Creepy - Day 6 - Clever

Episode Date: October 6, 2019

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Written by Provider 92. It was dark. Dreary. The rain clouds had moved on, but water still dripped from the rooftops and skyscrapers. They fell. fell and fell, hypnotizing, dangerous in the city where it's already so easy to be caught off guard. The hooded man approached me in the middle of the night as I was walking home from a business

meeting that ran light. He said the words that tear at the soul, a question with infinite answers but always a constant result. I will grant you one wish to myself. Crazy person or not, I knew how these stories always went. Make a wish. Granted in a horrifying way, wish or dies. Simple as that.

I'd read the monkey's paw. I'd seen Wishmaster. I wouldn't be so carelessly stupid. I thought myself clever when I made my wish. So innocuous that any plan it would be downright foolish. I wish for one dollar. had it been a crazy person. Even he could have granted this wish.

But it was no crazy person. I watched as a hooded man raised his hands, cupping them around the air, and slowly pulled a single dollar into reality as though out of a black hole. It gingerly floated down into my cupped hands. I looked at the bill incredulous. And when I looked up, The man was gone.

At home, I could do nothing but stare at the bill, unsure if I'd truly seen what I thought I had. How could he have done it? Was he really a genie of some sort? Was this bill even real, or am I just dreaming? I was sure I wasn't. But these weren't the questions that bothered me the most. The thought that racked my brain endlessly was

Did I just waste a legitimate supernatural wish on a single dollar? I'd figured if the man was the genie I'd been brought up by horror stories to believe in, that he would have created some sort of hell for me in this wish. I figured the dollar would create minimal suffering at best, but I hadn't honestly expected the wish to come true anyway. I thought I was just humoring a crazy man. But nothing had happened. The supernatural being granted me my wish and went off.

I could have had anything. Anything. I could have wished for billions instead of a single dollar. I could have wished for power. Be superhuman. I could have wished for world fucking peace. But I had a dollar. One dollar.

I didn't sleep that night. Hell. I didn't sleep for the next week. How could I? Every missed opportunity, embarrassing moment in my past, anything I wanted to change just zipped through my mind. Every little annoyance echo endlessly in my head. The woman in the cubicle next to me who kept smacking her gum. I could have wished her mouth shut.

The guy who kept bringing his work problems to me because he couldn't do them but still got paid more. I could have wished him to be fired. My boss who did absolutely nothing but shit on me day in and day out, I could have wished him dead and had myself put in his place. Saturday I went into work. The only person who works Saturdays is my boss. Dumb shit. He never really worked. He went into bang his secretary in empty offices while his wife at home with her two kids believed he was at work making them a better life.

She would have thanked me. The stapler on my desk would do the trick. I caught the secretary coming out of my boss's office. The back end of the stapler gashed right into her temple. She was out cold. My boss, still buttoning his pants up, tried the old trick of yelling at me and telling me I was fired to get me to stop advancing. But I could see the fear in his eyes.

He couldn't even work his zipper right. I pushed him onto the desk, grabbing the fountain pen off his desk and stabbing. grabbed him in both of his eyes. This time, not so quick as a bash to the head. As he writhed on the desk, I took my rightful seat at his desk. This is what my wish should have been, I thought. This was the happiest I'd been all week. It could have been the happiest I'd ever been as far as I could remember.

Someone must have heard the screaming on one of the lower floors. We were at the top of 16 stories. Maybe it was someone else's boss, screwing his secretary too, who heard us. Someone who didn't have the guts to murder for a better job. Whoever it was, I knew they heard us because I could hear the faint sound of sirens outside the building on the streets below. It probably wouldn't let me keep this job after what I'd done. I went up to the roof of the building, dragging the still twitching body of my former boss. When I got to the top, I found out I was right.

Cop cars littered the street. Those are what I aimed for when I tossed the body headfirst off the building. I hit one car dead on. A cop car was always where I thought the guy belonged anyway. I heard the SWAT team bust the door open leading up to the roof. I pulled a dollar bill out of my pocket. my one wish my one clever fucking wish i tore it in half and jumped before the swat team could grab me spending life in a cell would only create more problems i couldn't wish away as i fell toward the pavement

below i looked down in the midst of the police no one seemed to notice a hooded man with glowing red eyes standing directly below me arms wide as though he were already about to catch me. My last thought before I showered the ground with my guts. My only clear thought in the entire past week was that the devil was far more clever than I. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us at Creepypod on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, or email us at creepypod at gmail. All stories told on this podcast can be found at creepypasta wiki.com and are protected by a Creative Commons license. Some rights reserved unless otherwise

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