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?