  • Commented on December 20, 2016 at 6:38 pm

    That was an amazing story! The ending was quite a twist for me,although the way you executed the ending was a bit fast,almost as if you wanted to rap it up,but overall amazing story i’ll give it 9/10

  • Commented on December 22, 2016 at 11:17 pm


  • joseph sheets
    Commented on December 23, 2016 at 4:49 pm

    very good story it’s hard to imagine someone who has to deal with this on a daily basis. I would probably kill myself in the end too

  • Commented on December 23, 2016 at 7:32 pm

    I thought it’d be boring because it’s long but it’s a really good one! I liked the fact that the ending is to take your own life than harm others.

  • brooke
    Commented on December 31, 2016 at 4:13 am

    Umm this just sounds Iike another day in the Iife as a schizophrenic. I have schizo affective disorder and i hear and see stuff thats not reaI aII the time. But i know its not reaI.

  • Commented on January 15, 2017 at 2:06 am

    This hit close to home with me. I don’t suffer from a mental illness like this (at least none that I know of), but have always had an overactive imagination, specifically almost completely convincing myself that things trying to kill me are lurking in shadows around.
    Great read!

  • Commented on January 17, 2017 at 12:16 pm

    Couldnt he see on the box what the pills were. Or ask a pharmacy or doctor

  • Commented on January 25, 2017 at 11:58 pm

    Loved this. The ending is amazing, though sad.

  • Commented on February 5, 2017 at 8:25 am

    enjoyable. whoever the author is, you did a good job and you should write more storys.

  • Commented on February 6, 2017 at 1:51 am

    I am a narrator on YouTube and I was wondering if I could have your permission to narrate your story? I will site you are the author and link to this website!

  • Commented on February 7, 2017 at 11:01 am

    I hope it is okay for me to narrate your story ? I will site author and website. If you do not wish for me to narrate your story please let me know.

  • Commented on February 16, 2017 at 3:24 pm

    This is insane a great read got me hooked on it the second i started the ending stopped suddenly though (but who cares what i think) Great job!

  • Commented on February 17, 2017 at 12:24 am

    a little monotonous in the beginning but really good awesome twists. also the end was a little expected

  • Commented on February 19, 2017 at 6:03 am

    Superb ending. it really was a great pasta

  • Commented on March 14, 2017 at 11:45 pm

    Okay sounds like my friends

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    Commented on April 21, 2017 at 12:05 am


  • Commented on May 29, 2017 at 8:04 pm

    OML!!! i really love this pasta! i thought it was going to be boring in the begging but i kept reading and it was great! you should make more stories! people would love them

  • Commented on November 23, 2017 at 4:40 pm

    big mood

  • Commented on February 26, 2018 at 4:39 pm

    i did like this story.. but i do wish there was more detail to it.
    like how come the doctor was the only way he could get pills?
    why wasn’t there another pharmacy or psychiatrist he could get these from.
    why did this doctor have the pills? i feel like there was something about that that also would lead into why he went missing.

    and also this line :

    The one thing that I felt before like it was the worst thing about being able to know these things were always there turned out to be a torture with no comparison.

    i had to read that a couple times before deciding i should just skip over it lol..

    all in all though — i loved this story and would still rate it 5/5

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