How to start mass confusion and annoyance on the Miiboards by: DuskShadowDemon
Volkin the Garvantula
this is a gross misuse of sharpie packaging
Random sketchbook page 1
Made myself a quick 2-min Seedeater mask
*shows up months later with sharpies*
I’ve always had a very active imagination, and with my deranged interest in the supernatural and their legends of horror, well you could very well assume I’m a bit of a jumpy person at nighttime; and yes, like my friends like to point out, I will admit that I’m a tad gullible when it comes to some of the things I read online.
I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, honestly when I say I’m a bit gullible what I mean is that I’m open minded. I like to believe in the possibility that everything exists somewhere, but I wouldn’t go nuts trying to convince you that something is real unless I’ve seen proof of it with my own eyes.
Most of those stories I read on the internet, I’d never expect to affect me, or anyone I knew. However there is one that has greatly bothered me since I started reading about it…
The Seedeater was a story a friend’s boyfriend of mine told me about after he heard I was into Creepypasta and the like. He told me the basics about it, It’s a man-like beast with a long stitched up face that reeks of rotting flesh and preys on small children, then he told me what website to go on to read more about the stories.
He proceeded to tell me about this time he actually thought he encountered the thing because on his way home from my friend’s house he walked by this field next to a small forest and smelled rotting meat, he almost shit his pants until he noticed the restaurant on the other side of the road was emptying their garbage bins, he figured that was the cause of the stench.
It took me a while to actually go on the website he told me about though; I guess I forgot about it for a while; however something did trigger me to look into the story again because by the next year I had started having a series of bothersome dreams. I’ll try to explain them as best I can, I don’t usually wright about my dreams so these may be a little inaccurate.
The first dream I remember having I was in a gray sort of subspace, every now and then I notice things that resembled trees, was I in a forest? I couldn’t tell for sure. I wandered around the space until I turned and found myself face to face with a creature that vaguely resembled what I remembered about what my friend’s boyfriend said the seedeater looked like, it gasped and made these horrible gurgling noises while trying to grasp and claw at me, I was able to keep the creature pushed back slightly so that each time it reached for my face or my stomach it missed slightly. I somehow managed to shove the thing off me before waking up in the middle of the night to my pitch dark room; but the noise that the seedeater made, I could still hear it. That wretched gurgling noise, I almost screamed as I flipped on the light on my night stand.
The noise came from my dog; he was sound asleep and growling while his stomach let out odd gurgles. I let out a sigh of relief as I woke him up and had to rush him outside before he was sick in the house.
A week later I had a different dream involving the Seedeater. This time I was in the field that used to be behind my old house, I could see the forest just behind the field as it always was and I followed the small trail that led into it, however once I entered the forest I had somehow automatically made my way to its center. These were woods I knew like the back of my hand, when I was young I spent every moment of my free time in them so it was literally impossible for me to get lost in them. I knew I was in the center because of the large dead tree that stood just in front of me; I’d often climbed that tree when I was young. I walked up to it and immediately noticed a sort of rustling static-like sound. I knew there was something on the other side of the tree and I knew I didn’t want to see what it was. But I had to, my body moved without command I had no choice, whether I liked it or not I was going to see what was on the other side. I moved to the other side of the tree and I saw it once more, the seedeater I quickly shut my eyes and opened them again just as fast, the seedeater was gone.
Instead a girl about my age, height and build stood where it once stood. I was scared in my mind but my body seemed to have a mind of its own because it began speaking for me, I spoke to the girl. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I said, but she replied to me, and when she did, she let out a small growl-like gurgle and slowly her features shifted and her face and body became covered in stitches and tiny little pin pricks covered her body with fresh blood trickling out of them slightly. Her right eye was completely sewn shut; her eyes looked dark and bagged from lack of sleep, and her mouth liked to be stitched up in some sort of sick smile. Her hair grew out slightly and was noticeably more tangled, her ears had grown pointed and her hands now had long talons, like the kind you’d see on a bird of prey, and she now had a long pointed flesh colored tail. Her response was a slurred whisper; “S-SSAM” and it seemed to echo back “Samantha” I had closed my eyes again and the Seedeater was suddenly behind me, he grabbed me and that’s when I woke up. I had this dream a couple more times before I finally decided to do something about it.
I knew those dreams were about the Seedeater so I decided it was time I actually looked into what it was I was dealing with, I searched for the website I had been told about. When I found the site it turned out to be a blog, on the top of the page the header was a picture that looked exactly like the thing I saw in my dreams, and every single entry was about this person’s quest to discover information about the thing, and other people’s experiences with the beast.
As it turns out sightings of the Seedeater, or as most people seemed to refer to him as, “Rag face” were actually rather common, as there were many stories that had been emailed in by many different people. Only a couple had any mentions of seeing the seedeater in their dreams however.
Many of the stories mentioned that the seedeater was just a stalker, and rarely ever took people unless they were young or got too involved with trying to raise awareness of it. The writer of the blog even theorized that there had to be more than one Seedeater and that perhaps new ones were made from the few older victims it takes.
As the blog went on however, it seemed the writer had suffered some sort of accident and could no longer post….
I was fairly shaken after reading what information I could get from this site however. I think the most bothering part was that, they say, the Seedeater only takes interest in you once it knows you have knowledge of it.
I tossed and turned in my sleep all that week, often waking up in the middle of the nights in a daze, whatever dreams I had that week were lost every time I woke up at odd hours.
Somehow in the weeks prior I had managed to get a full nights rest, however, as you could imagine, the dreams stared up again.
I was walking down the road to my currant house, there is a forest here too, but it’s much smaller than the old one, not nearly as large, however in my dream it was much larger. We live by a highway so there’s always a car or two on our road, but here there were none, just the road and the forest. I couldn’t find my house, and I began to panic. Then I heard the gurgling noise and before I could turn to it the girl from my dreams appeared beside me and grabbed me by the hand, she still looked deformed like she did before I woke up from my last dream, however now she was at least wearing poorly stitched up clothes. She held a hunting knife to her lips and whispered “Shhh”. I shivered and nodded and she began to drag me into the woods. I don’t know why but I trusted this girl.
“S-Sam?” I whispered.
She nodded without looking at me her eyes focused on something in the woods I couldn’t see. For some reason I felt the urge to reach into to pocket of her hoodie, when I did I managed to grab something out of it before she turned to me and held the knife to my neck demanding I give back what I took. Hesitantly I held up a wrinkled photo, I glanced at it before Sam snatched it from my hand. It was a picture of her with much shorter hair, she had her arm around another girl with shoulder length blond hair, Sam was kissing her on the cheek.
Sam pulled the knife away from me and slapped me on the face with such force it woke me up. I felt it and as I sat up I could feel the heat radiating off my face from where she had hit me.
I decided I needed to look more into this, dream or not, something about this seemed too familiar. I searched like mad online to see if I could find any Seedeater stories that had to do with a girl named Samantha. There was nothing and after wasting an hour and a half trying to find something even remotely similar I was about ready to quit. I was still convinced I could find something however. I decided to go out on a limb and try looking for local stories in our towns News about a girl named Samantha, specifically any high schoolers that may have died in the area.
Bingo, I had found it. Apparently a girl by the name of Samantha Murk had been reported missing in 2009, rumors suggest that she was beaten to death by some boys in her school because she was a cross dresser and went around trying to get people to believe that she was actually a male, according to her girlfriend Skye Baker. The boys were found guilty of these rumors and sentenced to life in prison. When police went to the site where the boys said they buried her body, the reported to find the grave had been dug up, and no body had been found.
After reading this I immediately looked up Sky Baker. I don’t know what I was thinking when I went to her facebook page, found her email, and asked if I could speak with her about the incident. What would I even talk to her about?
“So hey I’ve been seeing your dead girlfriend? Boyfriend? In my dreams along with some creepy urban legend monster from off the internet? Any clue what that’s about?”
I decided to give her my condolences and say that I was going to wright and article about anti bulling for my school newspaper and to really put my point across to people, asked if she was okay with me using Sam’s story, and that perhaps it would be better if I heard the story from her.
It was stupid and foolish, I know, but… what else could I say to convince her?
We emailed back and forth and once she was convinced I wasn’t just some messed up disrespectful kid trying to cause trouble she eventually agreed and we planned a date.
The interview I had with her didn’t turn up anything new, it was the same sad story from the article, except Skye had spoken more about what Sam was like when she was alive. I could tell Skye was really shaken up about the whole ordeal however, we had to stop for a bit so she could cry on my shoulder and compose herself once more, she told me how she had started homeschooling because she was afraid to leave the house for some time, and how she secretly hopped that somehow Sam was still alive because they had never found her body.
She told me how at time she felt that Sam knew it was coming, or that maybe something else had been bothering Sam the weeks prior to the incident, because Skye felt that every time her and Sam were together, Sam felt more and more distant, she’d always be tired and looking off into the distance at something, or she’d be mindlessly doodling this weird face on things…
“Face?” I asked.
Skye nodded “yeah, it was sort of creepy; here I think it looks like this”
I watched as she scribbled a crude but unmistakable drawing of the seedeater’s face. I stared in shock at it for a minute before Skye asked if I was OK. I straightened up and assured her I was fine before asking if she had and pictures of Sam. She smiled and got up and retrieved a journal from her room. She opened it up and pulled out a few pictures.
“Hm, strange, I thought I had one more in here, guess I lost it in the move…”
I had a feeling I knew witch one it was.
Skye showed me the pictures of Sam, they looked exactly like Sam had the first time I saw her. Dirty blond hair that went just past her back, she kept it in a ponytail in most pictures, and she always had some rather male oriented clothes on.
After we finished our tea I thanked Skye and left.
That night I saw Sam again. It was like the last dream I had; the endless road, the large surrounding forest. I walked the road until Sam once again appeared beside me. I turned to her and noticed the lanky, shadowy figure of the Seedeater further down the road near the tree line. I gasped and pointed, Sam turned to it then back to me before forced her hand over my eyes. I tried to pry off her hand in vain until finally she let go and I was somewhere else.
I was in a forest, but it was late, the sun had just set, and I was alone. No, it was there, the Seedeater. It was just a few steps away from me, but it wasn’t looking at me, its gaze was to my left. I stared at it, frozen in fear, c-could it not see me?
I heard a loud snap of a branch and spun around to see Sam running towards me out of breath.
“Sam!” I called.
She didn’t slow down; she kept running until she ran directly through me and hid behind a tree, her back pressed tightly against the trunk.
A shiver went down my spine as I heard the distant yelling of three boys as they too came into view.
“Where are ya fag!?” The leader of the three yelled, a rather large boy in a plaid jacket and a baseball hat with a John Deer logo.
He and the other two boys ran past me yelling
“You can’t hide out here! These are my daddy’s hunting grounds! Ya trespasser!”
They all laughed and searched for her, walking past her and missing her completely. Sam then bolted in the direction they came but the boys soon caught on and the largest outran her punching Sam in the gut, winding her. Sam fell to the ground and the other two boys began to kick her until she coughed up blood.
“Hey stop! Stop fer a sec!” The leader said and the other two backed away a bit. The larger male pulled out a hunting knife and lifted Sam’s head up by her hair to face him she coughed and spat blood in his face.
“Ack! You fucking whore! I’ll make sure no one will wanna see that face of yours again!”
He motioned to the other two boys to hold her down as he held onto her hair and cut a jagged smile into her face with the knife. Sam screamed the entire time.
“Ha! Scream all ya like! No one can hear you out here!” By this time the other two boys were getting nervous, one of the spoke up.
“D-Dude, this is really messed up, we shouldn’t-“
Just as the other boys loosened their grip Sam broke free and ripped the knife out of the larger male’s hand swinging it madly at the boys as the attempted to regain control of her.
“Shit! Man what do we do!?” One of them panicked getting Sam’s attention she went to swing at him when the larger male grabbed her in a chocking hold and twisted her neck until it cracked and she dropped the knife.
Tears ran down my eyes and I covered my mouth to stifle my silent screaming. I watched as the boys panicked and madly swore at each while they ran away. The Seedeater came up behind me and gurgled, and I swore I could smell its rotting flesh as it moved past me and leaned over Sams body. Its wild mane seemed to form into a shroud of darkness that almost consumed Sam.
“NO!” I yelled and swung at it with my fist, It looked up suddenly and I froze mid swing. It suddenly scrambled up the nearest tree and almost instantly camouflaged with the branches in the dark light of night. Then I heard the sound of footsteps in the forest and muttered swearing. The large male from earlier was back and he carried a shovel.
He looked down and Sam’s dead body and swore before shakily digging a makeshift grave, cowards’ tears in his eyes.
Once he left the Seedeater crawled down and dug Sam out of her grave, picked up her limp body, then stared directly at me, it gurgled a few times before carrying Sam’s body off into the night.
I woke up some time after. I was crying, I wanted to throw up. I had just witnessed the death of Samantha Murk. I knew a truth that no one else could even fathom.
I still don’t know exactly what the Seedeater has to do with all this, or why Sam reached out to me. I think that maybe Sam had once discovered the stories and she too was being stalked by the Seedeater, before the events that led to her death. After all the Seedeater had been waiting for her, it knew where to be and when to come get her.
I know that Sam is still out there, and I think she may be working with the Seedeater, because every now and then, I can still see her, out of the corner of my eye, for a split second near the end of a long day, a glimpse of her in the shadows, near the woods, just outside my window, sometimes I see her as Sam, other times, She has a face of sewn rags.
what I’ve been up to
Cant believe I was reported for this