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xx Genesis Creepypasta
« Thread started on: Sep 15th, 2012, 6:52pm »

I got this idea when some YouTube guy announced a contest about creepypastas, but I never got around to writing it. So, here is my beautiful story, which I wrote in a day.

The Supper of the Mighty One
I consider myself a dedicated Genesis fan. Even at 22 years old, younger than some of the members' children, I'm just crazy about them. I've been to only one concert, back when I was 17. Since then, I've kept up with their music. Not because I still love it (though I do); not because they have finally taken time to remaster and update their catalog (though they are). No, I'm doing it out of pity. Self-pity, pity for the band, it's a pity-palooza over here. Why do I feel so bad for these musicians? I regret ever knowing, but I think if I vent a little, it may help me cope.
It was 2007. Mid-September, I believe. My girlfriend and I were almost at our hotel in Philly, the city of brotherly love. More importantly, it was the city that Phil and the gang were setting up base in for their very last tour together. Michelle, though she agreed to join me, was a hipster before it was popular (pun intended). She was a huge Peter Gabriel fan, and hated Collins with a passion. I would have mentioned to her that he played with Gabriel even around the same time as Duke, but there are some people that just aren't worth arguing with. She's like Fox News, only a lot more intelligent.
As we pulled in through the parking lot in the pitch black night, Miss "Invisible Touch is a Piece of Cockadookie" had just half woken up from a deep sleep. I was so tired I could have fallen asleep driving, so I was eager to finally park the car and get a bed. Just as I was pulling into an open spot, Michelle screamed at the top of her lungs, lunging her arms back and forth. I practically had a seizure right there, but once I recovered, I stopped half a foot from the concrete bump and tried to calm her down.
It took what seemed like an hour, but her breathing eventually slowed and she started talking in complete sentences.
"I- I saw Magog!" she stuttered. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I tried to respond anyway.
"What do you mean? No one is here, sweetie. Now just calm down and rela-"
"PETER GABRIEL. IN HIS MAGOG COSTUME." Now, I knew what she meant, but I was even more exasperated.
"You were probably still dreaming, honey, " I said with a sigh.
"THEN WHY IS THERE BLOOD ALL OVER THE WINDSHEILD?"
I looked towards it, but I saw nothing. I began to turn my head back towards her and reply, but I heard a slight hum. If you've heard the end of the Sgt. Pepper album when you were younger, where the high pitched ringing starts, you have a good idea of what this was. I swiveled my head back in the direction of the windshield to figure out what it was, and then I saw it. There was a gooey, dark liquid all over the windshield. It wasn't blood, though.
Blood isn't black, and it certainly doesn't bubble like a boiling pot of water.
I gasped for air, not believing what I saw. How didn't I see this earlier? Why did Michelle see it before me? How did running over young Peter Gabriel in a Magog costume create this? Most importantly, what the hell was this stuff?
Then I woke up.
I survived my lapse into sleep with only a dent in the adjacent car and a perturbed girlfriend. I was still in shock, but I got over it and received my key for room 26, a medium sized area on the second floor. We gladly went to sleep, until I heard a knock on the door. It was 3:30 in the morning. Who would come to my room at this time? In fact, why would someone come to my room? It's not every day someone knows my room number and visits me, even during the day.
Reluctantly, I got up and opened it. No one was there, but a VHS tape was lying on the ground. I turned it over and the label read, "Video Diary- Genesis recording their new album, 1972. Transferred from Super 8 film."
At this point, I came to the logical conclusion that I was dreaming again, so I decided to watch the tape and see what my subconscious had in store for me.
Amazingly, the hotel had a combined VHS and DVD player with the TV (most hotels don't even have anywhere to plug in RCA cables), so I put it in, turned down the volume so my dream girlfriend wouldn't start screaming again, and pressed play.
The tape (or film, I'm not sure if this was from the transfer or was already there) wavered a little bit, and then a face came up on the screen. It took me a moment, as VHS and 8mm film are both very low-quality formats, but I realized it was Peter Gabriel from the early 70's. I mentally congratulated my subconscious for sobering up, because the last dream cold only have been created on a abnormally high dose of cocaine.
Peter adjusted and bumped the camera a bit, which told me he was using the type of film with optical sound (most 8mm is silent). Subsequently, he started talking. He basically said that he wanted to document the creation of the next Genesis album (from the label, it must be Foxtrot). He saw that the band was starting to become popular, and he was thinking about releasing this footage as a documentary in the future. Clearly, he was starting to become interested in film, which would show itself more clearly during the Lamb album and tour.
I had to remind myself, though, that I was simply having a good dream, so I wouldn't get too disappointed when I woke up. I sighed and glued my eyes back on the screen. Pete did mock interviews with the other band members. First Mike, then Tony, and finally Steve and Phil together, since they were still newcomers. So far, it was mildly entertaining. Tony had a lot of his signature "British humor" (or, to be accurate, "British humour").
Then, the camera cut to the actual sessions. The first song they were doing was "Watcher of the Skies". Apparently, it had been fleshed out during the Nursery Cryme tour, so all they did was make some minor tweaks and record it. I was even more entranced by the introduction here than on my CD copy. It might have been the fact that I could see the band playing it, but it was almost unnatural how good quality the actual song was compared to the talking bits of the video. "Well, duh," I thought, "it's a dream. You're probably just remembering the real version here."
Anyway, they glossed over the other songs and some in-between discussion. They played Can-Utility, which they also had played before, but they changed the lyrics a bit since they were originally just mumbled out by Peter. Tony guided the recording of Time Table, which was not played before. Gabriel even took some snippets of Hackett playing Horizons. All he had so far was the part inspired by some classical or baroque piece, i.e. the beginning. Then came Get 'Em Out by Friday.
This one took more effort, and Tony complained every now and then that Peter was putting too many lyrics on. The singer did have this problem, which was magnified in Battle of Epping Forest and the Colony of Slippermen on later albums. They kept going, and they did well. However, near the end, something told me my dream had only switched from cocaine to acid. Peter started getting more irritable, and the last time Tony complained, Gabriel slapped him. I was still interested, and I knew I could wake up any time I wanted, so I awkwardly made it through the recording of this one so I could hear Supper's Ready.
Have you ever read creepypastas before? They're like ghost stories of the internet. There's Slenderman, Smile.jpg, and every other ungodly nightmare you could ever imagine.
This is where I started to feel like I was in one.
Okay, so Tony suggested using some pieces of old music he wrote during university. I hadn't known he wrote the most epic piece ever to come from any Genesis member right after he and the band wrote the sappiest, weakest album to come from the 60's. I was impressed by his improvement, to say the least. He didn't sound proud, though, since he was still feeling weary of Peter. Gabriel liked the idea, though, and offered to write some lyrics.
When Tony demonstrated his developing music for Lover's Leap, Pete went into a sort of trance. He started describing the story of the lyrics that some have heard. Basically, he was with his wife once and she seemed possessed or something, so he and a friend and producer, John Anthony, restrained her and got her to act naturally again. Later, Peter looked outside and saw a different lawn and a bunch of people standing on it.
When the tale ended, there was a long awkward pause. Suddenly, Pete started talking again. He wanted to make an epic poem of sorts, a side-long medley. He wanted to get all of "these feelings" out. I didn't feel very much at ease, and neither did Tony apparently, because he waited a while before responding. When he did, he sort of awkwardly tumbled through saying he had a few different songs on hand, and Peter could write the words if he really wanted to.
The video suddenly cut to static, and I thought the original camera ran out of film. But when I went to shut the TV off and wake up, some footage came back on. The band was playing through Apocalypse in 9/8, and the camera started about 2/3 of the way into the keyboard solo. Peter's climactic "666" part was just about to start when I realized something.
No one was there turning on the camera when the video started. I don't know how 8mm cameras work, but it couldn't have even been timed. They had obviously been playing this section for a few minutes now, longer than the camera would wait. Then, as Gabriel started singing, I saw a red glow in his eyes. Soon, his entire body had a slight red glow to it. His voice had much more power to it than on the final record; I don't mean to be all "it was hyper-realistic" and crap (FYI, I'm very genre-savvy), but it was true. It almost seemed like he was singing in harmony with himself.

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« Reply #1 on: Sep 15th, 2012, 6:53pm »

Continued...

Tony was visibly upset, but he was just barely in the moment enough to continue playing. As Peter sang, "In BLOOD, he's writing the lyrics of a hip brand new tune," Phil looked towards the camera. An unsettled look came on his face, even more so than seeing Peter become possessed or whatever was happening, and he stopped playing. The band continued for a moment, but they all soon stopped and looked too. Phil came right up to the camera lens and said, "Who turned this thing on?"
As if right on cue, Peter started convulsing and writhing in pain. He fell, and the rest of the band came rushing after him. I couldn't hear well over the shouts, but I heard a satanic voice, one that sent chills down my spine, say something in Latin:
"Vos rebellavit contra dominum vestrum!"
I later found out this means, "You rebelled against your master."
The singer suddenly burst into flames, ones that consumed the entire room in fire and death. I could hear his agonized shrieks. Somehow, he was still alive, though his suffering now was worse than death itself. I watched five minutes of Peter Gabriel slowly dying while his band mates watched in sheer terror, quivering in fear. Eventually, I snapped out of it and decided to wake up from this nightmare.
Usually, blinking really fast several times wakes me up, so I tried that. Nothing happened.
I started to panic, thinking this was actually real, but I remembered that sometimes it doesn't work right away. Every now and then, it takes a little while. So I kept blinking to a great singer's agonizing wails for what seemed like an eternity, but it was to no avail. I couldn't wake up, so I finally decided I was awake the whole time. I switched off the TV instead, planning to burn the tape or something else just as permanent.
The video kept playing.
This is where I finally broke down and cried, seeing nothing else I could do. A couple hours later, Michelle woke up and ran over. She saw the video, which by this point had less fire and Peter's screams were more like whimpers. Even so, she shrieked louder than if she'd seen the Devil himself, and started hitting me, thinking this was a sick, twisted prank I was doing. I started to hastily explain what I had gone through, but the TV exploded.
The hotel management listened to my story, but they could've cared less about someone's "regrettable nightmare". I don't know if that tape was real, what happened to it, if Peter Gabriel was replaced in a Paul-is-dead kind of way, or anything else. I went to the concert, but I hated it. I couldn't stop worrying about Phil, Mike, Tony, Steve, and Peter. To this day, I don't know what I saw, but I will never forget.
I'm going to send this now, I think someone is at the door. I have a doorbell, but they knocked. Odd.
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« Reply #2 on: Sep 15th, 2012, 7:26pm »

shocked You one messed up fool undecided that was very unsettling
nice work coming up with it
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« Reply #3 on: Sep 15th, 2012, 8:08pm »

It was actually going to have more explanation to it when I first got the idea, so by now (months later) it became more of a summary. Be glad you never got to hear whatever it was I was going to write. smiley
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« Reply #4 on: Sep 15th, 2012, 8:31pm »

on Sep 15th, 2012, 8:08pm, PhillyPhilPhil wrote:
It was actually going to have more explanation to it when I first got the idea, so by now (months later) it became more of a summary. Be glad you never got to hear whatever it was I was going to write. smiley

Well, i might not hear my favorite Gen album the same next time laugh
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« Reply #5 on: Sep 20th, 2012, 01:45am »

Well. That was unusual. I need to find more of this stuff. Can you right another one? Please?

I'm writing a fanfic about the band, it's not a creepypasta, but I'm proud of it.

Hopefully your fic will get some traction online.

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« Reply #6 on: Sep 22nd, 2012, 10:20am »

I am writing a story (not creepypasta) based off of One for the Vine. I guess I'll post it when it's all edited and stuff.
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« Reply #7 on: Sep 22nd, 2012, 12:49pm »

I'm contemplating posting my fanfic. Although I AM terrified about what the fans here would think of me.
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