Current Events > Anyone want to read my half assed creepy pasta?

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I was hungover and wrote this at like 3am a few weeks ago. I'm sure I'll get mostly negative replies, or all, but meh. If I can entertain at least one person then its cool haha.




It was a simple, pleasant night.

Three nameless people were present, standing tall, in what appeared to be an outside locker room. The time was after-hours. Surely after midnight, perhaps at two or three in the morning.

The lockers were gray, the walls painted a dim gloomy white. Paint appeared to be scratched off the walls, possibly from Students lounging around peeling off the dried white like a dead skin while talking about their daily on-goings.

Should we give them names? One of the people present was an older lady, though not too old. Probably 40. Her hair a dirty blonde, her skin a little tan, wrinkles on her face from stress at her daily job, but one of the types to smile regardless of the kind of day that she was having. An obvious, profound, sadness. Let's call her... Janine.

The other, a gentleman wearing glasses, white skin, short brown or black hair, hairy chest and arms, though he didn't look strong or experienced. More like a college drop out who had reached the age of 35. Wearing a white dress shirt and khaki pants. Adam would be a good name.

The third? The third was from a first person perspective. Maybe it was me, or possibly you? We will call ourselves..."our", just to play with things. The name of the third person was "Our."

Our stood there, looking at the two, almost as if currently writing their descriptions on a website as he looked and took note of all of their details. The conversation was great. Without the words of the conversation being present, it was a conversation having to do with life, the future, uncertainty, and just general chit chat about how fair the weather was. Alcohol was present, but nobody was drinking.

Our, Janine, and Adam were having a good conversation. Everything was relaxed, when all of a sudden Our decided to go back around the wall to the lockers. "Might as well see what's inside them," he thought to himself.

Janine and Adam presumably stayed behind to chit chat. Our was more interested in other things for the time being. All of the lockers in the area were empty, except for one. One of them was full of children's books. Our opened the already partway opened locker. It screeched a bit. Obviously old and rusted. "Schools hardly ever get new things," he thought to himself.

"Hey guys, come check this out!," he called out to Janine and Adam. Janine and Adam walked over and looked at Our to see what the fuss was about.
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"I used to read these as a kid" said Our. He had one of the children's books in his hands. "Look at this." He turned the pages. "This one is Allie the Alligator. I totally forgot about this. I used to read all of his books until I wasn't able to find the last one."

"I remember those books," said Adam who was probably lying. Was he telling the truth? Nobody will ever know. It's not like he's going to get his own story or anything.

"What are they about?" asked Janine, who seemed genuinely interested and curious.

"Well...this one is about Allie the alligator skateboarding. They are all sports based. Probably the last time that I ever considered being into sports," said Our. "The other ones that I read were about him trying out for basketball at his high school, another about being on the rowing team, and one about him being really bad at Tennis."

The conversation went more in-depth and they began to talk about their childhoods. Beautiful, long forgotten memories, despite the age difference between the three. So many memories fluttering through their heads.

Adam was thinking about his memories. His beautiful "escapades" in the internet where he had met so many awesome people back in the day, around the age of ten. Memories that he felt no one would probably understand. "What a shame that none of them talk to me anymore," he thought. He barely discussed any of it because he was too self concious that no one would care, so he only said a few things, which ended up sounding boring.

Janine was thinking about back when she was a gymnast in high school. She was third best and could never quite beat the two top best, two people who were her best friends. They had so many great and fun memories together. She never minded being third best. She figured that she'd be number two or one eventually. "My, how time flies," she said out loud, having somewhat elaborated on the overall relationship between the three. Though Our and Adam were too different to understand. Neither of them were into sports, at least, not for long in Our's case.

A sudden cold breeze passed by, blowing through their clothes and ruffling everyone's hair. Our started to feel like something was really random and weird about this. Not just the fact that there were children's books in a high school locker room, which isn't totally super weird but...weird, but just the overall presence and the feeling of it all, he supposed.

"I guess its that time where its starting to get late. We should probably head out," said Our.

Janine and Adam agreed. It was about that time, They had a somewhat long walk back to their respective homes, so, they could always talk the rest on the way there. There wasn't any need to stay any longer in the abandoned locker room. They had a great night and ,though nothing majorly spectacular happened, they will remember what a great night they had there and what fun was had. A simple, fun night.

They walked away towards the path that would eventually lead all of them home.

Though, somehow, ...

All of them had failed to notice the presence of another.

A former "other."

The presence of a mutilated and festering corpse that had been badly beaten, belongings stuffed in a locker, having rotted with the chilling winds and somewhat preserved...behind the walls where no one had passed through and walked.
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