Hey guys! I'm going to start blogging. My blogs will be different mwahaha!! They'll be of Creepypastas! Yes, you heard that right c: So here it goes! First Creepypasta. Let me know if I should continue doing this or if it's lame (._. ) Also, these are not MY stories They are just some creepy pastas from unknown artists. (I have no idea who the author is)
Elevator 1
A doctor was riding down the elevator to his office on the 4th floor. Next to him was another patient. The elevator soon stopped at the 8th floor and when the doors opened, a young boy stood in front of them.
“Going down?” The young boy asked.
The doctor gave the boy a good look before answering “No this is going up.” He pressed the button to close the doors. The patient beside him asked “Why didn’t you let him ride with us? This car is going down anyway.”
“He was already dead. He was a patient who died a week ago because of leukemia.” The doctor answered.
“How do you know he’s dead?” The patient beside him asked.
“Well he had a blue tag on his left wrist. That means he is dead and marked for the morgue.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” The patient shows the doctor the blue tag on her left wrist.
Elevator 1
A doctor was riding down the elevator to his office on the 4th floor. Next to him was another patient. The elevator soon stopped at the 8th floor and when the doors opened, a young boy stood in front of them.
“Going down?” The young boy asked.
The doctor gave the boy a good look before answering “No this is going up.” He pressed the button to close the doors. The patient beside him asked “Why didn’t you let him ride with us? This car is going down anyway.”
“He was already dead. He was a patient who died a week ago because of leukemia.” The doctor answered.
“How do you know he’s dead?” The patient beside him asked.
“Well he had a blue tag on his left wrist. That means he is dead and marked for the morgue.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” The patient shows the doctor the blue tag on her left wrist.