PokeCat (2013-10-29 19:23:59)

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The Shadow Of Revenge is a creepypasta about a strange being who seeks out people who are verbally, emotionally, or physically bullied at an extreme rate. It invades the minds of those victims of bulling and convinces them to kill those who do them harm.

The Pasta

I sit here with my head in my hands, feeling cold on this crisp autumn day. My English teacher drones on about the Shakespearean play sd currently read. I can’t help but ignore every word that pours from his lips. It’s like I’m watching a silent film without captions. Why am I acting like this? It’s not like I care about the play ,or like it for that matter, but I know I should listen. I just can’t seem to though. All I can hear is my thoughts.

What am I doing here? I think, Why did I come to school today? I make myself to decide not to answer these questions for fear I’ll get into a mental argument with myself. They keep pounding in my head for several minutes when suddenly, they fade away. I can hear a voice, and that voice isn’t mine.

Kill…

What? This isn’t a voice I recognise. Why am I hearing this?

Kill them all…

I’m not murderous! What the hell is this?! Who is invading my mind?!

They all hate you… They don’t care about you… kill them all…

People around me are staring at me, mouthing something. Maybe it’s because I’m on the verge of tearing my hair right out of my scalp. I can’t stop hearing this stupid voice! Someone is shaking my shoulder rather roughly. I look over to see his face. It’s my teacher. I look away quickly and wince, closing my eyes tightly. When I close my eyes, I hear the voice again.

They don’t want you here… they could care less if you were dead…

What is this?! I wrench my eyes open and I scream apparently, because everyone around me clamps their hands tightly over their ears. In front of the white board, I see a shadowy figure standing before me. It’s smoky aura gives it an eerie look. I see no face upon the shadow, but as I continue to stare, a twisted and fanged smile curls up it’s blackened lips.

Suddenly I hear the voice again, and the lips of the figure move in time with the words.

You know they hate you… and you hate them for it… C’mon… kill them…

I feel strange with this last bout of words. I have a strange change of heart. I agree with the voice… My lips part and I smile widely. Suddenly, I can hear everything around me again.

“Alex?!” People shout, “Are you alright?! Alex?!”

I chuckle. The sound is deep and throaty. Everyone continues to stare and shout. Their tones protest worry, but I ignore their cries. They don’t care! Why are they trying to act as though they do?

The shadowy figure smiles wider, and I can see two bright, blood red glowing dots appear where it’s eyes would be.

Yes… get them… Make them pay for your suffering…

A pair of scissors on the desk beside me catch my eye. The sharp point gleams in the very dim light of the classroom. I reach over and grasp the handle tightly, my fingers curling carefully around the smooth handle.

People look scared as the scissors enter my grasp. Someone shouts at me, “Alex?! What are you doing?!”

I ignore her desperate cries, raising the pair of gleaming scissors above my head and laughing maniacally. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done to me!” I yell. I don’t even sound like myself anymore.

The shadowy figure keeps smiling, watching my actions closely.

Yes! Ignore their cries! Kill them! Kill them now!

I want to ignore the gruesome words of the figure as they pound in my head, but it’s ideas are strangely… appealing…

I jump onto the girl who had cried out at me as I raise the scissors higher above my head. With my free hand, I pin the girl down by her throat, my hand wrapping around her small neck with relative ease. I can’t help but chuckle. This girl, one who had tourchered me with words and fists, was now stuck under my grasp. She would feel the pain she had caused me, and she would feel it now.

I brought the scissors down with enough force that the blade slid into the girls small abdomen with ease. Hot crimson liquid coated the blade, and slowly poured out of the wound, staining her shirt, and my fingers. A dark smile crossed my lips, and I felt happy as the light left the girl’s eyes.

I continued this process of administering the medicine of revenge on each and every student. Finally I reached my teacher. He stared at me with scared eyes. The figure chuckled.

He doesn’t matter… and there can’t be witnesses…

I got it over with quickly, sliding the blade straight into his heart.

The figure disappeared as I did so, and the blade dropped from my hands.

What had I done?! I dropped to my knees in an instant, surrounded by the bodies I had been convinced by the shadow to brutally murder.

This post has been edited one or more times, the last time was:
2013-10-29 19:26:49

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Barioth (2013-10-29 19:32:41)

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Dem scissors.

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BigMooney (2013-10-29 20:15:13)

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lol pwnzor

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darkboy612 (2013-11-02 20:50:42)

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destroy us all! destroy us all! destroy us all! destroy...............

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