Creepypasta: Waking Nightmare

Creepypasta: Waking Nightmare

Hello. Yes, go ahead and scream. You’ll notice I’ve taken the liberty of taping your mouth shut, so see how much good that does you. I bet you regret not telling anyone you were going camping. It would be a good four, five days until someone found your body. But I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to make sure you never sleep again. Don’t worry, all will become clear in due course.

Now, I’m going to remove the tape from your mouth and get off your legs, and so help me if you call for help, or run, I’ll spend the rest of the night playing hacky-sack with your kidneys. I wouldn’t eat them though, that’d just be gross. Seriously, I’m not even sure who would do that. Now then. Let me work through this tape…ick, blood…there. Hey, word of advice, if this happens to you again don’t bite down on your tongue when you see me.

What? Who am I? Let me give you another friendly bit of advice: stop asking questions now, you won’t like the answers. But I suppose I can indulge you a little, Human. I am The Triptych. I am called several other things as well…no, “bitchslut” isn’t one of them. Come on, that was just mean. You don’t want to hurt my feelings, do you? Anyhow, your mind might not understand what I get at when I say this but, well, nothing in your Human universe is important. Not you, not your ideals, not your ideas, not your immortal soul. To the Outsiders who observe and watch over your petty struggles you are as to mice in a maze, frantically scampering about trying to find a piece of stale cheese.

But the Outsiders are not above a bit of interference here and there for the greater good. You are blessed, Human. You have been chosen to have your threads of fate woven together by me, their servant. You should feel grateful. And it makes me angry and bitter that you don’t feel grateful. Listen, Human. Your life is plain, ordinary. It is about to become something extraordinary. Not pleasant, not by any means. But extraordinary nonetheless.

But I also-What? WHAT?! First off, I don’t know Jeff the Killer, and even if I did why are you so damn certain he’s gay?! Oh, the pictures. Heh, and people used to say I was the one that couldn’t differentiate fantasy from reality. Let me put it this way. If you fell asleep tonight and never stopped dreaming, how would you know you weren’t awake? Or to put it another way, why do you act like you know you aren’t dreaming at this very moment? The entire universe is a dream, the Outsiders are the ones who keep watch over the dreamers, and I am The Triptych. It’s my job to sift through the disgusting, useless dreams you Humans weave and get them to proceed in the appropriate directions.

Now…wake up!