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I live in a halfway house. Or maybe it's a mental institute. I don't know anymore. The walls are soft enough to sleep on and that's good enough for me. Where I am? I don't know. Could be any city, any country. Maybe Mary down the hall is right; I'm on fucking Jupiter. I got this, this knife thing, a scalpel I'm told. Stupid fucking thing, bad enough that I was entrusted with it, it also was shoved into my damned chest. They're looking for me, they call me by what I call myself in my dreams, that name that tortures me, "Holder of Eternity". Fuck them, my name was George. Eternity, that is what I'm here for. The room smells like piss and bile. My back aches. Every few days a chap walks down that hall right outside. Right out-fucking-side. Just waltzes down the hall. But he stops sometimes. He whispers things. I wonder if he's a fucking loon. I feel comfortable here, in my floor of soft pillows. Clouds. Heaven. Fuck this; eternal Hell. Deep down in the bowels of this blasted basement. Or atleast it was a basement.

Down the hall Mary and Richard the Great scream. They scream all the time. You'd think they're fucking every five minutes. Or raping each other. Or both. Can't let me sleep. I want my sleep. But today is different, see. Today I hear the lock on my door groan and click, before hearing the sound of a pair of high heeled shoes running off down the hallway. Am I free? My chains set, I'm set to stay.

Alas, outside I hear the nervous breathing of a chap. A boy, a girl, I don't care, I can't see. Bad enough that I have to live with these blasted memories. This nightmares that haunt me at night. Mary and Richard stop screaming as he opens the door. Silence engulfs the room and I grin my toothy grin. And y'know what he asks me? In his little (yes, it's a he) boyish voice he asks, "Who created them?"
>> Anonymous
I laugh. I laugh like never before, a cackle reminiscing the very same cackle of that hyena I slaughtered in the desert. Or was it a hooker on Palm Beach? I don't care, I'll tell him something. I'll tell him my dreams, my nightmares. This clean little boy does not know pain, he doesn't know death or wrong or evil. He'll know. He'll know. I'll burrow deep into the well that is his puny little brain and tear his very dreamy world apart. Ha! A virgin brain, ripe for the picking. Oh, how I adore such morsels. But I fail in one vital respect. I tell him of how I obtained this prick, this scalpel in my chest, embedded in such a maniacal way so as to sting me eternally but not kill me, the removal of it, though, would do the trick.

He takes a step towards me. Why'd I tell him all that? Why did I tell him about the scalpel? About ending my agony, my hell?

I look down at the flesh that was only but my casket. I look at him as he holds the object. The third of 538. Will he know what to do with it? It's up to him whether the others are protected or destroyed. I wonder how Mary and Richard are doing.... This whole spirit thing is abso-fucking-lutely fascinating.
>> Anonymous
oh shi--
>> Anonymous
Very nice, I like the Holder series
>> Anonymous
<3
>> Anonymous
did you write this?
>> Anonymous
Yes. I wrote it a long time ago into the /real/ thread we had going on about a month ago, then decided to repost it for the fun of it. I hope you enjoy it.
>> Anonymous
is there more?
>> Anonymous
Wow, fucking epic. I love the holders.

You should do moar
>> Emo Faggot
The holders suck, but if each holders could be redone into something like this, I'd start to like it MUCH more.
>> Anonymous
>that hyena I slaughtered in the desert. Or was it a hooker on Palm Beach?

brilliant
>> Anonymous
I read a creepypasta like this.
Did you write it as a response of some sort?
In the other point of view?
>> LDB !!BKKzzh+r2JE
>>669748
I had thought of doing more, but wasn't sure due to the original response I received (none). But yeah, I'll see about writing more in the future, just want to look up others. I wanted to continue with the other "characters" (Mary and Richard) as other Holders. Meh, only time will tell. I guess I should make up some sort of name. Future namefag here; yay.
>> Anonymous
>>669870
agreed
>> LDB !!BKKzzh+r2JE
>>670134
Nah, I wrote it for /real/ a few weeks back. Others were making Holders for "normal" objects (pens and such), but I wanted to twist it so it was in the point of view of the holder himself. Thank you for the positive reviews. Any suggestions on which holder to do next? Or should I try a reverse SCP (like from the POV of one of the workers having to protect the item)?
>> Anonymous
decent creepypasta
>> Anonymous
bamp