Whipcream Terrorz: Difference between revisions

After about ten minutes of nothing I finally got a reply. It reads: "I'm sorry for responding so late, I just watched a really disturbing video.”" A disturbing video? That will certainly pass some time.

"Show me?”" I ask.

"Sure, but when you have nightmares don't you say I didn't warn you.”" she says as she posts a link to an unfamiliar video sharing website. My eyes shift back and forth across the web page, looking through thumbnails of various individuals profiles. The eyes of the people in the photos seem to be staring right at me, although I know they're just looking at a camera it still makes me nervous. I sense something evil about the site.

I laugh at myself. I'm seriously spooked and this creepy old shop is to blame. Finally, I decide to watch the video Andrea had watched. I swallow hard, not really sure what I'm about to witness. The video starts out in a living room, at a table there are five children trying to construct a giant pizza when suddenly the two blonde girls burst into a slow demonic song. The background music has an eerie beat that sends chills down my spine. I let out a nervous laugh, having not yet determined if I was more frightened or entertained by the music video. All of the kids have their own line in this song, and their faces are blank with programmed expressions. At about a minute and a half into the song the music slowed and played real low, and the kids stopped dancing and stared as the boy gripped a bottle of whipped-cream and opened his mouth wide revealing lots of sharp little teeth fit for a carnivorous fish. His eyes burned hot red and a scar shaped like an upside-down cross faded into view on his forehead. He grinned a razor-sharp smile and his became voice a low, dark growl. In a demonic tone that had my heart beat racing he cried "Whipped-cream pouring like waterfalls!”" He squeezed the bottle in a white-knuckle grip until it exploded, sending it's contents all over the table. Then he shifted back into a normal boy and the upbeat tempo picked up again.

"Holy crap, Drea. Where the hell did you find that?”" My heart is pounding in my ears and I'm tapping my pencil faster now. The image of the boy creature is burned in my brain. Whipped-cream pouring like waterfalls. I shiver and glance at the skype icon on my task bar. No notifications, she hasn't replied. Come on, Andrea. You can't show me something like that and then disappear. A message tells me the internet connection has been lost.

"That's strange.”" I think aloud. The internet is usually very reliable here. I pull out my cellphone to text her and let her know what happened to me only to find out that I have no service. Fantastic. The fluorescent lights begin to flicker at the end of the shop in the very back aisle. I look up just as they burn out and swallow the row in a thick, ominous darkness. A trail of goosebumps marches up my arms. I know I'm the only one working tonight and no one ever comes in this late, but I feel as though someone is here with me.

"Hello?”" I ask, not sure if I really want an answer. The second-to-last aisle light's begin to flicker and fade to dark. I glance around nervously, looking for any signs of movement. Part of me feels like I'm only being paranoid because I'm creeped out about the video. Part of me is getting more scared by the moment.

"Is anyone there?”" I gulp nervously and sweep the room with my eyes. No sign of movement. After a few minutes of quiet I exhale slowly. I'm going crazy, I know it. I head over to the router on the other side of the room and reset the internet with hopes that I can contact Andrea again. Talking to someone would really help calm my nerves. After a few moments I plug the power to the router back in and head over to the checkout again but I stop in my tracks when I notice the third-to last aisle had burned out. Part of the room was cast in dark shadows and it seemed to suck the life out of the place. I shake it off and head to the computer but much to my dismay, the internet still would not work. Bzzt. I glance up at the sound, the middle aisle burns out. The darkness is creeping up on me. It's only a few feet away from me now.

"Hello Pam.”" I smile grimly as she waves and continues to work on her computer. I knock on my counselor's door and walk in.

"Hello, it's nice to see you.”" I smile at the familiar face. She has helped me through all of this and is a big part of the reason I'm ready to leave.

"I understand you're thinking about discontinuing these visits.”" She states with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"Oh, yes. I just feel that this move is necessary for my mental health”health" I feel bad but it's true.

"I quite agree. However, we shared such a powerful experience together that night. Why would I ever let you go?”" She grins at me and pulls at her ear. To my horror, she rips her face right off and underneath lay the monster from all those years ago.

"No!”" I scream.

"Yes! WHIPPED-CREAM POURING LIKE WATERFALLS!”" it laughs and bashes the reddi-whip into my skull, completely shattering it. I slump to the floor and as I lay dying I swear I saw whipped-cream pouring from the creature's eyes.