Creepypasta: The Forbidden Seal

Matthew seems a little more nervous than when he usually visits you. And this is an unusual time for a visit as well, at 2:05 in the morning on a weekday. He seems to be searching for the proper words, and it damn well better be important if it’s worth disturbing you at this ungodly hour.

“Hello, Daniel, um…” he begins awkwardly, apparently having hoped the words to express himself would just come to him if he started speaking. Clearly he’s having a bit more difficulty than he anticipated. After a minute of nervous coughing he finally seems to have collected himself.

“First things first, it’s good news. The cult’s made some very good progress recently. Your sacrifice won’t have been for nothing, the rite is almost finished, actually. Zalgo will soon eclipse all of reality and it’s all thanks to you. I know I let you join the cult under false pretenses but really, I only did it for the greater good. I still consider you my friend. And I hope when I see you again, after He sings the song that will end all creation, that you can find it in you to forgive for what we had to do to you.”

Matthew’s guilty tone betrays him. You can tell he still hasn’t come to terms with his actions. He was your best friend, after all. It all seems so surreal.

“So here, these…these are for you. I remember you like flowers, I always thought it was a little weird for a guy your age but who am I to judge, eh? I hope these are a type you were fond of”. As Matthew finishes speaking he leaves the bouquet on your headstone, before he turns around to begin the long trudge back to the compound in the woods.