When the reaper comes knocking at my door, we'll be going twelve rounds
The way she squirms in place throughout the story, torn between wanting less and more, is the crux of why horror has any room to belong at all. It’s a thrill, to be the one on the other end of the scaring, prompting the same pulse of glee that pulling a grand prank or walking off the mat a victor does. Unlike the latter two, even being scared comes with it’s own giddiness, the body tricked into a sense of survival and the relief that comes with it.
So his grin climbs, wicked and relentless as the tale spins on and finally ends with both eyes removed and the man happy. The walls paint the gore out plainly, slowly dimming back into darkness as Kaisel let’s the story float away. Happily reaching for a gummy worm now that his mouth is free, he flops half its body in and tears it in half, chewing with all the smugness of someone who has done their job properly. That job being, giving Flora some heebie jeebies.
”I dunno,” he shrugs, popping the other worm half in. ”You still gotta change the contacts. And I think he’d always know.” Given how messy life is prone to being, Kaisel’s certain the man had been doomed from the start. ”At least now with no eyes, he never has to worry about symmetry again, and plenty of people get along just find blind.” A truly happy ever after, rare for a creepypasta.
Stretching out his legs so that his feet pinch in around the sides of her, less concerned about goblings stealing him away now that they’ve warmed up a touch, he reaches for more gummy worms. ”Alright, don’t forget,” he looks pointedly at her, shifting his blanket shawl tighter against him. ”I don’t keep any of this energy.”
So his grin climbs, wicked and relentless as the tale spins on and finally ends with both eyes removed and the man happy. The walls paint the gore out plainly, slowly dimming back into darkness as Kaisel let’s the story float away. Happily reaching for a gummy worm now that his mouth is free, he flops half its body in and tears it in half, chewing with all the smugness of someone who has done their job properly. That job being, giving Flora some heebie jeebies.
”I dunno,” he shrugs, popping the other worm half in. ”You still gotta change the contacts. And I think he’d always know.” Given how messy life is prone to being, Kaisel’s certain the man had been doomed from the start. ”At least now with no eyes, he never has to worry about symmetry again, and plenty of people get along just find blind.” A truly happy ever after, rare for a creepypasta.
Stretching out his legs so that his feet pinch in around the sides of her, less concerned about goblings stealing him away now that they’ve warmed up a touch, he reaches for more gummy worms. ”Alright, don’t forget,” he looks pointedly at her, shifting his blanket shawl tighter against him. ”I don’t keep any of this energy.”
Kaisel
I ain't afraid to bleed, there ain't a casket strong enough for me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
