The Voice in My Head

A Creepypasta

Dear Diary

Some memories are too hard to forget. These memories are capable enough to haunt  you throughout your lifetime. I cannot hide this fact forever so I am telling this to you. 7 days back I came back to the town to meet my dad. My dad was not a very happy man. especially after my mommy died and my brother went missing. He was always drunk and was always crying. I felt bad for him but at the same time I hated him for who he was. Always sad and careless. Anyways I finally reached home to find all the lights on, in the house. That meant he was still up. I quickly rushed in finding the man missing. The television was still on and beer was all over the ground. For once I thought he must be in the washroom but he wasn't. I searched for him everywhere but couldn't find him.
When I was searching for him I found the door to the shed open. With my subtle steps I walked in finding the man ....... dead.
I saw his lifeless body hanging still and his eyes were angled towards the ceiling. I was cold as everything came to a pause. I felt very sad and felt really guilty for how much I hated him. When I was leaving the room to call the cops I found a letter with my name written on it lying on the ground.
I picked it up, sat at the study beside the body as it was the last time I was spending time with my dad alone. I decided to call the cops after I read the whole letter.
The letter was written in his writing and had 3 pages.
It started with...


*Dear Son
I am really sorry for what you are seeing right now. I know you hate me but I love you son. I love you so much. I never wanted a life like this for you. There are a lot of things that you will never forgive me for, which I decided to keep a secret till now. This letter will tell you everything you need to know, but before you proceed reading I want you to know I love you.
I am so sorry.
Do you remember the day when your mommy died? The night before I saw a dream where you and your mommy died. When you both were leaving for your aunt's place, I heard a voice in my head asking me, "If someone was to survive the accident, who should it be?" and without thinking I said you. You are my son. Your mom would had done the same. We loved you. I know this is very vague and unrealistic but believe me, it is the truth. There are a lot of things I want to tell you but I am afraid I will loose you forever but it is important for you to know.
I think I made a deal with the devil. Do you remember the rabbit I gave you the day of your mommy's funeral? You called him Mr.Hoppet, it never went missing. The voice in my head told me to kill him and feed it to you. I had to do it. He sounded very strong and evil and ancient. He said, "If I didn't do it, he will take you away from me.". I killed it when you and your brother were in school. I twisted it's delicate neck and I remember you liked it's meat very much. I lied about it going away.
I am so sorry god! Please forgive me son.

I was shocked, I puked in the spare steel bucket in the shed. I continued reading...

*I had to do even more terrible things in this life. I became so afraid of it, that I started drinking, so that I could sleep without the dreams he wants to show me. That is why I started sleeping with you and your brother because I didn't want to be manipulated by the devil.The day you almost left me, he talked to me again. He told me to dig up your mom's grave and feed a part of it to you. I am sorry son but I had to. When you two were sleeping I went to her grave and opened your mom's coffin. It was rotten and smelled really bad. Ants, beetles, maggots and flies were all over her body. I quickly cut her hand only to find majority of the flesh was already eaten by those nasty maggots, only a few chunks of flesh were left. I read it somewhere that human flesh tasted like chicken and so I assumed you won't doubt anything about what you were eating. I gave you what I was supposed to, to keep you protected. I clearly remember you said the chicken was spoilt. Yes you were right son it was spoilt but the only thing was it wasn't chicken it was your mother's flesh. I couldn't see you eat it so I left the room. I couldn't eat anything for months after that. All I did was cry and drink alcohol. I am so sorry.

I stopped reading. My tears dripped down my cheeks and my face became red, I puked again and again and again. I ate human flesh, that too of my own birth mother. I was in tears as my breath got shorter. I was disgusted and a whole page was left. I was so disgusted that I didn't even dare to look at my dad.I was so ashamed of my dad. I had to read the rest as I wanted to know more about the secrets that my dad kept from me. I resumed...

*I am sorry son, I am so sorry. This guilt is killing me every second now. I had to, to protect you from that ancient montser of doom and death. I hate to say it, but your brother never went missing. I took him to the jungle for a walk where I strangled him to death. All I heard from him was, "I love you dad ... dad ... please don't" in a muffled voice. I had to son, I did it because I didn't want to send you to hell. This deed may had led him to heaven where he would finally meet his mother. The voice told me to feed a part of him to you. So I cut his earlobe and burried the rest of the body in the jungle near the treehouse I made for you two when you were 4. The cops are still searching for your dead brother. Give this letter to the cops if you want. I prepared it and fed it to you with some chicken and you ate it without any suspicion. I am sorry son. I know you are coming to visit me after a week now, but I am so ashamed of myself that I cannot even look at your face. That is why I sent you to your aunt's place. I love you son.

Now it was becoming even more disgusting. I ate my own brother too? I hate that man.  I don't believe that old mad man. Last Paragraph was left. He said...

*I am very sorry son. I don't know if this curse will stop if I die and there is only one way to know that. For the last time I love you son.

The font becomes more shaky

* I don't know why am I doing this. Something is pulling me towards this rope. I am writing this to let you know that the person you called dad wasn't your dad. I love you my honeycomb. I don't know what I did in past, but I am sorry for it. Forgi

The letter ended. This became wierd. My dad used to call me honeycomb before my mom died. He stopped calling me that the day my mommy died, before the accident happened. I kept the letter in my pocket and called the cops. I never gave that letter to the cops. I am living with my aunt now. I cannot sleep as I am afraid that I may encounter the devil if it is real.

 I think I heard someone in the house, wait no one is in the house. Then who is it?
It is asking , "Do you hate me son?"
Is it the Devil?

I Am Not Alone

Urban Legend

The following story is based on a true event

I recently shifted into this double storied cottage, it had a very rustic look and it was really beautiful.
It had a giant window at the rear side and four windows on both left and the right side of the cottage.
The roof plates were turquoise in color and the cottage had a giant front lawn with a greenhouse full of roses and daisies. All it needed was a bit of renovation.
The workers came the following day and renovated the cottage. After the first day, they came to me saying, "There is something up in the attic, we heard movement". I ensured them that it was some animal as the cottage was closed for a long while now. The next day I went upstairs to the attic to make sure there was nothing in the attic.
As I opened the trap-door a very bad stench of death was smelled. Something was dead up in the attic. I peeked inside squeezing my nose as hard as I could to find many rats and birds dead. I assumed it was a cat.
The following day I moved into the house and the attic was as untouched as I left it. Even the workers couldn't stand the terrible reek. I decided to clean the attic on a Sunday as I was really busy with my work. I used to work in a night shift so I usually wasn't present during nights and most of my morning was spent on sleeping and working on some projects. I got really busy with my life and lived it as I used to before.
A few days later I found some of my food missing from the refrigerator. At first, I thought maybe I was so engrossed in my work, I didn't realize how much I was eating but then stranger things started happening. My bathtub was wet in the morning and chocolate wrappers were all around my living room.
I didn't panic, I started putting up CCTV cameras everywhere around my house to keep a watch on what was happening around my house. After a day or two, I started seeing the activity around my house. It was an old woman who emerged from the attic at night. She used to shower and then eat from the refrigerator. I was stunned by the fact that I wasn't alone in the house and now I started connecting dots. The rats and birds weren't hunted by the cat, it was the women. She was living in that house way before from when I bought it.
The even more disturbing fact was that the woman was hiding in a closet behind me while I was watching her activity on the camera. I went straight to the closet and locked it. I informed the authorities and they took care of the situation. In the attic, there were knives and she also had an unlicensed pistol. She could have been dangerous. Everything was normal the next day, but I still feel there is someone in my house apart from me.

The Hitchhiker

An Urban Legend

I was on my way to a neighboring city for an emergency business meeting. My boss was very grumpy and aggressive and he made me remember of Adolf Hitler. He had the same kind of mustache as Hitler did, so many of my colleagues actually named him Adolf Jr. That day he was very cranky. He didn't even care where we were and he just wanted us there the next day. Alas for me and my friend Joe, we had to leave the previous night. We had to travel for 12 hours and this amount of time was good enough to completely exhaust anyone. The entire day we did our packing and around  9 PM  we left for the road. 

We stopped thrice before we encountered a hitchhiker on our way. First, we stopped at the gas station to get enough fuel for the trip. Second, we stopped at a food junction to get our stomachs filled and then we stopped at my friend's granny's house to drop Jerome (his dog) there. The hitchhiker we met was a girl. She was cute and she had a good sense of clothing. She was all wet from head to toe because of the rain and she was shivering. " Hello, my name is Emily and can I borrow a lift, my parents would be worried sick right now. I just live 1 km far from here toward that direction" she said, I was going towards the same direction so I didn't mind her joining our voyage. We gave her a towel and something to eat and made her feel warm. We started talking and asking her questions about her and her parents, till the point there was no response. Joe and I stopped talking as we assumed, she fell asleep as she may be tired waiting for a vehicle to approach in the rain. Joe listened to music on his walkman where I drove while I was munching a packet of Nachos.

Soon we arrived at her destination, Joe turned back to wake her up but he returned with a startle. "She is not there!" he exclaimed. I turned back to confirm and she really wasn't there. The towel and the food were still there on the backseat untouched. We were so confused at that moment. Two pairs of footsteps approached us. They were an old couple in their 80s. They asked us, "What happened?". We replied that we gave a lift to a young girl and she just disappeared in thin air. They asked if her name was Emily. Joe and I stared at each other with our wide eyes open. The old couple continued and said Emily was their daughter and she passed away 37 years ago in a hit and run accident approximately 1 km away from here. My forehead was getting sweaty while they continued, "You people are good people, who stopped by to help a lone, struggling girl. You stopped by, that proves our daughter is still out there watching over us". We all said our byes and left for our destination.

The Clown Doesn't Exist

An Urban Legend

When I was in college I used to do babysitting as my part-time job. This job was actually very profitable, I used to get money for just tucking in the children and the rest of the day I used to do whatever was there on my schedule. It was one of the winter mornings when I received a call from some parent. I won't disclose the name for their privacy issues. They wanted me to take care of two of their children and I was willing to do it, as it was my winter vacation and I had nothing to do. They said that they were going on some important work to a neighboring town for a night and they will be back by the next day in the morning. I was more than happy to serve them as they promised me a huge payment.
I reached their humongous mansion at 7 PM, the kids waved byes and exchanged hugs and kisses before their parents left town. After the children had their dinner they went straight into bed where I tucked them in and moved to their TV room. It was just not a TV room, it was a giant theatre with luxurious sofas in the middle of the room. The sofas were surrounded by beautiful artifacts. I made myself comfortable on the sofa and started watching a horror movie. It was basically based on a clown murderer and it was quite scary, but I was less spooked out considering it fiction, still, I felt really uncomfortable by a clown statue which was just adjacent to the screen. I went to the lobby which connected the children's room and the TV room to make a call to the children's parents. They took a while to pick up their phone but soon they did. I asked if I could cover the clown statue with a blanket because it was spookily disturbing as it looked very real, there was silence for a few seconds. "Take the kids and get out of the house now!! We don't have any clown statue.". My eyes widened as all my fear tingled down my spine. Just then I saw the clown standing right at the door of the TV room. His smile was wider than before. He still acted as if he was a statue. I froze there staring at the clown motionless, not able to move. I couldn't take my eyes off the clown as I was scared. But then I did the greatest mistake that I should have never done. I blinked. He was closer every time I blinked my eyes. I stared at him while I moved back towards the room where the kids were sleeping. I slammed the door and locked the room, I pulled the toy rack against the door and awakened the kids and told them to hide under the bed and stay quiet. There was a continuous banging on the door. After a few minutes, the banging stopped. All of a sudden the upper half of the door was blown into pieces and there was the clown staring at me with a hammer in his hand. He was not motionless this time, he looked angrier this time and was walking towards me. I walked backward and pulled out an umbrella from the basket. As he came closer I prepared myself to run behind him and get my phone so that I could contact emergency services. He was slow, he walked as if his legs were carrying weight but I didn't understand how was he so quick and sneaky when I blinked? I ran to my phone realizing there were two of them. One was big, quick and sneakier and other was comparatively bigger, heavier and stronger. I was blocked by the two clowns on either side of the lobby, I knew it was my end but I was lucky enough to survive that day. The police cars arrived as their sirens were clearly heard, both of the clowns ignored me and jumped out of the window in the kids' room. I informed the officers about the happening. The police tried to trace their footsteps but were unable to. I was terrified of this happening and left babysitting, both the children were safe and their parents were finally back after half an hour of the happening. I still freak out thinking about both the clowns I encountered. What if they are still out there as it was no more just a fiction. And now I have to live with it.