Creepypasta #1180: Pen And Ink
When I got to class, I found a pen in my backpack that I’d never seen before. I must’ve accidentally taken it from someone at the library, I thought. Oh well, they probably wouldn’t miss it.
The professor still hadn’t arrived, so I opened my notebook and doodled a caterpillar on a leaf. After I moved on to drawing a flower, I noticed something wiggling on the paper.
The caterpillar was crawling around the leaf.
I slammed my notebook shut. When I peeked, the caterpillar was making its way down the stem. I ripped out the piece of paper, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash just before the professor walked in.
“I don’t know how it’s doing that,” I said to my roommate, Alan. I sketched a butterfly, and it immediately began to flutter around the paper.
“Whoa,” he said. “What happens if you write words?”
That hadn’t occurred to me. I wrote the word water. Within seconds, the entire sheet of paper melted into a puddle of water. It spread across the table and dripped onto the floor.
“That was not what I expected,” I said as I ran to get a towel.
As I returned, I saw Alan get another sheet of paper and write fuego in huge letters. With a roar, the paper was consumed by a burst of flame.
“What are you doing?” I yelled as Alan started laughing. I grabbed my water bottle from my backpack and dumped its contents on the table. The fire went out, leaving a huge scorch mark.
“Hey, this is awesome!” said Alan. He pulled up his shirt sleeve. “Can you do me a favor and write over my tattoo? It’s Chinese for ‘strength’. Maybe it’ll turn me into the Hulk.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”
“Okay, I’ll do it then.” Before I could move, he snatched up the pen and hastily traced over the tattoo on his shoulder.
I frantically searched, but the pen was nowhere to be found. Staring at the large, snorting animal in front of me, I realized that his tattoo didn’t mean ‘strength’.
It meant ‘pig’.
To those unfamiliar with Chinese characters:
Strength: 力量 Pig: 豬