FANDOM


  • Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? Most people find it annoying - a minor inconvenience, but I dread the day a fresh set of lyrics start looping around in my head.

    -

    I believe earworms are caused by something supernatural; a cryptid of sorts. Not a worm or insect, like the name might suggest, but something much bigger, stirring its long, thin claws around your brain. Record players or TVs turning on for no reason has been a horror movie cliche for as long as record players and TVs have existed, but I think it's a hallucination - a psychological cover-up. Your brain can't comprehend the earworm's activity, so it forces you to hear the music or see the TV to keep your sweet little subconscious at ease.

    -

    You might be sitting in class, or a work desk, or at home, or anywhere where your mind can wander freely, and you start thinking about a song. Usually, it's a song you either love or loathe; you might not even know a word of the lyrics, yet they come to you as clear as day. Verses, or even individual phrases, start to rub against your mind like sandpaper. No matter how much you try, you lose concentration and focus on the song, whether it's trying to 'tune into' the whole song, or just blocking it out entirely. All the earworm wants is for you to pay attention to it. For what purpose, I can only guess.

    -

    I used to run a little chat forum for people who've faced similar experiences: earworms gone too far, leading into insanity. Scientists call it 'paranoid schizophrenia', but I don't believe a word of it. Out of every report, thread and conspiracy theory, none topped my experiences, at least in my opinion.

    -

    Allow me to share...

    -

    About 8 months ago, I was lying in my bed, in an unfamiliar room. I had just moved out of my parent's place, and a strong emotional cocktail of homesickness, nervousness and freedom was filling my skull to the brim. I switched my iPod on, and started listening to a more-or-less random playlist, staring at the half-painted ceiling. It was the least I could do to keep my eyes off of the piles of unpacked boxes full of IKEA furniture and childhood treasures.

    -

    I was just slipping into the blissful tune when the song cut out mid-word. My iPod was fully shut off in the blink of an eye. After a second of scraping back my matted hair into some sort of style, I got up and grabbed my iPod. No music, just the ringing echo of silence. Unsettled by the sudden change, I ripped my headphones off and thought about unpacking the boxes, before quickly deciding against it. I'll just watch some TV, I thought to myself. As I stumbled down the carpetless stairs, my iPod turned back on, like nothing had happened. The last syllable of the word it had cut out on flowed through my ears smoothly. Then, with a slow onset of dread, I realized I wasn't wearing any earphones.

    -

    It couldn't have been coming from anywhere else - it had that quality of being played from almost inside your head. I barely resisted the urge for my Mum or Dad, then I remebered I was alone in my house. As a hurricane of thoughts and panic raced around my head, the song changed. Now it was some wannabe Soundcloud rapper: definitely nothing I'd have on my iPod, or even knew of.

    -

    At this point, I was terrified out of my wits. What could I do? If I called the police, I'd probably get arrested for wasting their time; the only person that would believe me would be some kind of exorcist. Understandably, there wasn't an emergency number for ghost-dispellers, I was out of luck. In a desperate reflex, I jammed my fingers into my ears, trying to block out the ungodly noise. I pushed deeper than I expected I could, and a thin trickle of blood dripped onto my hands and under my nails. Even then I could still hear the pounding music, as loud as ever. Dry sobs of pain and despair escaped my lips, almost silent behind the tune.

    -

    As my thoughts became more macabre and distorted, so did the music. Sharps and flats began to appear where they souldn't, and gradually the entire song fell apart into an ominous baseline and misplaced, wailing lyrics. The perfect soundtrack... I laughed at my own joke, if only to dull my pounding heart.

    -

    No sleep. No people. No calm. I have no idea how many hours or days passed, but it felt like a lifetime: trying to keep my sanity over the same 2-minute, off-key song repeated a thousand times. As night fell, I tried to sleep, to get a minute of relief and silence, but to no avail. I couldn't even talk to myself, the music was so loud in my bloodied ears. I wondered whether I'd have a life after this, or if this was the end.

    -

    I almost forgot to blink, mesmerized by the song. Suddenly, it changed to a romantic pop song by Taylor Swift or someone, then a haunting, off-key guitar solo, then 90's EDM, all within a minute. I was ecstatic because of the change - was this the beginning of the end? Slowly the changes sped up and the music became more distorted; low pitch, high reverb. It reached a point where I had no chance at identifying the artist or genre. Each song had only a couple of syllables to scream at me before warping into another.

    -

    Between the jarring changes of instrument and singer, the words were barely coherent. However, I could just make out speech strung between songs, a cruel parody of humanity speaking into my ear and seeing into my soul. Some of the words were in another language, but I could vaguely make out the message.

    -

    'Let!'

    'Me...'

    'In, cause I,'

    'Need!'

    'A.'

    'Body,'

    'Full... of...'

    'Blood, sweat and tears.'

    -

    Between the horrifying, alien messages, I could tell whatever it was was getting better at talking. Eventually, every song combined into one - a deep, echoing, screeching drone, accompanied by a demonic-sounding drawl. A legion of melded, agonized voices and rhythms.

    -

    'GIVE UP. YOU ARE ALREADY MINE. DON'T RESIST - I MIGHT LET YOU LIVE YOUR PATHETIC NONEXISTANCE WITHOUT PAIN. YOU ARE MY VESSEL, AND YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED.'

    -

    'Ehhochexe dssurdfkhv...'

    'wrhyvorvevih droo yfim...'

    -

    As the voice became more and more distorted, it gave way and diluted into static buzzing. It was the purest noise anyone could ever hear - unfazed by air or light or anything in this dimension. It felt like it was drilling all the way through my brain; it was agony. If I was screaming, I wouldn't hvae heard myself. In retrospect, I probably was.

    -

    After a solid minute of my eardrums being shredded and my soul burnt, I decided it was time for desperate measures. Consoling myself with the knowledge that the brain had no nerves, I grabbed a pen and plunged it through my left ear. The adrenaline in my veins made the pen glide through my soft flesh, through my temples until I felt a hard surface. I stabbed again and again until I heard the crunch of bone and until there was more blood in the pen than ink. Compared to the shrieking pain of the static, it was like a splinter. I didn't care if I lived or died anymore. I closed my eyes.

    -

    Apparently, I had deafened myself. The doctors said it was repairable within a few weeks and a couple brain surgeries, but I promptly refused. Sign language is, surprisingly, much easier than English to learn. If I ever heard music again, I'd probably faint, so I decided to stay deaf. To this day, I have no idea if the earworm is still there, looking for another way in.

    -

    From comments from my first draft, I changed the ending and overall made it darker. For some reason, I can't paragraph properly without making a wall-o-text, so I have hyphens between each paragraph. Is this a known bug? How do I solve it? This is my first pasta: any criticism is welcome <3

      Loading editor
    • Ok so you delete your old post and made a new one but you still have BOLD text, get rid of it. The first paragraph still needs some work.

        Loading editor
    • NoTimeCreepy wrote:
      Ok so you delete your old post and made a new one but you still have BOLD text, get rid of it. The first paragraph still needs some work.

      The title can't be made not bold, as far as I can tell. Were you referring to the speech in caps? I don't think that violates any rules.

        Loading editor
    • The title is fine, looks like a Admin fixed the bold sentences for you.

      As I stated on the last post your story is good just needs a little work. First paragraph is the most important.

      👇 Add to it to make the reader want to stay.

      (Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? Most people find it annoying - a minor inconvenience, but I dread the day a fresh set of lyrics start looping around in my head.)

      Add little more detail to the story to give it that creepy feeling.

      As one of the narrators for the site I can see my self making a video of your story if you give it more of a eerie, scary, horror Etc feeling.

      Keep up the good work.

        Loading editor
    • "I could fix myself but nah fuck music" that's really unrealistic. Perhaps go with irreparable damage to the ear canals or something to keep the guy deaf. Also, it's not really much darker.

      Think about it what it would be like to go insane and use that, in full detail. That'll make the story darker (Read "The Hell Inside My Head" by Wizardofthewoods for an example of "Aythideos" by me).

      As for the big, no idea :/

        Loading editor
    • When you re-write the story you don't have to make a new post, just edit this one.

        Loading editor
    • This is great. However there are different approaches you could have took: what if instead the worm led him to ACTUALLY go deaf instead of seeing a doctor? That did, kind of dull down the story, and I think even better that the voices would have led him to homicide or suicide. Of course you need to research what people like, and people like the most generic, boring stories (just look at anything in what's featured) so you can't be original without getting your head bashed into the wall, but I must say, this is one of the best pastas i've read on the wiki.

        Loading editor
    • An earworm is in your brain, not in your ear. If you want a turn for the horrible, try having him deafening himself and then finding out that the earworms are louder and clearer because they aren't mixed with his normal hearing. Also, they would never change as he couldn't get new ones.

        Loading editor
    • A FANDOM user
        Loading editor
Give Kudos to this message
You've given this message Kudos!
See who gave Kudos to this message