Locked.

      The pub on that road with dirty people and cheap beer makes you get in it and get stuck. My advice is: do not enter poor pubs. Don’t you see on those creepy American movies that people get lost on poor pubs and get killed? My story is just a advice of something you don’t notice, you drive on that road always but you don’t see. Read this creepypasta and be warned about that pub.

     When we got in that pub it was playing the silence with the noise of flies, the dirty hands of people who seem to always be with the bad in their souls, worst than the sick people on the psychiatric hospital. We asked for a beer and cheese. The guy behind us came and started laughing with his dirty eyes, he put the hand on the shoulder of my friend who asked:

– What’s the problem?

– Did you already read the tale where the man cut pieces by pieces of a mouse with he still lives? – smiled and continued – You should read it, it so funny how I could do with all people here the same – He said.

-Sit down – my friend said and suddenly some men came and took him with that scary smile.

          Headache, dizziness, the witch on my ear… I started to feel all that and I fell down. I think it was because of the beer.

       A black room with a woman with a needle. The bad inside of them. Think for one moment on my story and tell me: do you use to cry a lot while thinking? People on that cheap dirty pub cut you while you are still alive, they torture you. They make you see ghosts and scream all days.

       Locked on a room, all white and my eyes couldn’t blick. I lost all my control, control, control, one window… all the ghosts out there. They are torturing me all days. Did you see the ship who take people to the ocean? But the pub, the pub, the pub on road it stills there. The clock tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.  I am with head down.

         This is the story: your friend takes you to the pub on road and you get locked. No, your friend takes you to the hospital and they discover you are sick. No, the true story is: the friend is a doctor and takes you to the hospital of people who don’t have control of their lives. No, the story is that you have to know, when you stop at a pub on the road you can run, but they catch you and takes you to a hospital to torture you.

      If I am still locked, how can I write it a creepy story? Well, where are you reading? Stop, thinking, thinking, don’t you see you can kill. But? You read to feel afraid, look at our back, look, look, the woman with a needle. Is just you in your room reading this? The noise on your window. Can the toy in your wardrobe walk?
       When you think too much you end in that room, locked, you are sick and you don’t realize. Stop asking how a sick person in a psychiatric place can write on the internet. Stop. But it’s a warning to don’t get in that pub because they lock you and they take you to the little church to pray after taking your medicines. The beer was cheap and cheese was even good, but after they took you away to their white place. But the girl on your dreams still wears black.

       That pub. Yeah, the pub on the road. Sometimes they have songs playing at night to make all the subhumans dance. Are you sure you are alone? Are you sure you closed the window? Think, think, think. Do you get crazy when you think? Is this creepypasta about the urban legends or about something else? It’s about a hospital. No, it’s about a pub on that road that still today takes people away, forget the hospital, and the friend who is a doctor, forget the medicines. Focus on the beers, cheese, and dirty people. No, you aren’t locked and people in that place are happy. No, they aren’t crying or laughing, they are having fun. No, they aren’t sick, they just normal. Are you sure everything is fine? What happens there doesn’t stop. There, where? There.