Siren head creepy pasta time
I’m a 24 year old man. I’ve had no former mental problems. I don’t even take any meds, not even any vitamins or anything but that didn’t seem to change anything. It didn’t change anything about it, about my encounter with siren head.
I never really got scared as a kid. I was the oldest of four siblings, and with my parents always away at work I didn’t have any time be. My mom always joked about how I was gonna be the one to get us out of here, the one to leave Korea and move us all to America. She was wrong. When I graduated high school I joined the military. It was a requirement for every male Korean citizen to do it, and usually it wasn’t too much of a burden, assuming we weren’t at war, which we weren’t. I was a average soldier, though still on the younger side. Most men would go to collage or take up a job first but I didn’t. The only thing about me that seemed to be special was my nick name. “daesi”, meaning fast.
The first three months were un eventful. Just lots of blisters and realizing how much I didn’t know how to speak English. Though on the fourth of October it started. My mom calls it “nae jeonjaeng”, my war. My brother had joined only two weeks prior. He joined the youngest you could. He looked up to me a lot. I think that’s why he joined so early. I wish he didn’t. The week after the war was announced was different from every other week. Not only for obvious reasons but because I could hear the sirens. I had grown up hearing all kinds of warnings, but these were different. They had an eerie deadness to them. Like they were some how being echoed through the woods with someone’s dying breath.
The sound was bone chilling, but it wasn’t anything out of place. At least not until the night after my brother went missing. He disappeared in the night, though no one seemed to really batten an eye. Of course the kid would go missing right before the fight, he’s a kid. Though it didn’t add up. My brother would never do that, and even more that night those same sirens were worse, they were getting louder. Though the night after that was even weirder. Instead of the empty noises i usually heard it was much deeper, and human. It was still a siren, most definitely but it was fainter and almost soothing. It was like the sort of sound that a wild animal would do to calm its child. Usually i could ignore the sirens, but this was too strange, it was too unnatural. I just couldn’t take it. So that night I went to find it, what ever was making that noise and more than that, find my brother.
After getting dressed I sneaked out of camp and started walking. I trudged through the birch forest that surrounded our camp, staring at the little amount of things I could see with my flash light, just following the sound.
I walked for what felt like hours until I heard a crunch. An inhuman crunch and then- a blaring siren started up. I rushed to cover my ears, dropping my flashlight, but that barely helped. I could feel my ear drums getting ripped apart by the sound.
I watched my flashlight roll across the forest floor, and to my horror it revealed the almost root like feet. I looked up a huge looming creature stood up above me. It stood taller than any of the trees, with a tall stark white body. It was boney too. It looked almost like if someone had stretched chunks of skin over it. It’s arms ran down almost farther than it’s knees and it’s fingers almost to it’s feet. I felt a burning heat coming from the thing, and as I starred up at where it’s head should be perched too sirens, but as I started looking down again I realized something. It was covered with smears of blood. Fresh blood. Before I turned to start running I saw it. My brother with disgusting debilitating burns all across his body. Though even worse was that they were all popped. The bubbles supposed to be on his body had all been popped.
I ran. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t hear, all I could do was run, but I could felt it chasing me. I couldn’t hear it’s foot steps but I could feel the vibration through the ground as it followed me. It’s over bearing heat still tinged at my back and soon the forest around me. I kept on running and running but it and the flames kept catching up. I don’t think I was aware of it but I made it to camp.
I didn’t sleep that night. Not only for my raptured ear drums and the third degree burns on my back but because of its calling for me. Siren-head’s was crying for me to come back. It was playing back my brother’s screams.
