Kisah The Expressionless

cikatilia · Post time 4-8-2014 03:50 PM

The Expressionless

ceritanya..
In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown.

Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn't exactly human. She resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman's mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking "What in the hell are you?"

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

"I... am... God..."

The doctor's eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her "The Expressionless".

There was never a sighting of her again.

cikatilia · Post time 4-8-2014 03:52 PM

persoalan:
Is the expressionless woman real?
It creeps me out. Someone please tell me who create it if it's fake.

jawapan:
There is a lot of evidence both for and against the Expressionless Woman incident. First off, examine the appearance. The necessary plastic surgery to present such an appearance wasn't readily available in 1972. However, it is possible to cleanly shave the facial hair and create that same appearance with available cosmetics at the time. Also, she was wearing a bloody white robe. Given a lack of description, I am going to presume that it was some form of medical robe of the sort that was used during that time period in both hospitals and research facilities. In the picture, the clothing shown is not bloody indicating that they either changed her robe or the picture was simply a recreation.

Next, consider her state when found. It sounds to me like she was in some sort of catatonic or near-catatonic state as she did not provide resistance until the threat of sedation was presented. She may have had some sort of brain damage, may have been under the influence of some sort of drugs, or might have been some type of then-undiagnosed autistic. Any of those stimulus could provide this sort of reaction.

When threatened with sedation, she reacted with strength described as "extreme force". Again, we look to drugs or autism, both of which can present such a reaction given certain stimulus. That reaction would also explain the apparent strength and speed which she would have had to exhibit to attack the doctor and security forces effectively.

Her other behavior (the brief discourse and and reactions to others that she eventually exhibited) are most effectively explained as some manner of delusion, again either stimulated by drugs or some form of psychosis. A drug such as PCP combined with some form of powerful hallucinogen could easily have caused her to not only attack and attempt to consume a kitten but also the attack upon the doctor and the security forces.

There are logical inconsistencies. How did they not notice her teeth when removing the kitten from her mouth. It's possible they simply didn't notice as they were concerned with other things at the moment, or perhaps her mouth simply closed to fast for them to see. Likewise, even a drugged-out or autistic woman is unlikely to have had the necessary strength to lift multiple other humans who were actively trying to restrain her. Even with large amounts of adrenaline in the system, and even if that adrenaline were supplemented by a drug of some sort, the physics simply don't work out. Finally, how did the doctor relate his last view to the recorder of the story? While it is possible that he might have told it to another person working at the hospital with his last gasps, it seems inconsistent with the way the story is being told.

All that said, there are a few inexplicable occurrences as well. Primary among them is the reaction of other humans to her. This suggests a triggered fight-or-flight reflex, similar to the uneasiness that most people feel in a situation where intangible danger threatens. If you're a paranoid, you know the exact feeling. Then there is her initial appearance. The bloodstain is clearly from her "dinner" but the clothing itself would indicate that she is either an escapee from a hospital or sanitarium or some sort of lab. The picture presented with most versions of the story seems likely to be some form of recreation.

Based upon the evidence, while the story is creepy and the picture is downright scary, the logical inconsistencies in the story render it extremely unlikely to the point of likely untruth.
Source:
http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Ex... and logical deduction processes.

hatiluka · Post time 4-8-2014 05:04 PM

misterinye....

Artemesiaa · Post time 4-8-2014 05:16 PM

Nampak seram lak mukanya tu

cikatilia · Post time 4-8-2014 05:22 PM

The Expressionless
         Forty-one years this summer. Forty-one years. It’s almost hard to believe that I’ve lived this long since the day that so many of my closest friends died. Why was I spared? Why me and not the others? What made me special? Why did they have to die? So many questions… So many unanswered questions that no one- not even the police- would answer. The government had arranged the funerals for everyone. The media gave coverage for the victims- but nothing more. No search, not inquisition, nothing. The officials saw to it that no one investigated. No one could know that they messed up. Almost everything I currently own was purchased by “keep quiet” money from the government. If I sat still and thought, I could recall every horrific event from that day…

         The day was June 22, 1972 and everything was normal. I, Norman Goodwell, was the only male nurse at Cedar Sinai Medical Hospital. I was the luckiest SOB north of San Francisco. All of my colleagues were women and I was their best- straight- friend. Nothing could go wrong. My life was perfect. All that week, I had been flirting with Su-Li, the newest nurse from Japan. I couldn’t explain it, but there was just something about that girl. I could spend hours talking to her and she could barely speak English. I was going to finally ask her out that day. Su-Li would be dead by that afternoon.

         I was running a bandage run around the hospital when I got the call over my walkie-talkie. A woman was walking up to the hospital covered in blood and we needed to get her to the emergency room. No big deal. People got in accidents all the time and found their way towards the hospital. I switched my route back to the main entrance and rode the cart like a five year old on a shopping cart. I got to the lobby just in time to see the woman walk over the threshold of the automatic doors. Two things caught my attention apart from the blood.

         First, her features. She appeared Japanese, like Su-Li. Her eyes were slanted and she had dark hair. The disturbing part: she was a mannequin. Her skin was pale, almost white. Her lips were a perfect red, and her hair shone like plastic in the light. There were no marks on her body anywhere. She was, in all sense of the word, a perfect doll. Unnerving as her looks might have been, nothing prepared me for what I saw next. Clamped in her jaws with an unbelievable amount of force, she bit into the lifeless body of a small kitten. Only then did I realize that the blood soaking her white gown was not her own, but the cat’s. She gave one more firm bite into the animal before tossing it to the side and strolling toward the center of the lobby.

         Su-Li, myself, and our nurse friend Erica grabbed her and escorted her to a room on the third floor. Throughout the entire process, the woman maintained a blank look on her face. There was no boredom in her eyes, or sorrow, or happiness, or fear. There was no expression on her face. We got her to the room and laid her down on the bed. There she lay, calm and unfeeling. Erica took a picture of her as we laid her down. Su-Li called the police and told them about the strange woman and asked them what they thought we should do. We were instructed to restrain her for safety until they could arrive to look at her themselves.

         Slowly, the three of us moved towards the woman to strap her to the bed. She let us put our hands on her and lower her into the bed. As soon as we reached for the straps, however, the demon in the blood stained gown clicked into action. Almost impossibly fast, the woman lifted her entire body in one fluid motion. She turned her emotionless head to the side as she whipped her arms at each of us, desperate to hit someone. The commotion attracted the attention of a doctor passing by. Dr. Harold Weismann stepped into our doorway just in time to see the woman rise fully from the bed. When she saw the doctor, she smiled with all of her teeth. Of all of the things that I saw that day, I will never forget those teeth. Each was at least two inches long and no logic allowed for her to fit all of them in her mouth at once, yet here stood logic defied before my very eyes. Erica screamed and Su-Li stumbled backwards. I saw that the safety of everyone in the room was up to me. I stood and yelled for the woman’s attention. Her head turned around unnaturally on her head so that she now looked me in the eyes. I was aware of nothing more than her thin, sailing leg as she kicked me in the chest and sent me flying backwards.

         I hit the far wall near where Su-Li had fallen. We looked at each other without speaking and then turned our attention to the nightmarish scene that unfolded beyond our control right in front of our eyes. Dr. Weismann yelled for security before rushing the monster himself. He did exactly what she wanted him to do. As he swung with his fist, she met the blow mid stride and grasped his wrist with her doll-like fingers. The doctor had the common sense to ask the one question that we had all been thinking.

         “What in Hell’s name are you??” he yelled.

         In a voice that could have been a whisper or a declaration for all to hear, the woman said, “I……. am……. God…..”

         Then, with animal-like precision, she tore into his throat with her sharpened teeth. Blood covered the bed, the walls, and everyone in the room. At that moment, the hospital security barged into the room with guns raised. Quickly and expertly, the woman broke their gun holding arms and sent their shots spraying into the ceiling. Then, just as she had with the doctor, she killed the two grown men with bites to the jugular. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t fight. The only people in the world that mattered to me were either dead or about to be and I was powerless to stop it. Slowly- she was in no hurry- the woman walked to Erica. My view of Erica was blocked by the abomination, though the screams and blood splatter told me that she met the same harsh end. Now, the woman did the one thing I had been waiting for her to do. She moved across the room to where Su-Li and I lay. I covered Su-Li in my arms, hoping that the creature would kill me first. Instead, she simply pried Su-Li from my arms and killed her in front of me.

         I blacked out after that and everything was a blur. When I woke up, everyone told me that the woman was gone. No one knew where she went and no one had tried to look for her. I honestly couldn’t blame them. Since I was the only survivor of the massacre in that room, the press had a lot of questions to ask me. Unfortunately for them, the FBI got to me first. And the CIA. And the Secret Service. And basically every government organization that thought they could solve the mystery of the woman that many now called “The Expressionless.”

         I didn’t care about any of it. As much as I might have wanted justice, finding that creature was not going to bring my friends back. I spent years trying to run from the government and the press, and crazed sci-fi nerds wanting to hear my story. Eventually, everything calmed down and people forgot about “The Expressionless.” Something new happens in the world every day. But I never did. I could never forget those eyes, those teeth, those words…

         I guess that’s why I’m thinking about her now. It’s my 65th birthday today. I can’t help but wonder what Harold, or Erica, or Su-Li would be doing if they were still alive. If they had reached 65 like I had. So here I sit, in my favorite chair, at my only table, eating birthday cake alone, in my house on the outskirts of nowhere. No one can find me, and no one can bother me, except for the demons I create with me own mind. Wait, what’s that? I can hear something. Probably my imagination.

         No, there it is again. Words. Someone is talking. It’s not coming from the TV, that much I know. But where….?

         I can feel it now. A cold wind on the back of my neck. My heart is pounding. This is it. I’ve waited forty-one years to come to this moment. Nothing is going to stop me from facing my last demon. I turn around to see: The Expressionless. She hasn’t aged a day. She still looks the exact same as when she killed my friends, as when she left me alive.

         “Why?” I can think to ask.

         She looked at me and said exactly what I knew she would.

         “I…… am……. God……”

Note from the Author

Though the characters in the story are fictional, the events are not. The story of The Expressionless is a true one. On June 22, 1972, a woman resembling a mannequin really did appear at Cedar Sinai Hospital in California and kill many doctors, nurses, and security guards. If you wish to learn more, I encourage you to research The Expressionless in your free time. My heart goes out to the victims and their families.

link: http://overlyarrogant.weebly.com/the-stuff-of-nightmares.html