Hi /x/, This happened to my girlfriendтАЩs roommate over the summer, and ends with me as a reclusive and a shut-in. I canтАЩt stand being in the dark. Now I spend all day on the internet, trying to figure out what happened. I want to put a name to it, but all I have is Dimitri. I need to externalize it to make sense of it. I want a record of it.
>GF, we will call her тАЬBettyтАЭ, has a fatcow of a roommate. She bails because sheтАЩs a bitch.
>GF gets an old friend, we will call her тАЬVeronicaтАЭ, to move in, even though she canтАЩt really afford it.
Veronica works at a major coffee shop chain, doing the backshift. SheтАЩs good at her job and deals with a lot of scummy people. We all live in a really blue collar тАЬindustrialтАЭ city. Homelessness and poverty are just kind of part of the place, so sheтАЩs used to dealing with weirdos. But Veronica is the type of girl who has a habit of falling madly in love with whomever she happens to be dating (despite being most definitely an adult). My GF, Betty, ignores all the boys that have come and gone and broken her heart.
So she moves in after getting into a nasty breakup with her old shitty boyfriend and comes to live with Betty. About two weeks later, she starts talking about a guy she met at work; Dimitri. Dimitri is a patron of this place while she works nights, apparently doing maintenance on an apartment complex nearby. She says heтАЩs really sweet and from the Ukraine.
We donтАЩt pay any attention. About a week after that and me and Betty come home and thereтАЩs Veronica and Dimitri hanging out. We donтАЩt feel like being socialable with this guy that probably wonтАЩt be here in a month so we donтАЩt pay much attention, but we end up getting roped into hanging out a little bit.
Let me tell you about this Dimitri guy, though.
First of all, he dresses fucking weird. I donтАЩt exactly have a great sense of fashion; I feel fancy in khakiтАЩs and button up shirts. But Dimitri dressed himself like he was colour blind, clashing colours and clothes that never really seemed to fit right and always had kind of a wet laundry smell that was barely covered up by piles of cologne. He dressed in pretty standard douchebro style; polos and weird jeans and brightly coloured sneakers.
His hair looked to be bleached and spiked by someone using their elbows. His skin had a weird plastic quality to it, like he was spray tanned. But he had really nice teeth and a charming smile and, tbh, great eyes. Big and blue and wide open; despite his inept fashion sense, I could see why a girl would pay attention to him if he was sweet. He *tried* to looked good and had a charm about him.
He looked tense, though. At the time I passed it off as nerves. But he always looked tense, now that I think about it. Always had his shoulders boxed up to look bigger, puffing up his chest, sitting on his clenched fists and bouncing his legs. But he always looked calm in the face; serene, even.
IDK, it was a weird mix of physical features, but whatever. Everyones awkward in their own way, right?
Talking to the guy was even worse, though. He smiled just incessantly and was always nodding. He was always really enthusiastic about dude shit like cars (DGAF) and beer (awe yes), but would always just express how much he loved whatever it was that you mentioned at the time. He couldnтАЩt speak very well, but we all just chalked that up to him being from Ukraine, but he definitely had a stutter.
тАЬHeee-hey, dude wwwhatis g-goodтАж?тАЭ this is how he always started off when he first talked to you and he always beamed with pride when he spoke this. He clearly practiced and it was a little bit pathetic seeming at the time and one of the few тАЬNorth AmericanтАЭ phrases he could say without sounding like a fresh-of-the-boat levels of foreigner.
We were bored and annoyed by him and the prospects of him always being around, but whatever. He would be gone in a month, right?
A month passes and he spends the night for the first time and it looks like Dimitri is going to shit himself. We already know that Veronica and him are regularly sexually active, so heтАЩs not nervous about that. He was just really uncomfortable with being here for some reason. We ordered pizza that night and sat around doing some тАЬdouble dateтАЭ whatever and he powered through his food like a beast as fast as he could. Always nodding and smiling as he ate. Pretty awful table manners too, not even Veronicas washy standards could avoid that. I could tell by her embarrassed look that she was mortified by this guy at a dinner table.
Anyway, if he wasnтАЩt nodding and Tyrannosaurus-ing his pizza, he was always looked out the window (like fucking fixated on it) and wanted to go to bed super early, claiming he was tired from тАЬthat old grindstoneтАЭ, but we could hear that they stayed up most of the night (with TV volume varying wildly, presumably to cover up banginтАЩ).
So itтАЩs 3AM, they finally are asleep. I have to piss and IтАЩm down the hallway at the far opposite end from VeronicaтАЩs room, which is BettyтАЩs room. I get up to use the bathroom, being quiet so as not to wake up the GF. I get about halfway down the hallway and I hear that fleshy тАЬplapтАЭ sound of bare feet on hardwoodтАжbut thereтАЩs too many plaps. It sounds like multiple barefooted people scurrying around out there.
I freak out for a second and stay perfectly still and listen and start to gradually edge my way to the end of the hall to look around the corner into the living room. ItтАЩs fucking Dimitri, butt naked standing by the picture window intensely licking sauce and cheese off a plate.
IтАЩm equal parts relieved, freaked out, and embarrassed because I think Veronica might also be running around naked. I just assume that theyтАЩre high and eating pizza and naked from fucking around. So I casually strut to the bathroom and try not to be awkward if she is around here somewhere in the nude. I assume hiding behind the couch.
IтАЩm peeing and suddenly get that skin crawling тАЬIтАЩm being watchedтАЭ sensation. I can clearly see the whole bathroom in the mirror that runs the full length of the wallтАжbut in the mirror I notice the door. ItтАЩs closed and locked, but itтАЩs bowed in. At the time I didnтАЩt really get it. But I get it now. I could see the outline of DimitriтАЩs toes under the crack of the door and the cheapo plastic-y wood door was being pressed in. That fucker was pressing onto the door as hard as he could.
I ignore it, but IтАЩm creeped by the toes. Think heтАЩs just trying to play some stupid prank to тАЬbroтАЭ out and be normal. I open the door, expecting him to bolt to VeronicaтАЩs room which was only about 10 feet away, snorting. But he just stands there. Fucking nude. Right against the door, smiling and nodding. But his eyes look pissed. Just wide and angry, not even frowning.
He bobs his head, тАЬExcuseтАЭ and shimmies his way in. I realize his body, might look good in clothes, but heтАЩs kind of gross; like he was obese and then lost a shit load of weight. But is supposed to be wiry and skinny?
IDK, he was naked and I didnтАЩt want to look at his dick so I ignored it and went to bed freaked out. I donтАЩt think I slept much, I just watched the bottom of my door for the outline of his fucking toes.
That morning, the plates were clean. I think he licked them clean. They smelt funny and despite being spec free, still had a gloss of something gross on them.
I tell Betty about it and sheтАЩs freaked out and pissed. She didnтАЩt like the guy in the first place and heтАЩs walking around naked at night being creepy? Not cool. She confronts Veronica about it who is also weirded out, but I donтАЩt think anything ever came of it. If she did ask him about that night, he just nodded and stammered his way out of the problem.
So I donтАЩt have to deal with him for another couple weeks. Veronica starts going and hanging out with him instead. Awesome. But instead of going to his place, I guess all they do is drive around in his shitty car. They bang and everything in this tiny old little Honda Civic, which she said was disgusting. Like he lived out of it. When he prodded he insisted that he lived with an Aunt who did not approve of him having girls over.
She was just about done with him and his weirdness, finally. This all started in mid-May and it is now early-August and the final straw for Veronica is of course about food. He liked to gorge himself on candy bars, apparently. His car was loaded with wrappers of every imaginable sort.
So we are BBQing on the deck. The meal for the evening? Steak, baked potatos and salad. The steaks have been marinating in Dr. Pepper for three days, because fuck yeah adulthood. Dimitri gets one look (or smell, rather) of raw beef soaking in soda-based marinade and he literally starts drooling on himself. HeтАЩs eyeballing them like someone showed him the proof of God. Even little moans are coming through as he breathes through his vocal cords because the guy canтАЩt control himself.
Veronica pulls him aside and gives him a decent scolding in the hallway. He comes back looking like heтАЩs trying to compose himself with his stiff body and I swear the guy is even blushing through his oompa-loompa looking skin. He fixes it by going to every single person present (thereтАЩs about six of us at the little gathering) and saying тАЬSooo-rry, maaaaanтАЭ and it sounded like a dog trying to sing and talk at the same time. Just horse, off key and guttural, followed up by a firm slap on the back or the arm; regardless of whether youтАЩre a boy or not. The
dumb bastard was losing it.
So weтАЩre sitting at the dinner table, supper is delicious. Steak, baked potatoes, corn, great salad. Dimitri demolishes his steak, but hasтАжtrouble with his vegetables. IтАЩm watching him carefully while the girls gab and he would stuff salad into his mouth and just chew and chew and chew and chew and chew, go to scratch his mouth, take a handful of mangled greens and dressing and shove it in his pocket. The bone in the steak was picked clean, and the potatoes were just forked into oblivion.
I guess I wasnтАЩt the only one that noticed this, and Betty informs me that Veronica had texted her and said that she was done with Dimitri and she had to end it tonight.
Everyone goes home, they walk down to the parking lot where his car is out back. She looks bummed and nervous and sad, heтАЩs still smiling and nodding his head and being weird. Me and Betty rejoice for a moment and start watching TV.
A few minutes go by we hear shoutingтАжand then screaming. Veronica is screaming in the parking lot, the sound coming up through the balcony.
We rush down as fast as we could. Fuck elevators. We get there and Dimitri is sitting in the driver seat freaking the fuck out. HeтАЩs just thrashing and roaring and tearing shit to pieces from his drivers seat. Veronica is standing away from the car in the parking lot, crying and holding her arm. We grab her and pull her in and Dimitri sees me and just stops moving completely and goes dead cold quiet. His eyes lock on mine his face twists up in a snarl and he grips the steering wheel. His face is twitching up into a snarl so hard, it looks impossible how hard and far his face contorts.
Suddenly he just stops. Turns on his car. Drives away. Just like that. Putters away unconcerned.
We call the police. File a report. Humor a restraining order, but decide itтАЩs not worth the trouble. Pretty sure heтАЩs never going to come back.
August goes by without a hitch. Dimitri is old but creepy news. Then Veronica comes home from work upset. Dimtiri was at her store again that evening. He just walked around the building, not even peering in windows. He would stand on the other side of cars by the drive-thru window, but would always bolt once they were done with their orders.
Then one night things peaked bad.
One night, me and Betty are home. Veronica was out and was on her way back to our place. She calls up Betty, crying and whispering;
тАЬBettyтАжI think Dimitri is outside our apartment. ItтАЩs a different car. I was walking down the road to here and this old red car sped by and almost hit me. Now itтАЩs parked right outside the front door, the engine is running. I canтАЩt see-тАЬ
She starts screaming. Screaming in pain. We rush down, I take a knife with me from the kitchen. We arenтАЩt even wearing shoes. We get out the front door and thereтАЩs a car sitting idle, open and empty. We rush through the parking lot and to the road. We see a discarded shoe and pick it up. We call VeronicaтАЩs name, no answer. We run into the park on the opposite side of the road and call her name again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him. It fucking haunts me. His face sticking through a dense as fuck holly hedge, no shoulders in sight. HeтАЩs still grinning his plastic smile and bobbing his head, his eyes are like painted glass now.
I run around the holly hedge at the centre of the park and heтАЩs there, but itтАЩs fucked. HeтАЩs all fucked looking. HeтАЩs naked, but his shoulders have sloped almost into his torso and his neck is atleast three feet long. His orange skin is cracked and splitting into what looks like moist looking pink new skin. HeтАЩs gyrating his hips, dick rock hard and scrambling to pull off Veroncias pants with one gangly arm. SheтАЩs pinned face down to the ground with the other, her mouth full of dirt and grass. I just scream and run at him and throw myself at whatever Dimitri is.
He gets knocked into the hedge and tangled up. I grab her and pull her up and throw her into a run. Dimitri is laying in the hedge and coming back to his feet. He moves so slow and ponderously, the whole time moaning this long тАЬUUUUUUHHHHтАЭ noise that sounds like it echos from him. He stands back up and falls down to being on all fours. He walks like this, his legs completely straight so his back-end is higher then his front end, but his head on that fucked up neck is curled looking up at me.
Eyes glazed over and just starts stalking towards me like a cougar, hunting and prowling. That dull horrible sound just keeps echoing out, never stopping to breath. IтАЩm baking up. I grab the knife from my pocket in a frenzy and cut my hand.
Jesus. I canтАЩt sleep anymore from this. I looked everywhere in this fucking city for an apartment with no windows for this. My hand is dripping blood, gripping the knife. Dimitri stops and just stares at my dripping handтАжhis face contort and melts in down into the saddest, most desperate, most grieving expression IтАЩve ever seen. The eyes melt too, dripping down at the corners to raw sadness.
He lashes out, snatches my hand with his and starts desperately and pleadingly licking the blood from my fist. The whole while, its long thick tongue laps at my hand itтАЩs just looking at me, grieving for my bloodshed.
I was just frozen in fear, our eyes locked. I heard sirens coming. Dimitri stopped and stood up straight and started walking across the park in the nude. I laid out on the ground, holding the knife. Shaking. I think I passed out. I donтАЩt remember the police or an ambulance. My next thought was a blanket around my shoulders and stitches in my hand.
I donтАЩt speak to Betty or Veronica anymore. I hate this city. I see them everywhere now, people with DimitriтАЩs eyes and his smiles. The derelicts who wander. I havenтАЩt seen the night sky all month. I only come out during the day. I canтАЩt bear the thought of seeing his face poke through the hedge at me again. I know heтАЩs after me. I miss Betty. I donтАЩt know what they saw or how much, but they canтАЩt bare the sight of me anymore.
All I have left is my obsession, which I fight with. Dimitri ruined my life, whatever he is. But I canтАЩt move onтАжI canтАЩt stand the thought of something out there, knowing and savoring my blood.
buy a gun, carry it carry a knife, and carry an asp. you have to fight. you can't hide forever. i used to think i could hide but i realized its just impossible to hide forever. prepare yourself for action, and get back out into the world. good luck.
It was probably this guy, he lives in my neighborhood and puts out this ridiculous neo-Nazi newsletter that makes /pol/ and /x/ look sane and rational.
Could you please describe his voice? It's kind of hard for me imagining things the other way. Anyway, 'Dimitri' reminds me of one of my friends (with a different name, though), due to the creepiness. Maybe excluding the near-ending parts (I'm sure that my friend won't try to walk the park naked while licking blood).
OP here. It generally spoke in a monotone voice that was trying to sound enthused, but all of the time. Every day and every topic was the best ever. If "Dimitri" was thrown off or forced to talk about something he didn't know, he would start stuttering. His syllables would modulate in pitch really hard.
IDK, I think it "practiced" talking. It repeated phrases that it was comfortable with alot.
Shit nigga, that's some nice OC.
So, how old was he supposedly and how old did he look? How has Betty acted towards you since you bailed (maybe calls or texts you a lot)?
It could pass for 23-26 years of age. Betty and I haven't spoken. The night everything happened, she came to me in the hospital and we couldn't really talk. They kept me under observation for about 24 hours because I was delirious. When I got back to my apartment, my landlord had a box of my stuff from her place (they knew eachother from when she was over alot). This is the letter she attached. This letter is the last I heard from her.
Ice cold, bruh. That IS her handwriting, right?
Can't help but think of this as Invasion of the Body Snatchers shit. Was he an older looking pic related?
I can't blame her, but it still hurts alot. and yeah, I'm pretty sure it's hers. Lots of the same characteristics, but just like she was in a rush. Probably wrote it in the parking lot of my building.
It was uncannily similar an older pic related, but it would have its eyes bugged out smiling like it was its birthday. It looked like it would fit in better downtown around shitty clubs. You wouldn't even spot it there, but it always looked a little silly walking around.
Also, and I'm sure it's the first probability you thought of, did he seem like a drug user? Meth, crack, whatever the fuck is in bathsalts and plantfood, or whatever else that's strong and triggers crazy people...
It's a reach, because it would be obvious, but maybe?
Naw, not dead. Just busy. But I'm lurking. Browsing /x/ to keep my mind off of everything and maybe get some answers? IDK.
Also there was never any sign of drugs. He evidently smoked weed, but I've no idea if that effected him at all.
The primary native tribe around here is Mi'kmaq, and I guess they have Wendigo as an element of their mythology. I thought it might be something from the Ukraine, but I'm not really sure any more if it had a ukrainian accent or if its voice was just that fucked.
Maybe it was a Chenoo/Winding
Especially read pg. 24
you write well.
If this is a real story, buy a gun, show your gf so she gets damp and takes you back.
Pack up all your shit and move to a different city. I'm sure it must be hard but so must be living your life hunted
Found this from some children's book lol
/k/ to the rescue? Nice.
Did not like.
First of all, that is very clearly a man's writing, women don't write like that. You could have at least tried a little harder, or gotten your mom or sister to write the note if you were going to go through the effort of actually making something like that.
Also, assuming this is "based on a true story", you sound like a total fucking jackass. I have bad social anxiety problems and this literally could've been written about me in many ways and I'm not even foreign, I'm just awkward and shy to a SEVERE degree, my brain does not work like yours.
Buddy probably HATED you all cuz you're a bunch of stuck up little shits that made him feel horrible and unwelcome from the start over the dumbest shit possible.
The last bit seems like you tacked on a bit of a creepypasta you read to a completely different story. Very poorly done.
You have some growing up to do, my friend. or maybe just kill yourself, you disgusting waste of flesh.
Yeah because a common side affect of your neck growing three feet long and shedding your skin like an animal is social anxiety, using meth, and making krokodile out of paint thinner.
I'm half-tempted to walk to Highfield and look for a red car with empty candy wrappers at the Highfield Apartment complex if the thread is open tomorrow.
It's 5:30 here so I imagine if he's real he'd be off work.
That'd be cool, go for it. You should bring a knife or rape whistle or whatever you Canadians do for self defense.
Really though, be careful incase Dmitri is a retard-strength level crazy dude. Maybe take a couple photos and also swing by the coffee shop nearby?
You definitely have talent for pasta. A good eye for detail. The build up was good enough and kept my interest but you lost it at the end which was just so abrupt and absurd you might as well have just said "everybody get on the floor".
The ending of A Game of Flashlight pasta is my personal favorite. Gives me the chills just thinking about it right now.
Fun story, op, but you can just stop roleplaying and trying to pass it off as real now. That's just fucking pathetic and soiling the main story up. Just stop.
You could have read the story, post some feedback and move on.
Nobody forced you to read the entire thread; and at least the banter keeps the thread bumped so that more people can read it.
>"Lesbian and bisexual women will be treated as Honorary Heterosexual Males"
sign me the fuck up
It's pissing down rain, now and for the next few hours so chances are I won't do it.
If I can get home and find a suitable enough jacket I'll go with my phone to take pictures if I see anything.
If op comes back and tells us what cofee place it is, and if he still hangs around, I'll do a stake out weather permitting.
>HeтАЩs all fucked looking. HeтАЩs naked, but his shoulders have sloped almost into his torso and his neck is atleast three feet long. His orange skin is cracked and splitting into what looks like moist looking pink new skin. HeтАЩs gyrating his hips, dick rock hard and scrambling to pull off Veroncias pants with one gangly arm. SheтАЩs pinned face down to the ground with the other, her mouth full of dirt and grass. I just scream and run at him and throw myself at whatever Dimitri is.
Jesus Christ my sides holy shit
Sounds like it was scary episode of archie's weird mysteries
Not yet at least.
The rain has stopped for now, so I'll take a look once I drop my stuff off at home.
Like I said no promises since this is probably fake, but hey I'm not going to know if I don't look for myself.
If I don't give any feedback in a few hours I've been raped and murdered by a Ukrainian wendigo.
Alright, I walked past and saw a few red cars, but none particularly beat up.
I wish op was here to say what kind of car it is.
I might take a closer look though to see if there's garbage or anything inside.
My internet is very shitty, so it is easier for me to upload it here rather than in 4chan. I ask some kind anon to please save the image and repost it ITT.
If someone wants other posts to be added, just let me now.
>Zoinks! You've taken a wrong turn.
>Let's split up, gang. If you're looking for an image, it's probably been deleted or may not have existed at all.
>If you are looking for groovy images, visit our gallery!
same man, i love this shit. cant ever investigate though because i live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, besides the music school here being somewhat well known, so nothing ever happens around here.
Scout anon here, noting suspicious from cars.
But if op can back up the stalking claims with a location of the coffee place, I'm free all night anyways so I'll do some investamagating.
I wish I had a gun though, like I said earlier it's probably fake, but walking around here at night is dangerous in general even without ukranian-rape-wendigos.
>polos and weird jeans and brightly coloured sneakers.
>not wearing a tracksuit and Adidas
what little credibility you had just went out the window
that being said, good pasta, except for the breaking up with your girlfriend part.
Yo dude, weird shit but I knew a kid named demetri in middle school and he looked exactly like that. Well, he was pretty fat in middle school. He wasn't THAT weird and now he's gay and posts a lot on Facebook
Scout anon reporting in, still has her skin and is currently waiting for op to return so I can get more info.
I might check back today in case they weren't working yesterday.
I'd like for op to give me some kind of idea on how to find them, also If anyone has any ideas on what to do with the little information we have.
Someone mentioned a wendigo because the mi'kmaq legends would match the location, but it doesn't sound like anything from the legends.
I'm considering going in if the thread is still alive tomorrow and actually going into the workplace and asking if a dimitri works/ed there but I'd need a cover story.
Maybe like "I have to drop a letter off could you give it to him" or something.
But at the same time that sounds risky.
Letter written, I'll find and envelope and drop it off tomorrow.
A better option would be to write a time and place meet up and someone could watch from afar.
But like fuck would I do that without backup or a weapon.
>be eldritch monstrosity
>survive through unknown ages
>born into the world from the chaotic sludge of the days before time was known
>prey upon, rape and consume countless humans throughout the eons
>become intoxicated on their blood
>be going into work
>"hey, Dimitri, we have a letter for you"
>for me? the horrible eldritch beast?
>open it up with my eldritch hands
>look upon the paper with my eldritch eyes
>it just says 'Shiggy Diggy.'
>LESBIANS and BISEXUAL WOMEN may attend, and will be treated as "HONOURARY HETEROSEXUAL MALES".
well at least he's inclusive
I wonder how many guys at those meetings spend the whole time trying to convert them to dick only.
You must be a blast at parties, friend.
OP your ending is shit tho, you can't just tack on an ending like that. I enjoyed your dog-man creature though, especially that high strangeness where he apologetically tried to lick your wounded hand. Definitely unexpected after he tried to rape the girl. Kudos.
Just spoke to my parents and they know someone who I used to work with who apparently knows a lot of Ukrainian folklore; going to try and see if I can talk to him; that shit be a bit spoopy.
Sounds kind of like a Vampir(e) since Eastern Slavic shit is different than the traditional Vlad the Impaler stuff.
Oh well, this was fun, /x/, even if it was just for kurking. The story was pretty decent, and I hope that we all share it on creepypasta threads every now and then.
If you ever read this, scout-anon; it would be nice if you reported back, even if it is just to tell us that you got scared/bored and decided not to go scouting, unless you are kill for real that is.