Steven Long tells this tale of the creepypasta genre about a not-at-all ominous photo of a pair of twins, which is distributed in chain letter fashion, with an unsettling twist and an ultimatum you would prefer not to receive. If you think you can escape the twins now, just remember, you’ve already seen the picture, so they’ve already seen you. Pass it on.
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It’s quite an interesting concept. For those little ‘Pass it on’ messages I mean. Chain letters and people telling you to ‘Post this in five different comments or else you’ll die tonight.’. Interesting indeed, but it lacks originality. It’s the same story with each one. Pass it on or die. People pass it on, they go on living – happy ending for everyone. But what if there was a little twist?
Let’s say that there’s a photo out there. It’s not one of those, ‘Can’t find it anywhere else.’ type of pictures. It’s actually really easy to find. Just use your chosen search engine and type in ‘Black and white photo of twins.’. You should receive a variety of different black and white photos of twins, but let me help and tell you what to look for. You’re looking for the picture of two twin girls. They’re wearing black dresses and white headbands. The twin on the left has a straight face while the one on the right is smiling. Found it? Good. Now, as you can see, there’s nothing particularly unnerving about this photo. It may be a little creepy, but other than that, it looks as normal as any other picture you’ve ever come across.
Now, here’s the twist. If you do pass it on, you die. Now, I know most of you would leave the picture be, but let me elaborate what happens when you don’t pass this picture on to someone else. If you leave it alone after seeing it, you’ll have nightmares. I know, it doesn’t sound as bad compared to the alternative, but trust me. It gets worse.
It will start with something simple. You’ll see the twins, standing side by side in the darkness. The twin on the left will leave, and you’ll be left alone with the smiling twin. And just before you wake up, she’ll whisper ‘Pass it on.’ and her smile widens, ever so slightly. I know, it doesn’t sound like much of a nightmare. The first of many is more subtle. But with each new nightmare, things change. Gradually she gets closer and closer to you, while her smile widens to impossible lengths. You can’t help but feel greatly disturbed and unsafe. You try to wake yourself up, you try to move, but nothing works. You’re trapped. She’ll brings out various instruments. A knife. Chains. Gasoline and matches. Many devices to make you feel uneasy. You panic. You can’t help but think of all of the horrible things this twisted, sadistic child has in store for you. And does she ever have some horrible things in store for you. Let’s take a moment to think about the possibilities. What do you think she’ll do to you? Wrap the chains around your head and pull until your skull splits? Gouge out your eyes? Cut out your tongue? Slice off your ears? Burn you alive, knowing that you can’t move? That and more, my dear. You take the term ‘Unimaginable tortures’ too lightly until you fall asleep. If you think she’ll lash you with chains, she’ll do so after she’s laid them in fire and stuck railroad spikes in your back. If you think she’ll burn you, she’ll tear open your torso, pour gasoline into the wound then light the match.
You’ll wake, screaming. Your body will remember the pain it’s endured while you quiver in fear. Every time you wake up, you notice subtle differences about your body. A bruise here, a scratch there. But, as each nightmare gradually gets worse, so do the marks that have been left behind. The scratches will become fresh, bloody scars before long. If you dreamt that you took a sledge hammer to the knee, you’ll wake up and get out of bed only to have your knees buckle below you as pain surges through your knee caps. All the while, her words still ringing in the back of your mind.
You try to avoid sleeping. But it’s no use. The twins make their way into your reality. They’re always there. At your home. Your job or at school. You would fight back if they weren’t in the faces of your loved ones. You’ll hide yourself away from everybody, in the effort to avoid seeing those demonic children. It won’t help you though. You see them in that millisecond of darkness when you blink. You see them in reflections, your peripheral vision – you see them everywhere. You can’t escape. You can try suicide, but they won’t let you. That shotgun that you’ve got hidden in the closet is useless. It seems to be missing its firing pin. The variety of cold and flu and pain medications won’t help. You just can’t seem to hold them down long enough for them to take effect.
Soon enough, you won’t be able to distinguish your dreams from reality. You’ll awake from one torture only to be greeted with another. You’ve given the twins a new play mate. And do they ever like to play. Well, at least one does. While one ‘plays’ with you, the other will stand there, watching, not heading your cries for help. She’ll stand, chanting the words ‘Pass it on’ over and over again.
There’s no happy ending to be had. If you think otherwise, you’re just as naive as those before you. So, now that you’ve seen the picture and have heard about the rather grim future, what will you do? Leave the picture be and pray that this was just some twisted story? Or pass it on?
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