Creepypasta: That Buzzing

    As soon as you began this, you could hear that buzzing sound at the back of your skull. I’m sorry, but it’s now too late for you to do anything than continue.

    The buzzing sound is high pitched, and frequently pulsing. You can feel it in every part of your head. Your heartbeat leaps with every pulse, spurring your body’s responses. You begin to manually breathe in and out, to try and control your pulse. But you know that buzzing sound won’t let that happen. It’s penetrative noise worms it’s way through your defenses, and sinks deeper into your conscious being.

    It’s only a matter of time, now.

    You try to focus on something, anything, to ignore that buzzing sound. Your family, your friends, your loved ones, your pets, your work, or your hobby. You close your eyes, and try to drift into your thoughts and your experiences. You float in your head, dreaming of instances that have come and gone, and can only be relived inside of you. You know you’re safe in there, and the buzzing begins to recede.

    I told you it was too late to do anything than continue, didn’t I?

    A pulse bursts through your skull and your memory changes. What once was a happy time in the park with your parents, is you all alone, abandoned by the unloving people that gave birth to you. What once was a happy time commemorating your 10th birthday, is now you all alone, your parents abandoning you, and all others your age shunning you. A happy relationship with your significant other? A horrible death at your hands, splattered with blood and gore, and a deeply sad, pitiable look in their fading eyes as they look to you for a reason why. Your pets? Your next meal, as you devour their still living flesh, flailing and weakly attempting to flee. Your work? A collection of failure and broken dreams, a reminder to all around you of what you could have been, had you not suffered such a callous fate.

    Your hobby? Well, that’s the only thing you really have left. But it’s not the one you originally had that brought you pleasure.

    You open your eyes, and look for a window. At any given time, you can usually find one person on the street somewhere. In houses, in cars, in walkways, and in their own heads. So many delightfully ignorant people. So many willing puppets. So many inconspicuous brothers and sisters to thank, by freeing them from this hell of flesh and life. To see them offer themselves up to the grand purpose of our species. To propagate through the mutual destruction of others. The other beasts around us that call themselves “human”.

    They can hear the buzzing, too. Just like you could, before you were made to listen to the buzzing in the back of the heads of every human being on this Earth. Soon, they too shall hear that buzzing sound in the back of their heads, and realize how they are truly meant to be. And when enough of our brothers and sisters finally wake up? That’s when we can finally make some REAL noise…