Creepypasta: Hate
Aug. 31st, 2011 05:45 pmHave you ever really hated someone? Not just a moment's anger, but true, unfeeling, uncaring hate?
Have you ever thought to yourself about how much you would love to destroy that person, to not just kill them but to eradicate them, to undo their very existence and erase them from the pages of history?
There's a way to do it.
Sit in a hardbacked chair, in a room with no windows. Focus on that person's name. Say it three times, and then think it, hard. Think only that name for an hour, and then get up and leave the room.
Do this every day for a year. Doesn't have to be the same time, but it must be between sunup and sundown each day for 366 days.
Over the course of the year, as you focus on your hate, the person you hate will begin to feel odd effects. They'll get nosebleeds, earaches, headaches, eyestrain... all minor, at first.
But then their heads will pound, their hearing fade, their sight dim, the blood drip from their nostrils without cease...
And on the last day? Nobody's sure.
You see, I tried it. It works.
But the person I hated was myself.
Have you ever thought to yourself about how much you would love to destroy that person, to not just kill them but to eradicate them, to undo their very existence and erase them from the pages of history?
There's a way to do it.
Sit in a hardbacked chair, in a room with no windows. Focus on that person's name. Say it three times, and then think it, hard. Think only that name for an hour, and then get up and leave the room.
Do this every day for a year. Doesn't have to be the same time, but it must be between sunup and sundown each day for 366 days.
Over the course of the year, as you focus on your hate, the person you hate will begin to feel odd effects. They'll get nosebleeds, earaches, headaches, eyestrain... all minor, at first.
But then their heads will pound, their hearing fade, their sight dim, the blood drip from their nostrils without cease...
And on the last day? Nobody's sure.
You see, I tried it. It works.
But the person I hated was myself.