"Starving Dogs" (Creepypasta)

like this is Alex why from there hey Carper Cecily okay see Sunday if there's one thing that I've grown to greatly appreciate over the last few months it's my wife's irrational thought that all psychologists keep that a work life absolutely alienated away from their private one Emily never was one to question my motives and methods and when it came to matters that I felt uncomfortable about her snooping around in keeping her distance from unknown territory was like a coded command you could always rely on her to be obedient about much to my pleasure rather than hers regarding this I could tell that Emily's unanswered curious mind had always wondered what occurred within the small block of these four office walls I can't really blame her every speckle of dust every faded and recent coffee ring every slam of the cabinet drawers and every rattle of organizing stacks of paper into a neat non overflowing bundle against the desk had its own story didn't it and after all you can't really pin this one on the cat he was only responding to his natural territorial instinct probably the last thing that I felt when I got the call this morning was surprised I can still clearly visualize the anxiety elapsing mr. Krakow skis face the moment you received the call from the doctor's office nearly four years ago and the only thing that honestly surprised me was how he hadn't bitten the dust anytime sooner [ __ ] I'd sooner pop myself than to know I'd have to live for malcontents years with the diagnostics of lung cancer on the contrary though strong-willed Chucky eased through the enfeebling cancer whirlwind and simply continued to go about his everyday responsibilities with an odd kind of masked effortlessness despite the fact that it shredded him from the inside out like the arduous bone-shattering burden that he tried so resilient ly to disguise he was an excellent employer and a level-headed boss well by our terms he was anyway had this expected death come one week earlier it would have crafted the perfect alibi for me I genuinely hope that Emily and the kids enjoy Florence for the few days and I only regret that I can't warn them not to take the Italian experience for granted without arousing suspicion from my already bugging wife there are still plenty of flights you can book now we have the money to pay for another seat the kids and I both want you here these were among several of the nags that were aimed at me during the last few weeks and as much as I would love to be with my family I see have instructed me and given me the honors of carrying out their latest ideology which is expected to be their most controversial yet isolation survival poverty imprisonment dehumanization they all link in to what's expected to flourish into this ruthless starving dogs experiments despondency will be key Monday what would the homo sapiens species be like today if the virtue of humanity had never existed or developed if at all later than expected this invigorating thought has frequently labeled my mind since I was about 16 years of age and it was all that I could preciously be concerned about as I smiled waved and gave false words of reassurance to my credulous family as they exited the house for their flight and final time at five o'clock this morning I thought about how this holiday has no meaning to human survival no benefit to our nature and simply serves to satisfy the recreational need of the human mind developed by humanity when you put a lot of thought into it within a short space of time it's actually scary to think of the amount of services humanity or takes in not just these days but in the past also for the sake of the virtue itself a prime example of this I believe is religion I have always seen religion as a value that is never entirely accomplished or satisfied it seems to me that no beliefs can have too many members or even too many missions to serve of whoever or whatever their followers are serving or even those who guide their followers for either good intentions or power over people whatever the reason the result either you grow into the world's largest religion of over 2 billion both active and inactive members or all of your members are either killed or arrested at harrowing scenes in Waco Texas people who strictly follow these organized faiths are really only doing so for one reason self-fulfillment to one day go to heaven Jen ought to be reincarnated etc the more I think about it I can truthfully and Col hardly say that I cannot think of any other logical benefit of their systems other than to fulfill one's humanity virtue going to church every Sunday for an hour fasting during the day for what is it two weeks a month maybe I can't remember the exact guidelines of Ramadan it's irrelevant anyway because commitments vary in extremity but I believe the principle behind it is all still relatively akin I'm keeping this diary specifically separate from the rest of my entries for very good reason I keep this diary to express my thoughts and judgments during a vital week of my life but when my humanity will be the most strained beyond its usual limits for some reason all I can think about is if the contractor is dropping by tomorrow maybe it's Wednesday I'll have to call about that later maybe it plagues my head because I'm just too fond of the sitting room I have right now the mantelpiece the blue leather sofa and it's too stocky armchair companions the looming glass cabinet of fancy knickknacks family heirlooms and personal memorabilia memories for whatever time I step in there for the next whatever amount of hours until the contractor comes whooshing images of baby steps scraped knees and tears romantic movies with wine chocolates and flickering television light in a dark room and rainy days with unfinished Monopoly games are going to flash by me and all I can help but do is half willingly accept it new memories old memories replaced with the former of results discoveries and observations day and night surveillance from my offices they hopefully slowly settle into their new habitat at first humanity will take full throttle in there will be confusion angst and suffering that will wither and die as nature should rear it's moderately ugly yet beautifully ambitious head and create the scenarios that I'll be scribbling notes on and reporting back to fuzzy I wonder when that contractors coming we both have a lot of work to do Tuesday make-a-wish is what my mother would say to me when I was just a six-year-old boy gathering fluffy dandelions and attempting to blow all the seeds off them in one striking go 24 years on and looking back at those seeds forcefully fleeing in the opposite direction of their home all that I'm reminded of is someone holding a 12-gauge shotgun in their mouth and blowing their brains out their head dissolving into little mushy pink and red pieces not flying but drifting quickly towards the wall and ceiling I'm not paranoid enough to own a gun at this moment but maybe as time goes by paranoia will seemingly convert into jittery common sense and I'll submit to a hesitant decedent the contractor came today and removed everything it was noisy at times but it was nice to have some background music because I was starting to become uncomfortable with my new solitude like an unwanted hive that you just can't scratch enough the pieces of the now plural organ would make a wonderful artistic design for the horribly eerie empty room they're revolting presence would go hand in hand and at least then there would be some sort of scenery to accompany your misery the brain splatter design and a suicide both share the same value right now solution the steel doors are going to be installed tomorrow and then the walls are going to be painted a Blanc white the old man next door gave me a concerned look when I saw him today he adjusted a nice little smile on his face while he was watering his plants and that flower he had but he had an engraved look of apprehension beneath his rosy red cheeks maybe he can read me or maybe it's the lesson average sleep I've been getting lately becoming evident throughout my weary self the Stanford Prison Experiment is something I've been fascinated by for a very long time at it's very basic core 24 male students taken under guard and misshaped by psychological torture and abuse if not horribly wrong of course and even after just six days the officers involved wanted more they had power they had control they were the ones given the rights to take rough protocol that they deemed necessary by mr. Zimbardo himself my upcoming experiment is too similar to that of the 1971 Prison Experiment there may only be one difference but because I report my findings to a secret organization who keep their darkest secrets locked and secured filing cabinets rather than the US Navy and Marine corpse it's pretty [ __ ] significant I and the lead professor behind all this and I'm open to the exceptionally likely probability that I'm going to be mutilated into one of those power-hungry prison guard examples just like a sunset that drains the color out of buildings and trees in the distant horizon Emily will be the worst-affected no doubt michael and sandra on the other hands I'm not so sure they might be too young to realize the confusion that society places on such an act locked in a room huddled scared basic rations and no mean of recreation meaning or goal to feed they're draining and starving civilization like male rabbits in a hut there from birth feeding through a drip I dictate the period in which I wish to observe them I am their owner they were family to me once but now all they are to me are white mice on running wheels in a large black railed cage on blue plastic Wednesday there are recent rotting rodent remains in the raw room downstairs and I'm rereading the last line of my previous entry I paid over 10 grand for all the new installations and I [ __ ] hate it they're horribly calm and overwhelming dazing ly quiet eerily too peaceful perfect it's everything I require for my work to go ahead I've given myself the all clear unfortunately as soon as I saw that I diminished a section of my house - absolutely nothing I panicked and ran back upstairs little beads of sweat trickling down from my forehead whilst I swallowed the quickly reoccurring lump haunting my throat I have no idea why but I just couldn't stand it there was a thing in my house that contained less content than a plastic bag floating in the wind other than for that brief moment than I experienced it it was horrifying light with red it's such a malignant combination like when a roofer slips off the top of a 60 degree angle roof and smacks his temple off the sharp corner of a gray concrete wall red flows on a large gashing wound and his skin drains to white quicker than an endangered chameleon i sat up in my room quivering from the room's presence and all I could recollect was the image of the exploding bloody dandelion imagining the brain matter slowly seeping down the white wall with pieces sooner or later trickled to the floor making a chunky splattering sound while my mind generated this thought in that moment all I could think was how ventilating those squishy sounds and facia scullers were suicide was simply not an option as much as I'm contemplating it at this moment those nuts at Phi C will do God knows what to my family if I don't carry out their orders that's why I keep rereading the last line of my previous entry I fear that there are moments when I'm turning into one of them those [ __ ] up rusty brained degrading slabs of meat and slime that I work for and told myself I respected Ziggy hadn't a chance he crawled around in my hand so naively sniffing and curious at least his death was quick the panic the fury overlapping me I leaned back so slowly and threw him harder than a pitcher trying to strike out the batter Ziggy lay in a heap on the ground his body frozen and corrupted from the incident his black beats four eyes staying so still and his little wiry whiskers flickering like the sound of an old projector shortly after the film had concluded twitching like sensitive eyes to an unexpected set of siren lights I put him out of his misery the same way a careless smoker rubs their cigarette butt dry into the ground little helpless bones snapped and split under the force of my black boot and blood spurted out both sides like a condensed little ketchup packet from a cheap diner Sandra's beloved hamster Ziggy remained glossy dead and soaked in blood in the room below the last feelings I want Sandra to think of me are misunderstanding and confusion not that I'm a monster Thursday depending on whose perspective you are viewing it from shaving this morning after a sleepless night was either an ill-informed decision for a controversial stroke of luck I lay in bed all night screaming to the impossible possibility that my sanity is crippled and common sense has shattered into tens of sharp piercing little pieces if cur Kowski could only see me fall apart like this he would pick up one of those pieces and slowly steer to the side of my forehead like a steady twisting screwdriver speaking of injuries anyway my shaking hand slipped during my shave today scraping through the delicate skin between my jaw and my throat red bloody blobs dotted on my white shirt and white collar its Stang at first and it came as a shock to me as I'm usually cautious going through this regular routine it was a pretty deep cut but it was distracting me from the inner anguish that floated freely around inside my head like carousel horses those dribbles of blood sliding my neck whilst I shut my eyes and allowed my dizzy eyes to drift happily in circles around my head it was like easing into a batch of morphine and the release itself was arousing me at first I was a little uncomfortable but if this is what humanity has created for me then so be it even writing about it now I'm gleefully reestablishing the experience and forgetting about all the [ __ ] I'm gonna have to go through in a few days I received two expected packages from Phi C in the post today one box contained Bluetooth operated CCTV cameras and USB devices for security and monitoring for both outside and the white room while the other contains needles and a large bubbly like plastic package which contained a chemical that you could tell was hazardous just on the basis that it was clearer than the water and it was temperately lukewarm lukewarm is healthy flesh the setup was pretty standard and aside from the odd flicker or a flash of line every few minutes the quality of the cameras exceeded my expectations as effective as they are though video quality has minuscule wealth to me at the moment it's a thought that these CCTV footage --is will be on all day and night for the next few years is honestly goddamn terrifying to me an age where technology's influence is exceeding too rapidly and nobody seems to care generate huge concern for me that machines are one day going to see more than we can and can already observe events at times when we can not maybe staying up the whole night wasn't a good idea what if I see have me wired right now and I just vulnerably allowed everything they sent me into my house what if they're testing me to see if I'll comply with their demands and slavishly carry out their dirty work if my family are going to die they're not going to die by the hands of I see but I'm still left in a tough situation if I don't do it I die and I don't know what even more horrible act they will carry out on my family if I do I survive but [ __ ] knows what happens to them if they're going to be locked up for three [ __ ] years all I can hope is that they'll carry on through this ordeal and we'll never have to see my face ever again I can live isolated away somewhere where I'm no threat to society or maybe I could just travel down to the Phi C headquarters and blow all their [ __ ] evil heads off I punched a hole in my wall with tears in my eyes I told myself only two days ago that I would never own a gun I'm getting stressed again dark hail clouds shroud my thoughts and I'm feeling stressed I looked in the mirror at my sleepless face again the krusty healing wound was speckled with blood like Dustin I was getting stressed again I think I'll just take one more slice at it good thing those needles are right on my bedside locker thank God Friday I look terrible there's a giant scar on my jaw and several little scars on my upper left arm from when I got carried away last night this is the first entry that I've written during the daytime and judging from the brightness outside for this time of year I'd say it's around 1500 hours check the clock downstairs 1521 I literally just woke 20 minutes ago and I feel really dizzy I passed out after a strenuous period of heavy blood loss it's a good thing I fainted when I did or else there was a high chance that I would have traveled further cell-phone that great scraping stress train how would explain the scars to my wife I'm not sure I guess loft to make up some irrational excuse for the gaping crack on my jaw and hide the little reminders under a thick jumper actually I just remembered I still have to clean up sickies remains the blood had dried onto the wall and it took strained elbow grease which was in limited supply thanks to my little episode last night I then mopped and scrubbed the floor and through Ziggy into the bin I thought I will be more mentally affected by the action I'd carried out on Wednesday but honestly I feel like I've grown immune to dastardly performances at this stage it was times like these that I wish I'd kept in touch with Tim a lot more the only person back in my youth who actually cared for the interests I ranted on about who listened and showed interest for the experiments and psychology theories that I idolized when I was in my early 20s during my secondary school days I stood up for him a lot and really helped him fit into social groups he never would have had a chance to become comfortable and if it weren't for my guidance No now I really needed him but he's way too busy with his current [ __ ] paying health-and-safety internship it just can't help but feel that if I still had Tim in my life right now this problem would have been solved a long long long time ago but then again if I see never really taken no for an answer that much in the past especially to someone who's shown as much loyalty as I have towards them regardless I want to be able to share this problem with him but we haven't spoken in over a year and it's too late now rather than him just waltzing down here and saying howdy-do to me he would just need to plan his journey in' it's at a time when he was free and not working I would feel like I'm intruding which is extremely obscure of me to say because he always had the time for me back in the day I still remember to this day at that moment I came up to him in line for the vending machine and asked him would you be willing to skip to the front of the queue right now if you knew there were only one Mars bar left had I asked that to anyone else they most likely would have turned around and given a horrendous look Tim was different he had a sort of restrained respect for everyone even if they made him feel uncomfortable or uneasy respect patients and passiveness were his most appreciated virtues and qualities that sometimes got annoying if you were around them for too long but traits that you miss if you hadn't experienced for a long while although there's a 99.9% chance of it not happening I wish that he would just come and rescue me from this ever so daunting nightmare that I'm in a few days ago I had talked about how the development of humanity had some crazy disturbing effects when you think about them in this case however my mind struggles to think of a disadvantage when it came to life policies that my old friend Tim had he would die before letting anything happen to his family my family gets back tonight I wonder how they'll react when they see the steel doors Saturday screaming lots and lots of screaming emily is going to shred her vocal cords if she doesn't shut the [ __ ] up the walls are soundproof though so her valiant efforts are going sadly unrewarded you would think that this hostile reaction would provoke me to let them out but not really it's just kind of irritating to be perfectly honest the children are huddled up to her for support they're frightened out of their wit's and emily is really not helping I muted the volume on the screen so now it just looks like black and white footage all the band and factory or something like that anyway this is the last time I will be writing in this diary as the rest of my research will be going into separate books that I will be constantly submitting and updating to the Phi c-corporation the research should contain nothing personal or biased and must be strictly fact-based every day is to be recorded on these tapes and special notes and hypotheses will be kept in a folder labeled X starving dogs at request however one of my fellow colleagues asked me to scribble down one excerpt for her and keep it in the folder as part of my research they want a very minimal study done on the captor himself as they deem it unnecessary for some odd reason they see it as irrelevant anyway I decided to rewrite this one on a separate piece of small paper and store it in the folder new memories old memories replaced with the former of results discoveries and observations day and night surveillance from my office as they hopefully slowly settle into their new habitat at first humanity will take full throttle and there will be confusion angst and suffering that will wither and die as nature should rear its monstrously ugly yet beautifully ambitious head and create the scenarios that I will be scribbling notes on and reporting back to Phi see asked for this diary it has a sentimental value to me now I shall keep it locked up in the cabinet above one day I may go back over it and read my thoughts on the week leading up to what could be a very important breakthrough unorthodox most definitely ambitious we'll just wait and see Emily is still screaming he would just need to plan his journey it's at a time when he was free and not working you

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Keywords: Psychologist creepypasta, kingspook creepypasta, creepypasta 2014

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Length: 40min 33sec (2433 seconds)

Published: Sun Aug 31 2014