{"id":208,"date":"2018-05-10T09:32:22","date_gmt":"2018-05-10T09:32:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.horrorpalace.com\/creepypasta\/?p=208"},"modified":"2018-05-10T09:32:22","modified_gmt":"2018-05-10T09:32:22","slug":"i-m-rainekorre","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.horrorpalace.com\/creepypasta\/i-m-rainekorre\/","title":{"rendered":"I.M. Rainekorre"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. M. Rainekorre<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> It\u2019s been years upon years since this tale has been told. But now, it\u2019s back, from me to you. Today is the day. Halloween. Ninety years ago today, we were found. There were hundreds of us, seemingly with only one thing in common. Our unusual lack of teeth\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

    This tale takes place but a day before Halloween. October 30th, to be exact. It was a nice, but chilly fall evening. My girlfriend and I were walking through a forest, just enjoying each other\u2019s company. That was when we heard it. <\/span>*CRASH*<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWh- What was that?\u201d she asks, always the one to be scared. To be fair, we hadn\u2019t seen or heard another living being all day.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cProbably just a tree falling down or something,\u201d I say, even though I doubt myself a bit.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWe should head back\u2026 I\u2019m scared.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cNo, it\u2019s not even dark yet! We\u2019ll be fine,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cOkay\u2026\u201d she\u2019s still terrified. <\/span>*WHOOSH*<\/span><\/i> Another sound, this time louder, closer. A streak of black tore through the woods, somehow leaving no sign of its passing. \u201cDid you see that?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cYes\u2026\u201d alright, I\u2019m worried now. Even if it were only a bear, any bear that could move that quickly, with more calculated precision than any surgeon, would be something to be scared of. \u201cMaybe we should turn back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    Just as I said that, darkness started coursing to a spot near us, from the trees. Slowly, ever so slowly, it takes shape. I am too paralyzed to do anything.<\/span><\/p>\n

    When I was just a boy, my father had told me a story about a creature from the woods. He called it, \u2018The Legend of the Rainekorre.\u2019 According to the story, you should never venture too far out into the woods without a large group, or the Rainekorre might just appear. When he appears, you can never tell what he might do. According to my father, he would steal you away, and torture you, removing body part by body part, in exchange for things, slowly in his lair. According to my mother, he\u2019d slit your throat with his long, black, shadowy claws right on the spot. As I\u2019d gotten older, I\u2019d started to dismiss the story as a ploy by my parents to get me to stay near the house. Now, I wasn\u2019t so sure.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cIt\u2019s here!\u201d I exclaim in terror, \u201cThe Rainekorre is here!\u201d I\u2019m still unable to move. My girlfriend\u2019s jaw is open, seemingly in horror of what may be about to befall us. The Rainekorre\u2019s eyes materialize, which snaps her out of it. She grabs my arm, and tries to run with me. We sprint farther into the woods, not once daring to glance backward. There\u2019s a stone wall up ahead. We jump it, and decide to hide in a little crevice in the bottom, barely big enough for the two of us. Everything is silent, other than our breathing, which we\u2019re attempting to mute in our sleeves. It\u2019s odd, complete silence in a forest populated by animals\u2026 At least, when the Rainekorre isn\u2019t here it\u2019s populated.<\/span><\/p>\n

    The only clue as to how close the creature is is a deep, guttural groan every now and then. Its \u201cfootsteps\u201d were totally silent. <\/span>*ROUUGGGHH*<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

    \u201cIt\u2019s near,\u201d I whisper to my girlfriend, as if she didn\u2019t already know. She doesn\u2019t reply. I look next to me, on the outer edge of the crevice and I find her gone, in her place is a single finger. No longer able to contain my pure terror, I let out a scream that pierces through the cold night air. Despite having probably alerted the monster, I cover my head and don\u2019t dare to peek out and check. Do I? I have to see. I peep my head out of the crack, and see the Rainekorre, a few meters to my left, and I stick my head back in, quickly. I don\u2019t think it noticed me. As the ethereal monstrosity approached, my heart rate increased by more beats per minute than could be safe. Slowly but surely, it kept coming. Now it was close enough so that I could hear it breathing. <\/span>*hughhh ughhhh*<\/span><\/i> It was scratchier than a scarecrow with a hoarse throat. It\u2019s passing by, and it\u2019s much taller than I originally thought. At least ten feet tall, and even that\u2019s probably a gross under-exaggeration. I can\u2019t see it now. I think it\u2019s gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

    I wait about fifteen minutes, and I decide that I do dare to peek. I can\u2019t see it. It\u2019s gone. Slowly, carefully, I exit the crevice. With my back against the stone wall, I survey the landscape nearby. Very dense woods, fallen down trees everywhere. I glance behind me, and I realize there\u2019s no way back through that tangled mess. I would have to go farther into the woods. I look ahead of me, and I \u00a0see it. The Rainekorre. Right in front of me, not two yards away. Quick as lightning, it envelops me. Everything goes black, no, not black, blacker than black. This is the kind of black that makes you wonder if you\u2019re dead. Am I dead? Probably. If not now, then soon.<\/span><\/p>\n

    After what feels like an eternity of darkness, I\u2019m suddenly aware. I\u2019m in a small room, with my arms tied with rope, to a corner. There\u2019s a door to my left, made of metal. Locked, judging by the heavy duty padlock on it. In the very center of the room, there\u2019s a lighter, standing upright. To my right, there\u2019s a long metal pole with a hook on the end.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cHelloooooo\u2026\u201d A voice coming from all around me, not audibly, but mentally, interrupts my observations. It\u2019s as loud as the sea during a monsoon, with a harsh, raspy feeling to it.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWh- Who are you?\u201d I ask, fear evident in my tone.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cYou well know who I ammm\u2026 I\u2019m the creature of your nightmares. You\u2019ve dreamed about me since you were young. I am\u2026-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cThe Rainekorre.\u201d I interrupt him, with no doubt of what his next words would be. Still in shock, I look around the room, as if for an easy way out, although I know there is none.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cCorreeeect, humannnnn. You may think I\u2019ll just kill you, but you can have \u00a0a chance. These are the rules of the game; You will have but ONE HOUR to complete the task. If you fail, I will take something, from both you and your girlfriend. If you succeed, I will spare you and return her to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cShe\u2019s alive?!\u201d Perhaps a spark of hope still lives, although I believe that if the Rainekorre has anything to do with it, that will change. He\u2019ll stretch that spark long and wide, as if it were taffy, leading me on, slowly stealing my life away.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cNot for long, unless you succeeeeeeedd. Your first task begins soon, very soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWhat do I have to do?\u201d I ask, assuming the worst.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cSever the rope.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d I ask. This task feels impossibly easy. Just use the hook to get the lighter to burn the rope.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cThissss task may seem easy now, mortal, but it\u2019s not as simple as you may first believe. Good luck, your time begins nowwwww,\u201d A timer set for one hour appears on the other side of the room in the wall. I\u2019m too focused on the task at hand to consider what kind of supernatural ability the creature must possess to be able to do that.<\/span><\/p>\n

    To begin, I may as well try the easy method. I reach for the hook. I\u2019m just a hair\u2019s breadth away from reaching it. I keep striving, and I\u2019m so close that I can touch it with the tip of my finger, but unluckily for me, I couldn\u2019t get a grip. I try straining myself more, but I just end up pulling a muscle in my lower back, making movement in general painful. Cursing, I returned to sitting with my back against the wall. As I sit, something sharp strikes me in the thigh. I look down, and there\u2019s a hypodermic dart sticking out of my leg. Already falling asleep, only two thoughts kept spiraling through my head. Will she die? Will I die? Willl weeee dieeee-…<\/span><\/p>\n

    I awaken. Fifteen seconds on the timer. Terrified, I rush myself and go back to the hook, dart still stuck in my leg. I reach, and despite the excruciating pain to my back, I nearly reach it. Ten seconds left. An idea quickly forms in my head, and I put it into execution immediately. I pull the dart out of my leg, and use it to pull the hook to me. Six seconds. I reach out to the lighter, pull, and nothing happens. The lighter\u2019s stuck to the ground. I can\u2019t get it. Two seconds left. Do I have time to-…. the lights shut off.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cTime\u2019s up. You bore me. And now, you owe me. Something will happen. You\u2019ll see. Just go to bed, my little play thing.\u201d That\u2019s all I am to this creature, this abomination of heaven and hell. A play thing. It does what it wants to me, and I just accept it. I have to. There\u2019s no way I sleep after this. Sitting in darkness, leg still tied, I wonder what would happen if I try to saw my way out now.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cI wouldn\u2019t do it,\u201d the Rainekorre \u2018speaks\u2019 to me again, reading my mind. Terrified, I consider my possibilities. If escape isn\u2019t a current option, then what?<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cSleep, you\u2019ll need it for the next game. Do you need help to sleep? I think \u00a0you doooooo\u2026\u201d Another dart punctures my leg, and this time, sleep is instantaneous. I don\u2019t dream, which surprises me, as I\u2019ve had the same dream every night since I was a young boy. It begins simply, with me laying in an unknown bed, a window at my feet. The moon is as full as a glass of milk, casting light throughout the room. After a few moments of stillness, a shadow darts across the room. Paralyzed by fear, all I can do is sit and watch. The shadow crosses my bed a few more times before disappearing, seemingly gone. Soon, it darts past once more, but swerves and takes a turn to be next to me. Time passes, as the shadow waits patiently by the side of my bed. Not daring to move a muscle, I lay in complete silence. Slowly, the shadow begins to exit the room. I have never considered moving, as I somehow know that it means that the monster will kill me. The dream usually ends abruptly.<\/span><\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

    However, tonight is dreamless. When I wake up, I\u2019m not in the small room anymore. Not the Rainkorre\u2019s small room, that is. Looking around me, this new room is entirely devoid of color and objects. Padded walls lock me in, so tight and featureless that they feel like they\u2019re closing in around me. Maybe they are. I reach my arm out, as if to stop them, but I can\u2019t. Looking down at myself, my arms are tied to my shirt, as if I\u2019m supposed to be hugging myself. Speaking of my shirt, it\u2019s new, and white like the rest of the room. <\/span>*HEHH HEHH HEGGHHH*<\/span><\/i> A familiar, raspy laugh fills my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cDon\u2019t look at me humannn\u2026 You know what happennsss when you doooo\u2026\u201d It warns me, to no avail. Behind me, I see it. That familiar shadow creature\u2019s face on the wall, smiling, without teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWithout teeth? Not for long\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cWh-What?\u201d I ask, aghast. One by one, my teeth begin to be yanked out by an unseen force. Crying out in pain, I crumple to the ground, unable to get up as a stream of teeth cascade out of my face. Looking back up to the monster, my teeth begin to fly up to him, filling in his lunatic grin ONE\u2026 BY\u2026 ONE…<\/span><\/p>\n

    The following is an excerpt from an obituary published on October 31st, 1926<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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    1. M. Rainekorre<\/span><\/i><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      Age 23<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

      Died of unknown causes after being hospitalized to a mental facility. His corpse was suspected to have been raided by vandals;, as his teeth had been violently wrenched from his mouth and embedded in the wall.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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