Voicemail

Mother left for work this morning but it’s getting late and she hasn’t returned. I’m hungry and the neighbors rustle about in their lawns, eyes fixed on a red sky. I tried calling Mom but the cell service and WiFi are out. As it twilights, I hear my phone chiming. 30 messages and 3 voice notes. The last one chills me. It’s mom sobbing and another voice snarling. “I love you son, I’m so sorry.” In the background, a gritty unknown language: “Do not fear… Cleanse the world… His will be done”. Why do I understand this? My ears bleed. H̵̢̫̝̖͆̕ȋ̴̦̋̓s̴͎͌ ̵̜̜̤̾̚ẁ̴̮̭͇̗̻ȉ̸̞͈̗̬̲͒̃̔l̷̬͚̂̀͗̕͠l̶͙̤͐͌͌̾̈́ ̴̡̠́̈́̋͂̚b̶̢͕́̽̽͗͝e̶̜͇͌̄̄̽̈́ ̵͍̬͉̃̅̋̔ḋ̴̤̇̚ō̸̧͍̭̰͂n̶̻̯̹̚e̵͔̋̈̀̄̀

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🍺 mrrobinhood5

Feb 20 · 3 months ago · 👍 tukain · 🤔 1

2 Comments ↓

😎 flipperzero · Feb 20 at 22:12:

is this creepypasta? that art looks cool asf

🍺 mrrobinhood5 [OP] · Feb 20 at 23:35:

it's part of a 100 word short stories set I'm working on . it's on my neocities of my same name for now until I can set up something else.