"Pass it on" Creepypasta

this is a story from a book of a hundred horror stories featuring all your favorite no-sleep authors it's being used to raise money for a media production to bring these stories and more to life if you want to support this project click the link in the top of the description below [Music] let me get this out of the way this is not a cursed internet chain letter you will not be asked to forward this story reading it or here and get will not kill or curse you this is a story about my childhood a memory one that just resurfaced kicking and screaming to the forefront of my mind I had managed to forget about it but the past always has a way of coming back around forgetting didn't make it go away I was a kid when the internet was new and cellphones were an expensive novelty I didn't have as many distractions as modern children but it wasn't for lack of trying rather than pay attention in class I'd create my own distractions it didn't take much I was a daydreamer with a well-traveled imagination as I got older I became more interested in making new friends real friends we twit easily gained when I invented a game for the entire class to play it was an exactly imaginative but it was fun the game passing a single notes around without getting caught simple right the game didn't have a name we figured if we didn't name it it would be a lot harder to get caught we didn't even use the word game we refer to it as taking notes just in case anyone overheard a lot of the fun came from the secrecy and the ninja mooves we had to master in order to pass the note around unnoticed there were three rules don't get caught add something pass it on we won when the note was passed around and we came back to me at recess we'd read the note and have a good laugh sometimes we'd collectively make up one big story or each share a joke it all depended on what I wrote first it was only a little bit of power but it still went straight to my head suddenly I was the most popular kid in class I didn't need the daydreams not like I used to he almost always won I'm not sure if we really weren't master sneaks or if misses not didn't care in order to be stealthy enough to play we were well behaved and didn't interrupt class it was a harmless game part of our camouflage required us to actually take notes for class it was funny I didn't realize the game inadvertently defeated the purpose kids really are never as they think they are at least I wasn't I remember when everything changed the game started off like it always did every time the teacher turned to write something on the whiteboard the note changed hands I could hit the scratching of pencils and pens and paper with a quiet monotony of the lesson my thoughts were set to I thought about how things have been different just the year before real friendship was a lot less frightening than the Warped version my head and made up I didn't miss any of my imaginary friends they were all but a raised as I started learning the social skills I'd lacked when I was younger I was roused for my reverie when Lydia jumped out of a seat stumbling backwards and falling on a butt most of the class laughed at her expense all of us immature enough to find it funny no one disliked Lydia she was a little chubby but very sweet but seeing anyone fall like that was bound to get a laugh every eye in the room watched the girl fumble and fret Lydia was red-faced and sweaty as she quickly collected her papers of the floor and sat back down at a desk without a word around cheeks quivered as she tried to compose herself but the damage was already done I thought I saw a spider a big one did you explained I'm sorry for interrupting this is not Lydia hung a head wringing her braids this is not nodded and turned back to the whiteboard without comment either accepting her explanation is true or choosing not to question it I turned my attention back to my note-taking before long the note made its way back I didn't look right away I liked to be surprised at recess the bell rang and I cheerfully shuffled out the door for lunch the class seemed quieter than usual as we filed out and headed for the cafeteria Lydia stopped me in the hallway her face was still red and her eyes glassy look on shed tears Lydia usually kept to herself she participated in taking notes but was shy and usually didn't socialize unless she had to what's the matter I asked perplexed we were alone in the hall staff and students alike didn't waste time going to lunch especially on pizza day I've had a flutter of annoyance but given the lock on Lydia's face I pushed it back show the note at recess her hands gripped her twin braids please why I asked reaching for the note so I could see what the problem was half the class already saw it since you passed it on I wish I hadn't she was pulling on her braids I was worried she might pull them right off her head taking notes isn't fun anymore not if it's going to be like this like what my first thought was that someone drew boobs or ropes wears either of those options would have been scandalous to our fourth-grade sensibilities Lydia looked at the note I was involving chewing on a bottle nips so hard it started as well in an instant I understood the problem it was Lydia a drawing of her so well drawn there could be no mistake he was almost like looking at a black-and-white photograph if not for the horizontal blue lines faintly visible beneath the expert pencil strokes the drawing was not at a fourth-grade level but that wasn't what was alarming about it in the picture there was a horizontal cut across a stomach her hand held the wound open bloody fingers digging in to pry the apparently self-inflicted wound wider her other hand unraveled intestines pulling them to Gore smeared lips as though she were about to slow them up like noodles her chubby hands were bloody up to the elbow even in black and white I could tell what I was looking at the rivets were dark and glossy even forming a reflective pool to display the gore from a different angle never in my life and I seen something like this I want to throw up just looking at it I couldn't imagine how Lydia must have felt once the falling back to the drawing hit me I came back to my senses and crumbled the paper into a tight ball I won't show anyone Lydia nodded shuffling from foot to foot in an awkward dance of nerves the girl opened her mouth to say something else then thought better of it scoring down the hole I'd lost my appetite no doubt Lydia did too the air was thick with unasked questions who had drawn that when I'd started the note that drawing hadn't been there I really didn't think anyone in the class would have or could have drawn it there was no obvious explanation but I didn't want to think about it for some reason he felt wrong to even wonder at recess half the kids protested when I said I'd lost the note the other half was conspicuously quiet no one mentioned the drawing there seemed to be an unspoken rule we couldn't talk about it we didn't want to it was unanimous the next day Lydia wasn't in class at first I wasn't going to play the game but some of the kids kept looking at me expectantly only about half the class knew what happened the other half expected we'd be taking notes as usual for some reason pretending it didn't happen seemed like the most sensible option the game continued I tore out a fresh sheet of notebook paper and stared down at it blankly unsure of how to start this one any sense of mischief or fun was long gone for me I didn't want to play anymore why did it feel like I had to I scribbled something down I don't even remember what the game begun but I didn't really pay attention until the dreaded note made its way back I felt like a prison that to the game it was only a piece of paper but it felt a heavy to me I didn't know what I'd see I couldn't convince myself the game hadn't changed in some fundamental way I wasn't the only one who felt that way just days before we were all laughing and smiling not anymore only about half a class waited eagerly for me at recess the other half trickling in heavy-footed with reluctance was as if they were here out of obligation as I smoothed out the creased note I almost wasn't surprised to see the new drawing this time it was Brian a grisly scene sketched out with such realistic detail that my brain refused to register what I was looking at at first bubbling blistered and blackened skin might have left him indistinguishable if not for the fact that his face was left untouched by the licking angry flames drawn out in color this time red orange yellow and black brian's dimpled smile and freckle nose were unmistakable his body positioned in a crouched beside a wall of flames as though he were merely warming himself by a campfire arms extended hands rubbing together charred skin flaking off with friction peppering the fire with bits of blackened flesh I pressed my hand over the drawing covering gets up but it was too late we'd already seen it even the drawing felt hot beneath my palm words and bile competing in my throat as my ice skimmed the rest of the note everything else was harmless snippets of conversation and jokes benign doulas I recognized the handwriting knew who wrote or doodled what everyone was accounted for except phylidia the only addition I couldn't explain was that drawing it shouldn't have been there It was as though some malevolent presence had decided to include itself in our game uninvited no one spoke of it but it was clear from the shock and tears we'd all seen it this time when I poured my hand away from the drawing it came away stained red and black I buried the note along with the one depicting Lydia by the sledding hill a cluster of silent children he felt like a Funeral Brian was the last to leave the mound his skin was the color of sour milk which made his freckles seem dark in stark contrast he didn't cry he didn't ask questions he just stared at the dirt with glassy eyes even after the bell rang and everyone else went to class when I began to trudge back to class reluctantly I swear I heard a whisper pass it on Brian and Lydia were both absent the next day their two empty desks an ominous reminder no one wanted to play and all of us felt strangely compelled to participate I ripped a new page from my notebook not caring when the paper ripped like jagged teeth along the side I started the game with a plea I don't want to play anymore a squad message almost illegible as if even this violated some implicit rule my hand kept moving across the page before I even realized what I was doing before I realized I wasn't in control of my arm anymore I written a reply pass it on written in perfect cursive and writing that wasn't my own and lost feeling in my hand looking down at it it bounced somehow separate from me detached as though I were looking at someone else's hand my hand the hand passed the no-till William next and so the game repeated with each game a new deadly prediction was pictured although we didn't know what happened to the students chosen by the notes we did know that they never came back to class Tommy's demise was drawn a snarling pack of dogs tearing at her legs and snapping her bones between sharp bloody teeth the girl smiled in the picture petting one of the dogs as though you weren't tearing the flesh from a forearm Calvin's portrait painted his body at the bottom of nightmare stairs his body contorted bent and broken in every unnatural direction his arms and legs resembled the very stairs he must have fallen from no one wanted to play anymore we were the ones being played when I resisted my arm would move on its own I wasn't the only one we stopped looking at the drawings but it didn't matter someone would still be missing the next day then we were caught that day there were seven empty desks lucy was about to finish the eighth deadly game when mrs. not swiveled around from the whiteboard and caught her slim rest without hesitation the teacher took note out of her hand and began lecturing us about disrupting our learning environment the lecture was worth it by getting cords Lucy and lost the game losing the game had freed us somehow breaking whatever hold it had over us we never played the game again seven students never returned to school as children we were spared any sort of explanation and no one asked I spent the rest of that year in every year after that as a serious student I went back to being a loner with no friends whole games of any kind I didn't even go to recess opting to work on homework or read books in the quiet solitude of the library instead I didn't think about what happened for a long time I moved on with my life until last night I was drinking by myself at the bar into the early hours hoping that liquor would lubricate my sleepless night an old woman claimed the stool beside me her body stooped to the age that didn't stop her from swallowing several shots in quick succession I didn't pay much mind staring vacantly at the assortment of hard liquors as a drunken haze it began to sweep over me like a warm blanket I could feel the woman's intense there as she slid a piece of paper towards me a soft rustle I somehow heard even over the loud music I stared down at the notes on the counter dirty notebook paper folded into a square with the frayed edges I looked up at the woman her mouth was moving soundlessly but I could tell she was saying the same thing over and over again pass it on I recognized the woman it was mrs. not there was no doubt about it she hadn't aged well her eyes dark and haunted touched with madness her features were Haggard and pale her body frail as though she were made of paper mache I didn't need to open the note to know what it was for all these years the game had gone unfinished until mrs. not finally passed it on back to me the game was won I can't begin to guess what happened to my old teacher but it was enough to drive her to seek me out and deliver this note I had to take it although my right hand felt like it was filled with pins and needles it was my choice to reach out and take it a game had been my idea the lives lost from my burden to bear the curse could only end with me thank you I'll take it from here you protected us I'm so sorry it was clear my old teacher had been fighting this curse for so long long enough that I had time to forget forgetting didn't make it go away I am sorry too she weakly whispered terror and regret competing on her face we both sat and drank for a while before I sent her home in a cab and headed home to face my fate I haven't slept since the note is on my desk unopened it doesn't matter even if I don't look the game is over I don't even need to wonder who this game will claim next although I live alone I haven't been alone since the note found its way back from the corner of my eye a dark and graspable shape asks did you miss me I wrote my story knowing no one will believe it but there isn't time to do anything else fortunately there's nothing to leave behind no family no friends not even a pet maybe I knew this would happen all along somewhere deep down I didn't want anyone to miss me meeting this monster I realized something I'd secretly suspected all along whatever this creature is I know it I'd called it my friend once back in those days its nameless shapeless thing my imagination had taken credit for it an innocent assumption I turned my back on a lonely darkness but you wouldn't let me go you

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Published: Fri Dec 07 2018