The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

The following report is a transcription of a 9-1-1 call made during the evening of August 22, 2011. It was released to the general public in order to offer any clues to help solve the case of the death of Mrs. Mary Carter and her family, consisting of her husband and two sons, as well as her daughter, Susan Carter, who is currently missing. If you have any leads on the happenings of the Carter family, or the whereabouts of the daughter of the family, please contact the Ohio State Police Department. CALL TRANSCRIPTION #0703321-A32.4 DATE: 08-22-2011 TIME CALL START: 09:37 PM TIME CALL END: 09:52 PM BEGIN CALL OPERATOR: 9-1-1, do you need police, fire department, or ambulance? CALLER: Send the police! Please! Send the police to Hawkes Farm, 2251 Stahlheber Road! Somebody broke into my home…! OPERATOR: Okay, ma’am— CALLER: Somebody broke into my home and killed my family! Please, send the police now! There’s blood! There is blood everywhere! OPERATOR: Ma’am, I’ve notified officers,

It’s my first year of college and I’m trying to fall asleep on my top bunk. My roommate and I, Mike, share a room on the first floor. Mike and I get along great. It’s about 2 AM and he’s been sleeping on his bottom bunk since I got home at 9 PM. I’ve been laying here for hours and I can’t keep my eyes shut. I turn on my side and look out my window. All I can see is a tree dimly lit by the moon. I’m about to turn over and try to close my eyes, but I see a dark figure peeking out from behind the trees. “Mike” I whisper. No answer. The figure steps out from behind the tree. I can see now that it’s a tall skinny man, but I can’t see anything from his face. He starts walking, slowly, towards the window. “Mike!” I whisper a bit louder. No answer. I’m about to peer down and see if Mike is awake and seeing this, but the man starts running towards us. He reaches the window and slams his face and hands on the glass. I look, in horror, at the pale, skinny, bald man smiling and staring at me with

The year was 2014 AD. A lonely man sits in his windowless laboratory, tinkering with his newest project. The man, one Dr. Arthur Garvin, was a software and robotics engineer, working for the Rockwell BioMechanical Logistics Corporation, out of Langley, Virginia. He sat alone in his lab for 11 hours Monday through Friday working tirelessly to provide the company with more technological advancements, to keep his own job. He was a special kind of scientist, working both in the computer program and robotic side of his field, but he was nevertheless anxious about his job. He pulled his hands out of the robot on the table in front of him, wiped his brow, and let out a breath. Assessing the progress of his robot, he was a bit impressed at his own work. Gleaming steel covered the hydraulic systems and wires that served as the functioning components of the limbs. The chestplate was open, exposing an experimental micro-reactor, the size of a football, which would provide the necessary energy fo

  Rake, rake, rake…. The rake pulls neatly, efficiently, through pine needles and leaves, pulling them along in a long, curving wave across the yard. It’s so soothing, raking. He’d happily stay out here all afternoon, half hypnotized by the long, methodical stokes of the rake, creating order in what earlier today had been untidiness. He can’t abide untidiness. He has no close neighbors, which is nice. Nothing worse than a nosy neighbor. Whose business is it, if he wants to stay outside raking all day? Even after all the leaves are gone? Nobody’s business but his own. And the lawn looks lovely when it’s all perfectly raked. Rake, rake, rake… The tines of the rake catch on something more substantial than leaves, and roll it over. A glove. A little one, a child’s striped glove. And close by, a child’s plastic watering can. Now how did those get there?  he frowns, thinking. He has never had children, nor a family…. Has he? Has  he?? Surely not. Children were so messy, leaving their toys e

Back when I was in college, I had a roommate called Tim. We were best friends since high school and had decided to buy an apartment and split the rent. Tim was was like a brother to me, y'know the kind of friend you can have deep physiological conversations with without being embarrassed, and me and Tim had gotten in to a really bad habit of having these conversations really  late at night (I mean like 4:00AM). ‘Why can’t we have these conversations during the day?’ You ask. Well, Tim’s classes started a lot earlier than mine did. He had totally different classes and I had a part-time job at this Chinese food place. It was called Wang Li or something like that. So by the time I had gotten home, Tim was all ready in his bed. So without turning the lights on, I would undress and get in to my bed and by the time I had done this, Tim would have woke up. So then we would start talking, about whatever: we talked about video games, anime, or even random stuff like how our

The sound of the clock ticking keeps me awake most nights. It doesn’t help that I put a scarf over it. It doesn’t help that I took the batteries out months ago. It just keeps ticking. Second after second. I never used to mind the ticking. I never really noticed it. When he lived here, when he shared my bed, the soft sound of him breathing drowned out the other noises in the house. I wouldn’t get startled every time the house settled or a neighbor set their car alarm. I could sleep back then. But it’s been fifteen months and I don’t think I’ve slept a wink. My eyes close and when they open again, feeling as though morning must be right around the corner, only a single minute has passed. Sometimes two minutes, on a good night. I thought about getting a night job. I applied all over town, but no one is hiring. I get rejection emails more frequently than I hear from my kids. I have had one call-back, but once they met me in person, they decided I ‘wasn’t what they were looking for.’ I was

You see, I am a simple college student living alone in an apartment. I was very enthusiastic about the release of Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver here in the states. I have purposely locked myself out of all media and the Internet aside for school purposes. That means no 4chan, no /v/, no Bulbapedia, etc. As I was busy with the school year and being poor at the time, I wasn't able to buy SoulSilver on its launch date. After my school year ended, I ordered SoulSilver on Amazon. However, it would take a week for it to arrive. I decided that during that time, I would replay my Crystal version on my Gameboy Color. However, I realized that long ago, my mom threw it away because I told her the save went dead, and I was very upset about it then. She also threw away my Silver version, so all I have is my Gameboy Color. As such, I set out to Gamestop and bought a used Silver version, as it's the only Pokémon game left that they have for the GBC. Ten dollars – fairly cheap. I went home and

BOOT C:DOS SYSTEM BOOTED It all started on a regular night; the sudden urge to advance beyond human-kind, and to show the world what true advancements are. Jeremy, the most innovative scientist in the world for: the first ever Artificial Intelligence. Everyone cheers him on as he creates more advanced robots that almost seem to have a mind of their own. However, people do go against him and ask if these machines will be dangerous, and whether they are necessary or not. Jeremy says that none of his creations will ever try to do anything "wild". Jeremy couldn't create his AI alone however, and his apprentice was known as Ludwig. Ludwig was never actually 'known' in the sense that no one actually realized he was part of the works. Jeremy didn't see this. As he was too obsessed with his work, and Ludwig had enough when one day, a news crew came in to interview Jeremy. The following are lines from the event. However due to the low processing power, some lines may b

Hi all. XXPhantomFangWolfXx here. I'm posting this on Creepypasta because I'm not sure where else to put it. Well that and the fact that I may actually get some help if I post it here. Maybe even a shared experience or two. Not long ago, I started playing WoW. That stands for World of Warcraft, just in case you didn't know. Now, if you've never played it before, let me tell you, WoW is an AMAZING game. Just amazing. I downloaded the trial, and so I get to play free until I reach level 80. Fun, right? You bet it is. And the game runs pretty much flawlessly on my school-provided MacBook Pro, aside from the occasional glitch. These glitches are typically VERY small, and they don't really affect the gameplay much. They all go away pretty quick. Except for one. There's this glitch that has kept recurring, over and over, since the day I started playing. It's starting to worry me. The glitch, at least I think it's a glitch, is simple, but actually rather distur

There's a new Mayor in Falconreach "Mayor Waen." He looks like your average Mayor, he has his suit and he looks professional. He doesn't seem to be greedy like the last Mayor. But he is, indeed "worst" What many people don't know is what he does in his free time... in the silent night. You see in a specific time in Falconreach when it's nighttime the Mayor puts out all of the possible things that has light. Like Candles and torches. It's pitch black outside. It's so dark that if anyone wanted to kill someone in the middle of Falconreach, they can, they won't be able to be seen, you will just hear the gurgling screams of the victims. The Mayor leaves his office and goes outside in this such time. He takes these night patrols in the pitch black silent night. He walks until he sees a house, he carefully sees through the window to see if anyone is inside, if he doesn't find someone in the house he will move to the next house. Now, if he s

I decided to post this, because I really need to tell someone about what has happened to me. You may have heard of a popular Half Life 2 modification called Garry's Mod, it's pretty much where you can spawn things, edit them, pose stuff, ect. You can download maps to play on, and this one I downloaded a while ago, something really strange happened on it... It was Halloween, and I was really bored...so, I started up Garry's Mod. Recently, I'd been wanting to play on this map, it was like, a school, and I was really bored anyway. So, it started up normally, everything was good, and I decided to go full crazy on bad guys. So, I spawned tons of enemy Combine Soldiers and about 10 zombies, and had some fun. When I spawned again, I heard a couple of strange noises. They mainly consisted of constant bangings, and it was really starting to creep me out. I then realised about the zombies, so I made my way to one of the rooms, where some zombies were. A little bit later, I had ki

My name is Mike. I'm writing this down so others can know what's going on and spread my story when I leave. I don't know if this is safe, or if David can get to this and destroy it, But I have to try. It all started one day this summer when I had finally gotten an Xbox. I went around town checking local garage sales for any Xbox games. I picked up a few good ones, like Halo 3, Guitar Hero II, and other games. I was on my way home from these garage sales to play my new games, when I found a house that caught my eye. I parked by the side of the road, and walked up to the owner of the house. He was a young man, he looked like he was in his late thirties. I asked him if he had any games, and he showed me a table with a whole bunch of old video games on it. I inspected the table. I didn't see very many great or noteworthy games, but I did see a sole Xbox game that got my attention. I picked up the game. It had the green transparent case like all Xbox games, but it wasn't

Once, when I got bored on my computer, I decided to play a game that I haven’t before. I had heard great reviews for Plants vs. Zombies, so I decided to check it out. I searched for a torrent, and I found one that seemed like the kind that I wanted to use… I could only get 1 seed for the torrent, so it took about a whole day to download. The next day, after it finished, I opened it. It was in a folder named “ZPlant.” Rather than being named “PlantsvsZombies.exe” or “PvZ.exe”, the application was called “deadplants.exe.” When I opened it, it seemed normal, except for a few minor differences, such as how the music sounded a bit off key, higher than usual. When I clicked on the button for Adventure Mode, it never showed the animation of the hand rising up from the ground, nor did it play the sound effect that goes with it. The call played at the beginning of the stage was replaced by a scream, which made me jump at first. Other than that it seemed normal. The first level seemed harder tha

I came to acquire a DS version of the Harvest Moon game some time ago, back when my first DS was still functioning. I'd been playing for some time, and had made decent progress in the game. My target girl was Celia at the time, and I was close to the Orange heart, which would mean that I'd have my first opportunity to be able to propose. At this time, I approached the Witch Princess. Occasionally, I'd just pop by and visit random villagers, just to see if anything changed. The usual conversation ensued. However, when I tried to give her a piece of Blue Grass, an item that she "likes", she didn't take on the usual expression or dialogue. Instead, her expression was one of disappointment, and "..." was all that appeared in the dialogue box. I tried talking to her again, but her expression turned to the angry face, still with the "..." in the box. I exited and re-entered the shack and talked to her again. The default face showed, but the dialo

Most of us who know and play the MMO Club Penguin, know of the rumor of tipping the iceberg. Well, I read a forum and one post of a moderator said that on a completely empty server, one can go on and tip the iceberg by themselves on a certain spot. Me, being a self proclaimed Mythbuster, decided to try it out. I went on a server named Iceburg (No pun intended) and headed to, well; The Iceberg. As I joined the iceberg, I saw that there was a player there. I thought this was an empty server, so I was perplexed by this. When I clicked on the player card, It showed the penguins name was Triple Six (I dare not say the numbers, in fear he might come back), with a odd background. The background was a view of hell, showing flames and molten lava. His attire was a devil costume, complete with a trident. I checked the number of players on the server, and the list only had me on it, even after refreshing the list numerous times. I thought this was a sort of bug, as in a player model data from hou

I was a late bloomer, but a few months ago I finally moved out of my parents’ house and started my adult existence proper. Microwaving Bob Evans macaroni and cheese bowls at any hour of the night without the beeps waking anyone up, bringing myself to unabashed climax on the couch while watching “How It’s Made” (the mass production of jelly donuts is erotic and you goddamn well know it), building my Lego forts in peace and quiet, the benefits are nigh indescribable. The only drawback has been losing touch with Allan. Allan invited himself into my life in late 1997, during my first year of high school. Having moved to a new neighborhood, he had no friends, and apparently the quiet, bespectacled teenager sitting by himself in the cafeteria was an attractive target. I was regaled, from day one, with story after story about videogames. Now, I love games as much as anybody can, but his were the kind of “my uncle works at Nintendo” nonsense I’d assumed most of us had grown out of by that poin