Halloween 2014: The Mortasheen Diary

Written by: James B. Davis

Day One

The ground I woke up on was brown and sticky, I wasn't even sure if it was dirt. The sky wasn't even it's normal color, it was a darkish red/brown. Where the hell was I? I got from the oozing ground and looked around me to see a large forest (if you could even call it that), made of fleshly trees, covered in eyes and mouths. Out ran a creature with many limbs and a head like a rodents skull, and slowly after five more ran out all in different directions. Then, trees began falling and blood squirted out and a massive melty looking elephant-like creature, I ran as fast as I could away from this thing, what ever it was, and I fell into a large ditch to big to climb back up. I fell all the way down and a a group of sock-like creatures scurried off.

Day Four

It took at least three days for me to deal with this place, I still haven't made my way out of this ditch. I've killed and eaten three of those sock creatures, I've even used some of there bones to make a small knife, just in case something big falls in here with me.

Day Six

Yesterday a large centipede-like thing thing fell down into the ditch, I killed it with my small bone knife and made a massive spear out of one it's long legs.

Day Eight

I don't think I'm ever gonna get out of this ditch.

Day Ten

I made two little knifes last night, and used them to climb out of the ditch and it worked! I'm going what I think is west, toward what looks like a city's outline, and a green/brown colored sea, It's below a cliff, I'll have to wait and see.

Day Thirteen

That sea, was a fucking army of dead people! Just walking around and moaning! I've turned south, hopfully I'll find something that not grotesque or madness inducing.

Day Fifteen

I tripped into a puddle the other day, and inside of it was a squirmy orange colored thing. It squirted me with something, and strange bumps have appeared all other my body. They hurt to the touch, and are even worse to look at.

Day Seventeen

The bumps have turned into scores, but they're multicolored, like rainbows. When I touch them they rupture, spewing out rainbow colored filth. And the rupture is followed by agonizing pain. I've begun to feel worthless, and that I'\ have no place in this, or any, world. I'm going to end this meaningless life, because, I longer wish to bear this thing called life... good bye.

MORTASHEEN IS (c) JOHNATHAN WOJCIK 

Halloween 2014: I'm the Chief!

I've been a cook my entire adult life, my first job was at a little cow town dinner, making burgers and such. Then I worked at a cafe, making all sorts of muffins and different breads. But I liked cooking meat the most. And I always wanted to find new meats to cook. I tried all kinds, cats, frog, even alligator! But none of them were that great. It wasn't till I founded my own restaurant that I found my favorite meat. It was hard to find, and even hard to cook without people knowing. It pleasing to cook it, I like it when my victims scream...

Halloween 2014: From the Woods

          It was dark, and midnight's full moon hung in the air. The trees where dark coral-like shapes swaying in the breeze. A red sphere peered through the trees, attached to it was a huge mass of milky gray flesh. It moved out of the trees, like a slug, dragging itself with long fleshy tendrils. Behind him was a trail of black slime, that caused decomposition to everything that it touched.

         As it moved through the field, it grew as it absorbed what was rotting beneath it. Large spider-like legs bulged from it back, and it lifted itself from it's the ground. It walked toward the city, dripping the black sludge down upon everything. Quickly it came into the city, and lurked into the center of town. It's stomach split open, and the black sludge spilled upon the city. The city rotted away, and the inhabitants, snapped back from their rotted form, and regained consciousness. 

Halloween 2014: Rot Man

Written by: James B. Davis

 It was a late Summer night and the street lights caused a spotlight appearance every ten feet. I was walking home, me and some friends where meeting at the local park, but it was midnight, no one showed up, and it was really hot out, and I didn't want to wait anymore. It was a pretty long walk home too, so I was pretty pissed. I was walking past an alley way when I saw him. A homeless man, he was rocking back and forth, his face seemed to almost be rotting, loose and brownish gray, his eyes looked void of any color.

I had to walk past him, it was the only way to my house, so it had to be done. As I got closer, he stopped rocking, and his head whipped in my direction! He got on all fours, and slowly creeped toward me! At this moment I realized I needed to leave, and turned around and ran for my life only to hear his feet running behind me! I ran as fast as I could, but it was no use, he jumped on my back, and bit into my wrist! I grabbed a brick to my side, and smashed it into the side of his head! He fell to the side twitching and looked at me, he screeched and thrusted toward me again, and I gave him another blow to the head with my brick, and half of his head looked like strawberry jelly. My wrist was leaking a black fluid mixed with blood. I slowly got up and limped home.

I didn't get home till about 2:00 AM, I quickly got into the bathroom, wrapped a bandage around my wrist, took some random pain killer in the medicine cabinet, and walked upstairs to my room and passed out on my bed. Through the night I tossed and turned, I didn't sleep very good. And when I did sleep, I had strange dreams, not really scary, just strange. I can't really describe them, they were nonsense.

When I woke up the next day, my wrist no longer hurt, in fact, I felt good. I got up quickly and looked in the mirror, my muscles had grown! Not to an extreme degree, but they looked a little more built and chiseled. “What the fuck?” I rubbed my arm, I really didn't understand. I got on clothes, and went downstairs, I didn't mention the bite to my parents, in fact, I didn't even talk to my parents that day. I went outside right after breakfast, and went for a run, I really don't run a lot, or really ever, but I could run really fast. And I ran for a long time too, a really long time, like three hours! I got home, and I went upstairs and laid down, I wasn't really tired, but I needed a little rest. I felt great, I felt like fucking Superman. I fell asleep, and I really don't remember any of my dreams. I slept the whole day and didn't wake up till the next day, it was great.

I woke and jumped out of bed, and I looked in the mirror again. I couldn't believe it! I... I was bigger again! I just just grinned and blinked rapidly “What the fuck?” I thought to myself. I put on all my clothes, ran down the stairs, and didn't even eat breakfast before I left. I jogged down the street, logged for a long time, before I finally came to sprint that lasted for hours! And the part I really remember was coming up to a large fence! I jumped over it! It was at least six feet, and I ended up in someone's backyard, an entire family in the yard. “I, I'm so sorry.” I said and ran for it again.

I really didn't understand what was happening, and I really didn't care, I just wanted to run some more. I came to the end of the neighborhood, and stopped, I couldn't decide whether or not to keep going. I turned around and ran the other direction, and decided to jump some more. I jumped over fire hydrants, fences, I even jump over a group of people at one point! I... I felt like a superhero! In fact...

That night, I put on a hockey mask, shoulder pads, football pads, and over everything, a one color full body suit, you know the ones that you can buy at the Halloween store? And that night I left, and went downtown. I stayed in back alleys mostly, to avoid police, because, well, I looked like a crazy person. Then I saw it, a man in an alley, beating a woman, I ran toward him, and kicked him in the side. He got up and took out a knife, I slapped the knife from his hand and broke his finger in doing so. He fell to the ground, and I kicked him, and ran off. I ran into an alley far away. I did this all night, this was a bad city, full of crime.

I went back home at 3:00 AM, climbing into my upstairs window. I fell into my bed, and slept. I slept for the whole night, and this time, I remembered my dreams. I dreamed about the man who had bitten me, the man I had completely forgot about. He was in my house though, he was over my family, he had eaten them, I didn't see his face at first. He had my my mothers arm in his hand, and he turned his head toward me. It was me!

I woke up that morning in a cold sweat, I had pee on my mattress, I hadn't peed my bed since I was 7, I'm 17 now, ten years! I got up out of my bed and looked in my mirror, I was smaller now, my muscles had been smaller than the night before, and there was no way I would be able to run that day, because, just walking down the stairs made me tired. I didn't know what was happening. I really didn't feel good, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to drink anything, I didn't want to be awake! My mom and dad had left for the day, and weren’t gonna be back for three days. I fell on the couch after they left, and moaned, moaned for five minutes straight. I just fell asleep, and was faced with the same dreams. I woke up again with sweat all over me, and got up to go pee. I went to the bathroom and walked past the mirror, I saw a glimpse of myself, and quickly ran back to the mirror, my eyes had huge black bags under them, my lips where gray, and so where my teeth. I couldn't believe what I was looking at, I began to cry.

The next day, a knock came at the door, around noon, and woke me up. I got up and scowled, I walked to the door and opened it. A woman stood there, my mom's friend Jessica. “Hi, Jack, is your mom here?” she asked with a smile, I just lowered my brows, then smiled, “Yeah, she's in the kitchen.” I said “Come in.” she walked past me and down to the kitchen “It's in here right?” she said and I grabbed a lamp off the table and smashed it over her head. A smile came across my face.

That night I made a large pot of soup, and by then, my face was a brownish gray, my eyes nearly void of color, and my hair began falling out. The soup was delicious, so, so good. I ate all of it, all of it! There was so much meat in the soup, it was great! I went to bed after the hefty meat, and had great dreams! She was delicious.

That next day, I felt great, and but I looked like shit, but I didn't care! I had an ooze coming from sores on my face, I had an itch, but I couldn't scratch it, because my skin peals off, and my eyesight isn't as great, but I feel incredible! Today's the last day of my parents vacation, they'll be home tomorrow, and I just can't wait for them to get home...

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Five Days of Halloween!

Starting this Monday, there will be a five day countdown to Halloween with five different Creepypastas! Remember it starts on the 27th!

Robert the Doll

In the late 1800s, Thomas Otto and his family moved in to a mansion at the corner of Eaton and Simonton streets in Key West, Florida now known as the Artist House. The Ottos were known to be stern with their servants, sometimes even mistreating them. It was the treatment of one such Haitian servant that provides a twist in this story.

This woman was hired to take care of their son, Robert. One day, Mrs. Otto supposedly witnessed her practicing black magic in their backyard and fired her.

Before she left, the woman gave Robert a lifelike doll which stood 3 feet tall, had buttons for eyes, human hair (believed to be Robert's), and was filled with straw.

Dolls that resembled children were not unheard of during this time, but this one proved to be special. Robert named the doll after himself and often dressed it in his clothes. Robert, the doll, became his trustworthy companion. He took it with him on shopping trips into town. The doll had a seat at the dinner table where Robert would sneak it bites of food when his parents weren't looking. Robert would even be tucked into bed with the boy at night. Soon this innocent relationship took on a strange nature.

Soon after, Robert chose to be referred to by his middle name, Gene, after being scolded by his mother. He told her that Robert was the doll's name, not his. Gene was often heard in his toy room having conversations with Robert. Gene would say something in his childish manner and responses could be heard in a much lower voice. Sometimes Gene would become very agitated, worrying the servants and his mother. She would, on occasion, burst in to find her son cowering in a corner while Robert sat perched in a chair or on the bed glaring at him. This was only the beginning.

Household objects would be found thrown across the room, Gene's toys turned up mutilated, and giggling could be heard. Whenever these unusual acts took place, Gene always said, "Robert did it!" The boy took the punishment but always insisted that the blame was Robert's. As the mischief grew, more and more servants took their leave as new ones were hired. The Ottos' relatives felt it was time to do something. With the recommendation of a great aunt, Gene's parents removed Robert from his care and placed him in a box in the attic. This is where he resided for many years.

After the death of his father, Gene was willed his boyhood home. He decided to live in the Victorian mansion with his new wife. Gene had become an artist, and felt the house was spacious and would provide a place for him to paint. He went to the attic and dusted off his childhood toy. He became attached to the doll despite his wife's displeasure. Gene would take the doll along with them everywhere they went. He even sat in his favorite little chair while Gene and his wife slept nearby. The Turret Room became Robert's domain after Mrs. Otto moved him back to the attic. Their marriage slowly became sour until Mrs. Otto supposedly went insane and died of unknown reasons. Gene followed soon behind.

Robert supposedly attacked people, sometimes locking them in the attic. People who passed by claimed to hear evil laughter coming from the Turret Room. For some time, Robert remained in the empty house by himself until a new family purchased the mansion and restored it. The doll was once again moved to the attic. This pleased it as much as the last time. The doll was often found throughout the house. On one certain night, Robert was found at the foot of the owners' bed giggling with a kitchen knife in hand. This was enough to send them fleeing from the home.

Robert was later moved to the East Martello Museum in Key West, where he sits perched in a glass box. Despite his new living quarters, the doll is believed to not have given up his menacing ways. Visitors and employees claim they have seen the doll move. His smile has been known to turn into a scowl. One employee cleaned Robert, turned off all the lights and left for the night.

The next day, he returned to find lights turned on, Robert sitting in a different position than the night before and a fresh layer of dust on his shoes. Some say he'll even curse you. If you want to take a picture of him, you must ask politely. He'll tilt his head in permission. However, if he doesn't and you take the picture anyways, a curse will befall upon you and anyone who accompanied you to the museum. The same will happen if you make fun of him.

To this day, Robert remains at the East Martello Museum in his sailor suit clutching his stuffed lion, continuing his menacing ways.