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on: 04:13 AM, 04/ 2/16
As a celebration of four years of writing creepypasta, I decided to repost the first thing I wrote on tortellini. Feel free to tear this shit apart.


One evening I was going home after visiting a friend of mine. He lived on the edge of my town and the bus I needed would stop near his house once an hour. So, then I was approaching the bus station and saw a bus standing there, I ran like crazy not paying attention to its number.

As I was not sober enough, it took some time before I understood that I took a wrong bus. It was too late; the bus took me in some unknown to me direction. Then I realized this I went out and crossed the street in hope to wait for another bus that would take me back.

It was already dark. I was waiting for the bus for a long time but then an hour passed and there was no hint on any vehicle on this road. I decided to go find some people who would help to find some other mean to get home.

After some walking, I saw that I got in some deep countryside. There were no homes around; there was nothing expect a completely unbearable forest. At last I found a railroad and decided to find some train station.

I didn’t find a train station but soon I saw a cabin on the edge of the forest. I came closer and knocked at the door. An old man opened the door. I told him that had happened to me and asked how can I get home.

“The next bus will come only in the morning”, told the old man. “You don’t need to wait the whole night outside. Come in”.

I hesitated. “Come in”, repeated the old man. “You have to go inside”.

I entered the cabin. It looked really old inside. The furniture looked like it was made no less than a century ago. Some trophies, such as a deer’s head hung on the wall. There was also a TV-set, one of those who had been showing news about the Caribbean crisis.

However, there were some interesting things in the cabin, such as a computer disc lying on a table. POKEMON was written on it. I wondered if the old man played video games. He answered: “No, it’s my grandson’s. He played”.

As I was hungry, he gave me to eat. I ate fried potatoes and some meat what tasted like a chicken. I wanted to switch on the TV, but the old man said I shouldn’t do that. He didn’t explain me why.

The old man told me about his life. As I found out, he had been working as a medic during the Second World War. Later, he had lived in Russia there he had been taking part in some experiment with sleep. After that he had come as a missionary to some South American country ravaged by something called Muerta Blanca. In the seventies, the old man worked as a puppeteer for some kids show. He told me its name but it didn’t tell me much. He kept an old puppet from that show – a skeleton in a top hat.

Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. The man grabbed me roughly and dragged to a small room. He closed the door and told me to be quietly. Somehow, I did as he told.

Three younger men came in. They sat at the table and started eat. They talked and laughed so loudly I couldn’t understand a word. I sat quietly all this time. Not that there was any reason to be afraid of those men but I still had some feeling of a menace. Anyway, I would do anything to avoid them learning about my presence.

Then it got quiet. The old man opened the door and told me that I could go out. I went to the kitchen and saw the three men sleeping. They have eaten all the meat leaving only bones on their plates.

I got closer and took a better look on the bones. I’ve never felt so sick before. Without any thought, I ran out of the cabin and ran like hell.

After that I couldn’t make myself eat a slightest piece of meat for no less than a month.
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on: 09:19 PM, 05/11/16
Was it a random person? or the mans grandson? and...great story!!
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on: 03:34 PM, 05/12/16
Just a random Joe Schmoe who walked in the cabin the same day.
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on: 10:48 AM, 05/13/16
Why did you enter this into the crappypasta category? I don't find it really that bad! XD
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on: 12:29 PM, 05/13/16
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on: 12:18 PM, 05/15/16
Because of the comments here: http://terrortortellini.freeforums.org/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=858
Man, uh, that forum is old and I think it tried to give me malware...

I think the story is fine, a fair parody, not something I'd put up front in my portfolio though.
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