Creepypasta #1 Smiley Face

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10. January 1963. Berlin, Germany. The following document has been found in an nazi doctor hideout after he was found dead with an engraved smiley face on his chest. Document found and preserved by BND (Bundesnachrichtendienst). 21. February 1950. My colleges an me are still in the preparation phase of the Smiles Project. The patients that we have found are 5 jewish homeless males. The preparation should be done within the next three days when the medication comes. 23. February 1950. Preparations are going fine, except that one of our patients already tried killing himself by cutting his arm open with a glass piece of a window with he broke earlier. Luckily one of the guards noticed it and reacted quickly. The testings are starting tomorrow as planed since we got the medications this morning. 24. February 1950. The patients are took to the testing room where the first dosis of the endorphin overacting medicate (short EOM) was injected has been given. Patients were acting confused and a bit scared. 26. February 1950. Its day two since the first dosis was given, we got the orders to give them a second dosis but this time doubled. We need to keep an eye on them, no one knows what the reactions on a doubled dosis are. 27. February 1950. Patients are starting to act a bit odd. Some of the doctors are scared to stay in the same room with the patients. They are sitting on the floor with a bright smile on their face, shaking there head and silently singing. We are taking them to a short health test tomorrow. 28. February 1950. One of the patients assaulted a guard with a chair, as the guard was ordered to bring the patient to a short health lookup. The same patient smiled brightly at me, i asked him why is he still smiling, he responded with "give us more" and started laughing. I was quite scared, but luckily the other ones were not as bad as he was. 1. March 1950. All patients were given the double dosis again, the slowly starting to creep me out.. One of them sits in the corner, shaking his head and singing, its gets louder and louder. He doesn't respond to shouting from the guards. 2. March 1950. Can't stand this place anymore.. I couldn't sleep the whole night because of those freaks.. They were singing all the night. This place is getting creepier and creepier.. The patient who cut his arm open before the actual beginning of the tests hidden a piece of glass in his shoe and cut a smile in his face while the others broke 1 of the 2 lights in the room and hid in the unlit corner and laughed. I can't believe what's already happening and my thoughts are getting worse as i think that they get another dosis tomorrow. 2. March 1950. If it keeps going like this we're going to need more guards.. as we were giving the dose to the patients one of them jumped a guard with that glass piece they thad inside and cut his throat open and started licking his blood.. as the two other guards went in, he pulled the dead guards gut but lost his head in the assault try. The other ones had emotional drops.. some were crying then laughing some just looking. 3. March 1950. As if the mess from yesterday wasn't enough, both of the assisting doctors were shot by a guard for refusing to work.. Im left here with 2 more guards and 4 of those freaks.. this test won't go on as long as planed i guess.. i mean, im the only doctor here and there getting more creepy from day to day.. we even needed to lock the door since the "smiley guy" is standing right at the door and staring at us.. it feels like hes starring right through my soul. 4. March 1950. They knew that they're getting their next dosis today so they all were standing at the door, singing, screaming, bagging for more, as if they couldn't live without it. One guard got psycho from hearing all the screaming that he shot him self. Im not going to keep on doing this.. i can't.. i took the gun of the guard while the other was bringing the medications for the prisoners. I shot the door open where the prisoners were and ran to the main door. I home they're not going to get me. (footage ripped out) 7. January 1963. Its been 13. years since i escaped the experiment site, but i still get the chills when i think over it, but whats more creeping me out is the fact i found a letter with a bright smiley face on my porch this morning..