This one's called Quinine When countries of Europe started invading Africa to build colonies, one of their major obstacles was the disease malaria. However, the Europeans had a counter: a drug called Quinine. It would not cure, but would prevent malaria. I'm sure this is going to be scientifically plausible. A group of scientists in Manchester decided to test out the first few samples of this drug on some prisoners of war. So as long as the prisoners complied with the scientists, they were promised freedom when the test was over. And we hit a cliche in the second sentence. I expect nothing from creepypasta and I'm still disappointed. One of the doctors, Dr. Howard Brown, decided to keep an audio log of the event, one of the first times in history this had been done. Why he didn't just use the cheaper alternative of writing shit down has eluded most historians. Day 1: 10th October, ----, 11:43 PM This is Dr. Howard Brown. We are about to test the samples on the prisoners. Subject A received the daily dosage, Subject B got the weekly dosage, and Subject C the monthly dosage. We injected them with the malaria soon after they fell asleep. So far, they have not exhibited any side effects, save for slight hearing problems. However, these came few and far in between. We'll see what tomorrow brings. Spoiler: crazy murder happens. Staff Note: Colonel Arthur Radley was shot down by a guard today, while trying to free the prisoners. His death will not be honored by a funeral. He does not deserve one. Because a doctor can totally make that decision. Because this isn't a ridiculously cartoonishly evil action. Day 2: 11th October, ----, 3:24 PM Once again, nothing odd has happened. The subjects are eating and drinking normally, and going on with daily activities, or at least as much as one can do hauled in a small glass tank. However, Subject C began exhibiting strange behavior. He seems to occasionally experience spasms in his arm, as if he is a beast, cutting something with claws or nails. I will go talk to him. That's some awkward prose right there. Awkward like a Redditor talking to women. Day 3: 12th October, ----, 10: 28 AM I spoke to Subject C yesterday. He admitted having an odd dream, in which he watched from outside the glass tank (which was shattered, possibly by a thrown object from inside the tank) as a monster, shrouded in black, clawed Subjects A and B, and proceeded in eating their skin. Their skin. I asked him how the clawing was done by the monster. He showed me the same exact motion as he was doing yesterday. Upon asking him, I realized that he had not remembered the day's earlier spasms. What could this be? It could be bullshit. Quinine is a real-ass drug and the idiot writing this pretends its some magic super soldier serum mixed with PCP. Nobody's asking for total historical accuracy, but could you at least try to not demolish our suspension of disbelief? As if matters weren't odd enough, Subject B had intense night terrors at around 3:00 AM this morning. "No dad! Not the clown room!" Most of what he said was unintelligible, but I could make out a few "NO!"s and "Stay back!"s. Upon further imploring Subject C, he said that these words did come from Subject B during his dream. Could Subject B and C's dreams be somehow linked? See, this is another reason why Creepypasta sucks ass in general. Everything has to be crazy murderers. People simply dying or getting sick as a result of drug experimentation never happens in these stories. The Bhopal Incident was scary, the Tuskeegee Syphillis Trails were scary. This is just a hack writer trying to get cheap scares in the laziest way possible. And I can't even masturbate to this. Day 4: 13th October, ----, 6:54 PM Something is wrong. Upon entering the laboratory today, the other scientists and I found the corpse of one of the guards, skin and clothing removed, and cut into five pieces. Damn that's edgy. In addition, Subject C looked, to say the absolute least, different today. He seemed taller, and his skin was a light grey colour. When one looked close, they could see him exhibit a faint, but there, smoky black aura. Fucking why? Did the Quinine get tainted with monster juice? In addition, he did absolutely nothing today. He didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't even move. He just sat in the corner, watching Subjects A and B. This seems to be becoming more and more like Subject C's dream. Let us hope it doesn't end the same way. Just a word of advice: Any attempt at building tension will fail if the reader can see what's coming a mile away. On the other hand, Subject A seems to be showing no adverse side effects. He is behaving just as a normal human being. Of course, he is being fed daily doses, so as to show how it would work in the battlefield. wow how very uninteresting. My granddad's funeral was more entertaining than this pasta and we had to stop dancing after an hour because the neighbors complained. Day 5: 14th October, ----, -:-- PM In a whisper* This is a final word of warning, should this lab ever be discovered. Should you find medicine in the cabinet labeled Quinine S: A.1-A.3, do NOT ingest anything from this container, at any cost. It will end at your, and all those around you, expense. Earlier today, Subject C did not look human. In fact, I doubt he was. He appeared to be a monster, shrouded in black, and exhibited huge claws. He stepped up from his chair, and approached the other two subjects. Subject A threw one of the chairs at the glass, and it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. It might have been an attempt to escape. I went downstairs to survey the damage. His escape attempt might have worked, had Subject C not sliced Subject A into five pieces. He approached Subject B next. He appeared to be paralyzed with fear. I couldn't blame him. The thing that was once Subject C was about 3 meters tall, and had an intense black aura pulsating off of him with every step. I took this chance to escape to the crawl space below the stairs. He hasn't found me yet—oh dear God. No. No! NO!! *from here, only a crackling sound is heard, and an alien sound grunting and making odd sounds, similar to that of eating.* After this experiment, Quinine S was never again created, and Quinine T was conceived. Upon testing, scientists found that these side effects would not happen if a monthly dose drug was not used. Therefore, Quinine T, now simply known as Quinine, only comes in daily and weekly doses. That is dumb as all fuck. All of the fuck. What was even in the Quinine to make the black monster thing happen? Why didn't they at least try it on lab rats or some shit first? Does the assmonkey who wrote this even know what Quinine is? It's a chemical derived from chinchona tree bark. You can't even justify this shit with artistic license because anyone who knows anything about medicine would roll their eyes so hard they'd go blind. It's like if someone wrote a creepypasta about how Pepto Bismol caused test subjects to rape people uncontrollably. I mean, my cousin found a bottle of Quinine in my uncle's medicine cabinet and drank the whole thing and the only thing that happened is that he got his stomach pumped. During World War I, the lab was rediscovered by Allied forces surveying damage. Upon entering, they found about 20 corpses, all in the same condition: Sliced into five pieces, with skin removed. In a small crawl space under the staircase, was a large audio recording device, with a recording on it by a Dr. Howard Brown. We can only assume the worst for his fate. So why did the dead people all get skinned and chopped into five people? Is there a reason? If you're going to write a story about a chemical or drug then you should at least try to explain the rules of what it does and why it causes such effects. The Thing was scary because we knew just enough about how it worked so that it seemed like a credible danger. This detail is like the rest of this creepypasta, nonsensical, hacky and pointless.