Hell Theater
5.5

Creepypasta is about a man whose life takes a drastic turn after he transports a mysterious passenger in the middle of the night.

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Author by: Niko Kurri

You were driving in the middle of the night when you saw someone was looking for a ride. You decided to stop. The young man greeted you nervously and asked for a ride to a nearby town. He seemed to be having a severe problem and he looked like he had not slept for days. You try to start a conversation and he politely replies that he does not want to talk at this time. You finally decided to shut up and focus your attention on driving.

When you entered the city, you stopped your car and it came out

“I have no money, but ..” he released a necklace that you did not realize he was wearing, “I number five.”

He handed the necklace to you. The necklace looks old, like it came from the colonial period with a silhouette seen in the middle. You can't see clearly what the silhouette is, because it's partially eroded. You looked up and saw the young man running away from you in a hurry. You start to feel weird and think you shouldn't have given him a ride.

You go on with your life and eventually forget about it.

You may not remember when it all started, but strange things started to happen. You lost your stuff and found it in places you remember never putting it there. You're starting to see a strange girl in a red hood that you've never seen before. He looks at you constantly when you get on the bus in the morning. Fear begins to fill your heart, but you never know why. You found a black stain on top of your kitchen wall. Your friends start to look quieter around you.

One day when you came home, you found the mirror in your house had been cracked. The mirror is still hanging on the wall and can't just break when you're not home. Your house is starting to smell weird, but you can't guess what that smell is. Your mother called and asked if you were okay. You want to tell him about the strange events that have happened to you, but you undo them. You're afraid you're gonna sound like a freak. So you hung up on me without telling me the truth. You stared out the window, and without you knowing it, it was dark, very fast.

Your kitchen is starting to smell less than pleasant and you realize that the black stains on your kitchen are getting bigger. You hear a voice, like a very slow whisper. You ignore it and try to clean up the stain before it expands. You're looking in the phone book, the address of the company that can clean the stain.

The necklace around your neck is starting to itch, the necklace that the mysterious feeder gave you. You take it off and put it on the table. But then you realize that the necklace is suddenly re-circled in your neck. You're starting to think that this is all just your imagination and you're trying to forget it. The long black hairs were swept back into the sinkhole, almost clogging it.

The stain in the kitchen seems to grow and the smell in your kitchen seems to damage all the aroma of the food you cook. But you always forget to call people to clean it up. You can no longer use your kitchen. You start storing food in your bedroom. And every time you go through the kitchen, you hear a very slow whisper.

You decide to get out of the house and take a walk around the neighborhood where you live. Everyone who passes you is acting strange. You feel like you're seeing that red-hooded girl again. Other than those crows, you don't see any other kind of bird. A car almost grazed you and finally hit a tree. You immediately approached him to make sure the driver was okay. But as soon as you looked inside, there was no one there. The car is empty. You then realize, the car is very similar to your car. The model is the same, the color is the same, there's even the same stain on the back seat, a stain you can never clean from inside your car. The crows are now beginning to approach you and their silence seems to mock you as you try to drive them away.

You don't see anybody anymore. It's been weeks since you last answered the phone. The ringing sounds rarer and rarer. Your room's starting to smell bad. The sound of the whisper became clearer. You woke up with strange wounds all over your body. The wounds looked like human bites. You are no longer able to distinguish what is reality and what is fantasy. You never went into the kitchen. The smell is now filling your house. You find black hair everywhere. You don't want to leave your house. Maybe you're used to all this.

You woke up from your sleep because you heard voices. The whispers began to sound like they were saying a word, even a short sentence. They're talking about you. It's a very dark day. You dare not open your eyes. You can still smell the stench in your room. There was a sound like heavy furniture being dragged on the floor. You just lay there, eyes closed tight. Hour passed. Two hours. Three hours. Nothing's going on.

You can't think clearly anymore because of lack of sleep. But you finally got the idea. Yep. Sure was! You start to get up, put on your shoes, and drive around town. You walk beside the highway. You were about to hitchhike. A car stopped, but the driver seemed uncomfortable to see you. But for reasons he himself doesn't know, he's finally letting you ride. He asked your name. When the car started to run, you tried to hold your laugh and replied.

“I number six.”