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Creepypasta #1045: What I Learned At University

Length: Long

TRIGGER WARNING: GORE, CHILD ABUSE

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My name is Henry Fitzgerald. Five years ago I was a student at the University of Cambridge and would frequently sit in on additional lectures just to try and absorb as much knowledge as possible. Now, I won’t bore you with all of the details of my course, instead I want tell you about one of these lectures in particular.

Studying criminal psychology, it’s no surprise that my favourite lectures were the ones where our professor would delve into the cases of serial killers. He would generally start by giving us a brief biography of the murderers themselves, he would then go into the gruesome details of the killings, and then finally explore why the culprit may have committed these crimes.

Normally, these lectures fell on a Friday afternoon and I would attend every single one. After a particularly long week, I was exhausted and decided I would skip the class this time. As I was walking through the hallways to exit the building I bumped into my professor, James. 

“Henry!” He grinned at me. “I hope you’ve already eaten lad, we’ve got quite the gruesome case in store for us this afternoon.” 

“Actually James, I don’t think I’ll make it today. I’m so worn out, I think I’m just gonna head home and sleep it off for a while.” I said, not wanting to see the disappointment that I knew was creeping onto his face. 

“Really?” He asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “Come on Henry, you’re this little group’s number one fan, you can’t quit on us now.” He said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.” 

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. I just hope this case lives up to the hype you’ve given it now.” I joked as we walked back down the hallway together. 

“Oh, trust me, this is some dark shit.”

Once we were in the classroom I was instantly glad I’d decided to stay. James loaded up the slide show he’d made on his computer and then the lights were dimmed so that the projection of his computer screen onto the wall made the room glow a light blue colour. 

“Alright guys, let’s get this started.” James said to the class as we slowly murmured to silence. “Now, as I said before, this case isn’t for the faint of heart and all of the victims in this case were children. This is your last warning before we start, in case you don’t think you want to see this.” He waited a few moments and nobody moved. 

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10/19/16

A regular customer come in today, a sweet older woman maybe in her 60′s. She reminds me of my grandma but younger, really cute long white braid and a nice smile. She always comes in and orders a glass of Michelob Amberbock. She sits at the same table whenever she comes in, one napkin under her glass and another next to it. She just quietly sips on her beer while watching whatever on tv. I talk to her occasionally, hi’s and bye’s, she had a plastic bag with her the last time she came and when I asked her what it was she said it was from a chinese place she went to for dinner, she told me how she ordered Kung Pao Tofu. She said they were nice and it was a family owned place and that she would greatly recommend.

She walked in today with the same bag, I walked up to her and asked if she had the same meal and she said yes, however it wasn’t as good this time. You see, she’s a vegetarian, and she questions whether or not the restaurant cooked her food in the same pan in which meat was cooked, because she could taste it. However, she didn’t want to give the food back because she figured it would be rude, you don’t return food that’s been given to you. She said after eating it, her whole mood changed. She was saddened. She tells me about her childhood and how she was raised on meat and potatoes, and how her family loved it but she never did, however they didn’t understand and made her eat it. When she finally moved out and started cooking her own food she said she felt freed. Like she could live up to her full potential. I could see how passionate she was about the subject and how the food had really dulled her mood, her eyes watered although she tried to hide it, I noticed of course. 

She continued to talk to me about her vegetarian life style, how she’s not trying to makes others feel they need to be vegetarian or that her lifestyle is the only one, she knows everyone is different and needs different stuff. She said her roommate doesn’t understand and she has no vegetarian friends. I said I understood, I’ve seen what they do to animals to food and I don’t like it, I’m not vegetarian myself but I’ve thought about it. I hate thinking of what we eat actually is, but my boyfriend flipped last time I brought it up.. Anyways, she continued to talk to me. We talked for maybe 10-15 minutes. Work was slow so it was fine. Then out of no where I hear my name being called to the office. I leave, and she thanks me for listening to her and as I walk in the office the manager says, “Oh, I don’t need anything, I was just saving you from her, she talks so much.” And I was so mad. This lady was talking to me about her life, about her bad day, her daughter, where she was from, her childhood. Everything and anything and yeah she talked a lot but I didn’t mind listening. It seemed like she needed to talk it out and I wanted to hear more. And for the manager to pull me away for that reason, I was outraged. I went to apologize to the lady and she was gone.

I never caught her name, but she’s so sweet. She really put a nice twist on my day. 

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10/19/16

So today was an interesting day. I woke up early because the apartment people were supposed to come and replace our dryer because the one we have now sucks. And guess what, they didn’t come. I also took my dogs a bath, and they’re now in their kennels in my room, which now smells like wet dog.. yay. At 5ish I left to work, I took my moms boyfriends car because my mom had mine and she wasn’t going to get home in time. His car was pretty cool, drove really smooth, the string wheel was huge but had a nice grip, the breaks were a little touchy though, however that can be over looked.. overall 9 1/2 /10.

We had a new manager at work today, she's alright. Pretty strict and a clean freak, which is a blessing and a curse. She’s 19. Which is kinda of weird because I’m 19 and she's supposed to be my boss. Anyway, work was slow. I was cleaning the dining room the most of the time. Doing register when they needed me..

A regular customer come in today, a sweet older woman maybe in her 60′s. She reminds me of my grandma but younger, really cute long white braid and a nice smile. She always comes in and orders a glass of Michelob Amberbock. She sits at the same table whenever she comes in, one napkin under her glass and another next to it. She just quietly sips on her beer while watching whatever on tv. I talk to her occasionally, hi’s and bye’s, she had a plastic bag with her the last time she came and when I asked her what it was she said it was from a chinese place she went to for dinner, she told me how she ordered Kung Pao Tofu. She said they were nice and it was a family owned place and that she would greatly recommend.

She walked in today with the same bag, I walked up to her and asked if she had the same meal and she said yes, however it wasn’t as good this time. You see, she’s a vegetarian, and she questions whether or not the restaurant cooked her food in the same pan in which meat was cooked, because she could taste it. However, she didn’t want to give the food back because she figured it would be food, you don’t return food that’s been given to you. She said after eating it, her whole mood changed. She was saddened. She tells me about her childhood and how she was raised on meat and potatoes, and how her family loved it but she never did, however they didn’t understand and made her eat it. When she finally moved out and started cooking her own food she said she felt freed. Like she could live up to her full potential. I could see how passionate she was about the subject and how the food had really dulled her mood, her eyes watered although she tried to hide it, I noticed of course. 

She continued to talk to me about her vegetarian life style, how she's not trying to makes others feel they need to be vegetarian or that her lifestyle is the only one, she knows everyone is different and needs different stuff. She said her roommate doesn’t understand and she has no vegetarian friends. I said I understood, I’ve seen what they do to animals to food and I don’t like it, I’m not vegetarian myself but I’ve thought about it. I hate thinking of what we eat actually is, but my boyfriend flipped last time I brought it up.. Anyways, she continued to talk to me. We talked for maybe 10-15 minutes. Work was slow so it was fine. Then out of no where I hear my name being called to the office. I leave, and she thanks me for listening to her and as I walk in the office the manager says, “Oh, I don’t need anything, I was just saving you from her.” And another employee says, “I was going to call you up but I didn’t wan to her rude

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10/19/16

So today was an interesting day. I woke up early because the apartment people were supposed to come and replace our dryer because the one we have now sucks. And guess what, they didn’t come. I also took my dogs a bath, and they’re now in their kennels in my room, which now smells like wet dog.. yay. At 5ish I left to work, I took my moms boyfriends car because my mom had mine and she wasn’t going to get home in time. His car was pretty cool, drove really smooth, the string wheel was huge but had a nice grip, the breaks were a little touchy though, however that can be over looked.. overall 9 1/2 /10.

We had a new manager at work today, she's alright. Pretty strict and a clean freak, which is a blessing and a curse. She’s 19. Which is kinda of weird because I’m 19 and she's supposed to be my boss. Anyway, work was slow. I was cleaning the dining room the most of the time. Doing register when they needed me..

A regular customer come in today, a sweet older woman maybe in her 60′s. She reminds me of my grandma but younger, really cute long white braid and a nice smile. She always comes in and orders a glass of Michelob Amberbock. She sits at the same table whenever she comes in, one napkin under her glass and another next to it. She just quietly sips on her beer while watching whatever on tv. I talk to her occasionally, hi’s and bye’s, she had a plastic bag with her the last time she came and when I asked her what it was she said it was from a chinese place she went to for dinner, she told me how she ordered Kung Pao Tofu. She said they were nice and it was a family owned place and that she would greatly recommend.

She walked in today with the same bag, I walked up to her and asked if she had the same meal and she said yes, however it wasn’t as good this time. You see, she’s a vegetarian, and she questions whether or not the restaurant cooked her food in the same pan in which meat was cooked, because she could taste it. However, she didn’t want to give the food back because she figured it would be food, you don’t return food that’s been given to you. She said after eating it, her whole mood changed. She was saddened. She tells me about her childhood and how she was raised on meat and potatoes, and how her family loved it but she never did, however they didn’t understand and made her eat it. When she finally moved out and started cooking her own food she said she felt freed. Like she could live up to her full potential. I could see how passionate she was about the subject and how the food had really dulled her mood, her eyes watered although she tried to hide it, I noticed of course. 

She continued to talk to me about her vegetarian life style, how she's not trying to makes others feel they need to be vegetarian or that her lifestyle is the only one, she knows everyone is different and needs different stuff. She said her roommate doesn’t understand and she has no vegetarian friends. I said I understood, I’ve seen what they do to animals to food and I don’t like it, I’m not vegetarian myself but I’ve thought about it. I hate thinking of what we eat actually is, but my boyfriend flipped last time I brought it up.. Anyways, she continued to talk to me. We talked for maybe 10-15 minutes. Work was slow so it was fine. Then out of no where I hear my name being called to the office. I leave, and she thanks me for listening to her and as I walk in the office the manager says, “Oh, I don’t need anything, I was just saving you from her.” And another employee says, “I was going to call you up but I didn’t wan to her rude

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10/19/16

So today was an interesting day. I woke up early because the apartment people were supposed to come and replace our dryer because the one we have now sucks. And guess what, they didn’t come. I also took my dogs a bath, and they’re now in their kennels in my room, which now smells like wet dog.. yay. At 5ish I left to work, I took my moms boyfriends car because my mom had mine and she wasn’t going to get home in time. His car was pretty cool, drove really smooth, the string wheel was huge but had a nice grip, the breaks were a little touchy though, however that can be over looked.. overall 9 1/2 /10.

We had a new manager at work today, she's alright. Pretty strict and a clean freak, which is a blessing and a curse. She’s 19. Which is kinda of weird because I’m 19 and she's supposed to be my boss. Anyway, work was slow. I was cleaning the dining room the most of the time. Doing register when they needed me..

A regular customer come in today, a sweet older woman maybe in her 60′s. She reminds me of my grandma but younger, really cute long white braid and a nice smile. She always comes in and orders a glass of Michelob Amberbock. She sits at the same table whenever she comes in, one napkin under her glass and another next to it. She just quietly sips on her beer while watching whatever on tv. I talk to her occasionally, hi’s and bye’s, she had a plastic bag with her the last time she came and when I asked her what it was she said it was from a chinese place she went to for dinner, she told me how she ordered Kung Pao Tofu. She said they were nice and it was a family owned place and that she would greatly recommend.

She walked in today with the same bag, I walked up to her and asked if she had the same meal and she said yes, however it wasn’t as good this time. You see, she’s a vegetarian, and she questions whether or not the restaurant cooked her food in the same pan in which meat was cooked, because she could taste it. However, she didn’t want to give the food back because she figured it would be food, you don’t return food that’s been given to you. She said after eating it, her whole mood changed. She was saddened. She tells me about her childhood and how she was raised on meat and potatoes, and how her family loved it but she never did, however they didn’t understand and made her eat it. When she finally moved out and started cooking her own food she said she felt freed. Like she could live up to her full potential. I could see how passionate she was about the subject and how the food had really dulled her mood, her eyes watered although she tried to hide it, I noticed of course. 

She continued to talk to me about her vegetarian life style, how she's not trying to makes others feel they need to be vegetarian or that her lifestyle is the only one, she knows everyone is different and needs different stuff. She said her roommate doesn’t understand and she has no vegetarian friends. I said I understood, I’ve seen what they do to animals to food and I don’t like it, I’m not vegetarian myself but I’ve thought about it. I hate thinking of what we eat actually is, but my boyfriend flipped last time I brought it up.. Anyways, she continued to talk to me. We talked for maybe 10-15 minutes. Work was slow so it was fine. Then out of no where I hear my name being called to the office. I leave, and she thanks me for listening to her and as I walk in the office the manager says, “Oh, I don’t need anything, I was just saving you from her.” And another employee says, “I was going to call you up but I didn’t wan to her rude

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“Cause, I guess that the death the words promised on the carton of cigarettes wasn’t for me.”

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…So that if I may not write beautiful books, I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater?

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via theliteraryjournals)

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My love .

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Wish I could go back.

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10/16/16

Today was fun. I drove back to my old side of town, the farthest I’ve driven so far. Took me about 45 minutes. I was able to see my family again, my aunt, uncle, nana, tata, cousins. Everything felt normal for once. 

I laid down on the bed with my tia and cousin and held my tias hand as we talked about everything that’s been going on. I stared at the design on the bed cover and looked at the clutter of stuff she had on the tv stand while she talked to me about selling the house. 

The house was so empty, they must have lived there for at least 16 years. Seeing it so empty felt weird- like all the memories went away each time they took a piece of furniture out. The whole moving process is definitely bittersweet but you know, it’s on to bigger and better things.

I went to my nana’s after that, I was scared to go over because I hadn’t spoken to her or my tata since I moved away with my mom and her boyfriend. But it was definitely nice, we talked about my new job and life in my new town, the people I met and what I did in my spare time. It was nice catching up. 

After that I drove back home, a long drive back although it felt shorter this time. Long roads and music. Being alone allowed me to be myself. To sing out loud to music, because why not? No one could hear me. To curse at the cars who drove to slow and who didn’t use their blinkers.. assholes. It was really soothing. That alone time. 

I went to see my boyfriend before all of this. I surprised him at work, told him to walk outside and as he stood outside looking around all confused, I watched him. Watched him fix his hair and his shirt, watched him eagerly check his phone, saw the smile cross his face as he saw me walking towards his. Although the whole visit lasted only about 3 minutes, that 45 minute drive was worth every second. 

Seeing him and seeing my family made me feel whole again, it temporarily filled the whole thats developed inside me since I moved away. It’s filled whenever my boyfriend visits, 1-2 days every week, but this time it was different. It was warm and inviting. I really missed that feelings. I missed seeing the family dogs, and walking into the familiar houses, and hugging the people that mean the most to me..

I don’t really know why I made this blog, I guess it’s because I watched too many episodes of “Friends” or because I couldn't sleep because I had too much in my head, but I’m really glad I did. I’m not much of a writer, but letting all these words out feels really good.

If anyones reading this, thanks for getting this far and reading something that means absolutely nothing to you. Although it means nothing to you, it does mean something to me. Like there are people willing to listen to what I have to say,

Thank you.

-Kamerina

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