darkSpyro

You know those old black and white movies that always gave you the impression that everything back then was black and white? That's how I see everything. People would often make of me by drawing circles at the center of the paper in different color and would ask what colors they are. I would always guess wrong and they would start laughing at me. It made me very sad and angry at the same time to not be able to recognize any color at all.

I've had many eye problems in the past and have had to go have surgery on them to help fix multiple problems with my eyes that would make me blind. I think you've heard all you need to know about my life story. Let's get to the real story.

Oh and yes, my name is Jim. incase you didn't know.

I was heading to the office to do some work. It was a boring and gray day at the office, nothing unusual. We had a new worker coming into the office named Bill. He was a middle-aged man and seemed fairly healthy. I heard from one of my co-workers though that he has had mental issues in the past and has had to go to therapy more then enough times. I was going to keep an eye on him incase he was going mad so I could alert my cronies at the office.

A few weeks after Bill began work at the office, plastered a note onto my cubicle. The letter read "BAD THINGS ARE COMING" I shrugged it off since he did have mental problems in the past and was just probably trying to scare me.

A day after, my boss came and told me horrifying news.

"Jill has committed suicide by jumping off the roof. Before jumping off the roof, she had lodged multiple knives into her chest. On her cubicle, a note was left saying BAD THINGS ARE HERE."

I shuddered a bit at the thought of a mangled corpse lying on the street that originated from my office.

Soon, more horrible events started happening. One of my co-workers, whose name was Berry, had died of a seizure in front of his computer. The computer was smudged with blood, but the strange part was that I could see the red and it wasn't a gray liquid like most of the time. I knew something was going on. I was starting to get quite horrified.

Everyone at the office was being picked off in painful and horrifying ways, one by one until it was my boss, Bill and me left. I could see the red shade of the blood though, even though I was born with complete color-blindness.

The most horrifying death occurred 4 days after the last death.

Bill was in my boss's office, my boss was talking to the officers about the suicides of the office workers at the time. Bill was looking out the window with his hands behind his back. His eyes were watery and he was sniffling.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Leave me alone" He replied

"I shouldn't have come here" he said right after that.

"THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! JIM!"

"No it isn't Bill!" I screamed right after he said that.

"IT IS! I LEAD IT HERE! IT'S COMING FOR YOU NEXT!"

"BILL!"

"NO JIM! NO! I HAVE TO END IT ALL BEFORE IT GETS ANYONE ELSE!"

At this time, Jim was crying intensely and was lying on the floor. He soon started pulling out a knife.

"BILL NO!"

It was too late, Bill had beheaded himself and his body fell through the glass. His head and body split into thousands of pieces when impacting the ground. I could see his intestines and I was tearing up. I broke into tears and put myself in a ball.

When I got out of my ball, there was nothing around me. I looked around and I called out for help. No reply. Suddenly, I saw a dark shadowy figure that had red eyes. I could tell because I could see the color strangely. The creature walked up to me and grabbed my neck. It started crushing my neck. The creature lashed out me in a horrible distorted voice.

"HELLO"

I screamed in pain.

"WAKE UP"

My eyes closed slowly and I became numb. I couldn't see anything.

I woke up in a bed, it was my regular home, and as if by magic, I could see color. My jaw fell to the floor in awe. I looked at all the magnificent colors around me. I decided to watch some television and I was in complete shock at the colors, but something mystified me on TV.

"Dead bodies found around empty lot. Survivor tells what happened"

I don't remember telling anything about it. I just don't remember. Perhaps it is because I had woken up and my senses hadn't come until now? I guess I'll never know. I want to know what that thing was though. What it's intentions were and why it let me live.

If you see this monster anywhere, alert me please. This creature has a humanoid shape but has glowing red eyes.

Monochrome?



Relevant.

This a Creepypasta?
Quite unique, I must say. Although the ending was sorta...eh. I kinda get the monster's mysteriousness (concerning its appearance) when you were colorblind, but sorta bland at the end. A little more backstory would be interesting, I think. Not telling you to edit this- it's your story!- but if I had to, I probably would've ended it with the guy losing another sense, like hearing or something, in exchange for getting color back.
And if it's not a Creepypasta...well, I'm sorry for your loss? e.e

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. [scoff] She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

tl;dr

@sP What's that supposed to mean? e.o

Kewl.

Quote: ShadowMewX

This a Creepypasta?
Quite unique, I must say. Although the ending was sorta...eh. I kinda get the monster's mysteriousness (concerning its appearance) when you were colorblind, but sorta bland at the end. A little more backstory would be interesting, I think. Not telling you to edit this- it's your story!- but if I had to, I probably would've ended it with the guy losing another sense, like hearing or something, in exchange for getting color back.
And if it's not a Creepypasta...well, I'm sorry for your loss? e.e

Thank you.

I might actually consider making a sequel to explain the monsters origins. It would probably involve Jim finding a note which contains the address of Bill's house.

Letters from Jim:

Muscles in my legs have stopped working and I'm unable to move my legs. The doctors say I won't be able to walk again. Guess I'll be using a wheel chair for the rest of my life.

Mails coming in, better go check what it is. I'll be back soon.

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This mail is awfully strange. It's the same hand-writing Bill used to write but it has some numbers on it. I remember seeing a house with these exact numbers on it. I'll have to see if that house really does exist. If anything happens, I'll come back and write about it.