Hollow’s Burden – Creepypasta

the hollows burden

Estimated Studying Time — 3 minutes

Squatting down, I watched him cease to drink from his canteen. I smile inside my masks, contemporary blood nonetheless dripping onto the plastic, pricking my tongue as I lick my lips. A prepare horn sounded within the distance. I depend the breaths as he continues in direction of the stream. He appears in my path by his sun shades.

Does he see me? I’m wondering, as he quickens his tempo.

I soar from my perch, the leaves rustle, the twigs snap.

He sees me. They at all times look again, I by no means know why, however I do not care. The chase, the homicide… that is… my burden. I did not select that, the selection was made for me.

Sweat runs down my face, burning my eyes and blurring my sight. He falls, growling and screaming as I strategy. I smile.

His leg is damaged.

He claws on the floor helplessly. I stomp my boot on his damaged leg. He screams. I seize his leg and pull him in direction of me. I increase the knife and…

Wait. You might be most likely questioning how I acquired right here.

Don’t worry pricey reader, we are going to come again to this.

I plunge the knife into his chest, up and down, up and down. He gurgles. I swear I hear his coronary heart slowing… however I am mistaken. It is mine. One thing in regards to the killing calms me down.

The windshield wipers oscillate as raindrops hit the windshield. The lights within the car parking zone illuminate the window which irritates my eyes. I squint. It will not take lengthy to go. The music contained in the bar tonight was too terrible for him to go away this place, I do not blame myself. The burden is heavy on my shoulders – that is the character of his energy, I assume.

I by no means needed to go, you possibly can even say I needed to… Perhaps one thing was calling me. It doesn’t matter.

My brother had at all times been the golden youngster. Rising up was an important instance. Chores not accomplished, curfews not revered… I used to be the scapegoat. It by no means actually bothered me, that’s, till SHE got here alongside. She was good in each approach, the epitome of what I needed, even what I wanted. However she wasn’t mine. She needed him. Fascinated with it now, perhaps I may have accomplished issues in a different way. However what’s accomplished is completed and I’ve no regrets. I will carry the burden till it is time to go it on – there’s at all times one other. Whoever succumbs to its grip and leaves this place with greater than it got here with.

Right here it’s.

He walks slowly along with his guitar case in direction of a small sedan.

I quietly open my door and drive across the vehicles within the car parking zone. He slams his trunk after putting the briefcase inside.


He opens the automobile door, turns to get in and…

I throw a sweatshirt over his head, blocking the view of his environment. He turns round, throwing the sweatshirt off his head.

He swings. His fist bangs my masks violently in opposition to my face.


He swings once more, missed. I sort out him to the bottom. I swing. My fist hits his jaw laborious.

No! My knife! The place did I drop it?

He lifts me off him, I fall to the bottom.


I soar to my ft. He’s already working in direction of the bar.

Get the knife.

I frantically search the bottom for my favourite weapon.

There! Right here it’s!

I seize my knife and dash in direction of the bar. I stroll by the door and rush previous offended prospects.

The kitchen.

I slam my shoulder in opposition to the door and open it. I look left, then proper.

Right here it’s.

This wretch is trapped, fumbling with the door.

Oh? What is that this? Locked from the skin?

I smile inside my masks. As I strategy him, I hear the music. This hole orchestra of murmuring souls misplaced within the…


My blade violently strikes his stomach, puncturing his flesh, invading his tissues…

I smile once more.

I step again and sink my blade into his jaw, stopping to look him within the eye.

Good night time.

Coming house is refreshing. One thing within the rain soothes me, I discover some consolation in its regular rhythm. My thoughts begins to wander…

He was by no means purported to die.

A 12 months in the past right now, I introduced my brother, Brandon, right here. I believed I may get his soul again, however issues do not at all times go so nicely, do they? Generally while you make a take care of the satan, the selection will not be yours. They are saying this place is related to the opposite aspect. I consider him.

What can be the choice? That I created this phantasm? No.

The satan is actual and that? It’s his area. I did what needed to be accomplished…

It was purported to be his soul for mine.


This place….

They are saying you possibly can bodily go away, however your soul will likely be trapped…misplaced for eternity in THE HOLLOW

Credit score: Charles Jonathon Truax

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