CreepyPasta Stories

Story 67: Straving Dogs

Note: This is a prequel to Psychologist
The following diary entry was recovered from an abandoned house, after forensics were sent in to collect evidence for a murder-suicide investigation.

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Sunday:
If there is one thing that I have grown to greatly appreciate over the last few months, it's my wife's irrational thought that all psychologists keep their work life absolutely alienated away from their private life. Emily never was one to question my motives and methods, and when it came to matters that I felt uncomfortable about her snooping around in, keeping her distance from unknown territory was a coded command you could always rely on her to be obedient about. Much to my pleasure, rather than hers. Regarding this, I could tell that Emily's unanswered, curious mind had always wondered what occurred within the small block of these four office walls. After all, I can't really blame her. Every speckle of dust, every faded and recent coffee ring, every slam of the cabinet drawers and every rattle of organising stacks of paper into a neat, non-overflowing bundle against the desk had its own story. Didn't it? After all, you can't really pin this on the cat, he was only responding to his natural territorial instinct.

Probably the last thing I felt when I got the call this morning was surprise. I can still clearly visualise the anxiety elapsing Mr. Krakowski's face the moment he received the call from his doctor's office nearly four years ago and the only thing that honestly surprised me was how he hadn't bitten the dust any time sooner. I would sooner pop myself than to know I would have to live four malcontent years with the diagnostics of lung cancer. On the contrary though, strong-willed Chuckie eased through the enfeebling cancer whirlwind and simply continued to go about his everyday responsibilities with an odd kind of masked effortlessness, despite the fact that it shredded him from the inside out like the arduous, bone-shattering burden that he tried so resiliently to disguise. He was an excellent employer and a level-headed boss. Well, by ''our'' terms he was anyway.

Had this expected death come one week earlier it would have crafted the perfect alibi for me. I genuinely hope that Emily and the kids enjoy Florence for the few days and I only regret that I can't warn them to not take the Italian experience for granted without arousing suspicion from my already bugging wife. "There are still plenty of flights you can book now." "We have the money to pay for another seat." "The kids and I both want you here." These were among some of the several nags that were aimed at me during the last few weeks and as much as I would love to be with my family, "Fýsi" have instructed and honoured me to carry out their latest ideology, in what is expected to be their most "controversial" yet "ground-breaking" experiment to date. Isolation, survival, poverty, imprisonment, dehumanization. They all link in to what is expected to flourish into this ruthless Starving Dogs experiment. Despondency will be key.

Monday:
"What would the Homo sapiens species be like today if the virtue of humanity had never existed, or developed, if at all, later than expected?"

This invigorating thought has frequently labelled my mind since I was about 16 years of age and it was all that I could preciously be concerned about as I smiled, waved, and gave false words of reassurance to my credulous family as they exited the house for their flight and final time at 5 o'clock this morning. I thought about how this holiday has no meaning to human survival, no benefit to our nature and simply serves to satisfy the recreational need of the human mind developed by humanity. When you put a lot of thought into it within a short space of time, it's actually scary to think of the amount of services "humanity" partakes in, not just these days but in the past also, for the sake of the virtue itself.

A prime example of this I believe is Religion. I have always seen Religion as a value that is never entirely "accomplished" or "satisfied". It seems to me that no beliefs can have too many members, or even too many "missions" to serve, of whoever or whatever their followers are serving. Or even those who guide their followers for either good intentions or power over people; whatever the reason. The result? Either you grow into the world's largest religion of over 2 billion, both active and inactive members, or all of your members are either killed or arrested at harrowing scenes in Waco, Texas. People who strictly follow these organised faiths are really only doing so for one reason: Self-fulfillment. To one day go to Heaven, Jannat, to be reincarnated, etc. The more I think about it, I can truthfully say that I cannot think of any other logical benefit of their systems other than to fulfill one's humanity virtue. Going to church every Sunday for an hour. Fasting during the day for, what is it, 2 weeks? A month maybe? I can't remember the exact guidelines of Ramadan. Irrelevant anyway, because commitments vary in extremity, but I believe the principle behind it is all still relatively akin.