Creepypasta Origin Stories

Patchwork man

So this is an original creepypasta from @ultramarine42 and I like the story.
Also sorry for taking so long but summer is soon on the way and with that comes less stress and more free time!

I can still remember the first time I heard about the patchwork man. My best friend at the time, Simon, had told me some ancient Mayan legend about what a tribe did to appease their god of life.

"Dude, I'm telling you, this group of Mayan really did mutilate themselves just so the parts can be put back together by their high priests!" Simon would tell me every time we brought up the subject, which was basically ever day during year 10.

"You really don't believe that crap do you Si? I mean how would they even animate that thing?" That was always my counter argument, mainly because Simon would shut up about it afterwards. That is until some time during year 10.

It was a weekend, sometime in the Easter holidays I'm pretty sure, that I got a phone call from Simon, and from his voice you could tell he was over excited.

"Jeremy, I'm going to need you to come over mine!it's really important." He literally screamed down the microphone. Holding the phone at a fair distance from my ear, I waited for him to calm down until I told him it had better be worth it.

Getting up off my bed and putting on my favorite pair of jeans and a Hollywood Undead T-shirt, I went downstairs to get my shoes and noticed that no one was in. Maybe they had all gone out and not told me? It wasn't unusual for them seeing as I was asleep most of the time.

Just in case my family got home before me I left a note on the fridge saying I had left to go to Simons.

Leaving the house was the biggest mistake I have ever made...

Taking a slow walk to Simons house, I started to notice that the kids that usually play in the streets weren't outside. This made me paranoid seeing as this was one of those neighborhoods where you couldn't go five seconds without a kid pestering you.

After walking for about 20 minutes I made it to Simons house. I was about to knock on his door, but he opened it and dragged me inside before I could do anything. He had his lights off, but it was the middle of the day so there was no need for them to be on, but his house did look a lot darker then usual.

"What was it you wanted me for Si? I was busy doing nothing." I asked him, cause if he didn't have a good reason to call me over, then I was going to be pissed... But what he told me brought a chill to my bones.

"I've done it Jerry... I have nearly made a patchwork man..." He said it as if he was scared to tell me everything, but when he told me I just laughed at him.

"Hahahahahahahaha, you really had me going there bud! Making me think you actually mutilated a ton of people to make some mythological deity, that was a good one..." I said wiping a tear of joy from my eyes. I almost wish I had believed him when he told me...

"Bro I'm serious! Its down in the basement, come check it out." So he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me towards the basement door. As he opened it that's when I smelt the rancid stench. I thought the waste pipes had burst down there or something but before I could do anything, I felt a large object hit me in the back of the head, knocking me forward and down the flight of stairs.

All I could feel going down was intense pain as I hit nearly every step, and a large throbbing sensation at the back of my skull. Struggling to keep conscious I saw a silhouette walking down the steps, a large pole in hand.

"I'm sorry it had to go this way Jerry, but it needs to be done for the god of life..." And, before I could react, the figure hit me over the head with the pole, until I finally black out.