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The Trap

The Trap

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.

When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.

And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”

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HellIsEmptyAndAllTheDemonsAreHere avatar
Vae Vobis
6 years ago

Boy, those were some hungry, bitter Germans. You could say they were sauerkrauts.

7 years ago

Good read

Thanotops avatar
7 years ago

The author should be found. I suppose he/she has made others which we’d most likely like to read. Although this Pasta being small, it still gives a big punch. The original, however is still a lot better.

Crystal07 avatar
7 years ago

I’ll now be forever suspicious of meat. Wow…

TheCreepLord avatar
7 years ago

This was decent but still a repeat of a repeat of a repeat nothing original

Fujoshi avatar
8 years ago

Seems a downright shame
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice, plump frame

Wot’s his name has
Nor it can’t be traced!

Business needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift as a gift
If you get my drift, no?

Seems an awful waste
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is? When you get it
If you get it
Good, you got it

Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Business never better using only pussycats and toast
And a pussy’s good for maybe six or seven at the most
And I’m sure they can’t compare as far as taste

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
Well, it does seem a waste
Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always, it’s an idea

Mrs. Lovett, how I’ve lived
Without you all these years, I’ll never know
How delectable, also undetectable
Think about it

Lots of other gentlemen’ll
Soon be comin’ for a shave
Won’t they?
Think of all them pies

How choice
How rare

For what’s the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?

Those crunching noises pervading the air
Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd
Yes, all around
It’s man devouring man, my dear
And then who are we to deny it in here?

These are desperate times
Mrs. Lovett and desperate measures are called for
Here we are, now, hot out of the oven
What is that?

It’s priest, have a little priest
Is it really good? Sir, it’s too good, at least
Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh
So it’s pretty fresh

Awful lot of fat only where it sat
Haven’t you got poet, or something like that?
No, y’see, the trouble with poet is
‘Ow do you know it’s deceased? Try the priest

Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps
But then again
Not as bland as curate, either

And good for business too
Always leaves you wantin’ more
Trouble is
We only get it on Sundays

Lawyer’s rather nice
If it’s for a price
Order something else, though to follow
Since no one should swallow it twice

Anything that’s lean
Well then, if you’re British and loyal
You might enjoy Royal Marine
Anyway, it’s clean

Though of course it tastes of wherever it’s been
Is that squire on the fire?
Mercy, no sir, look closer
You’ll notice it’s grocer

Looks thicker, more like vicar
No, it has to be grocer, it’s green

The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves
Do a lot of relatives favors
Is those below serving those up above

Everybody shaves
So there should be plenty of flavors
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below

Now let’s see, here we’ve got tinker
Something pinker
Tailor? Paler, Butler? Subtler
Potter? Hotter, Locksmith?

Lovely bit of clerk
Maybe for a lark

Then again there’s sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark
Try the financier, peak of his career

That looks pretty rank
Well, he drank, it’s a bank
Cashier, never really sold
Maybe it was old
Have you any Beadle?

Next week, so I’m told
Beadle isn’t bad till you smell it and
Notice ‘ow, well, it’s been greased
Stick to priest

Now then, this might be a little bit stringy
But then of course it’s fiddle player
No, this isn’t fiddle player, it’s piccolo player
‘Ow can you tell? It’s piping hot then blow on it first

The history of the world, my sweet
Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr. Todd
What does it tell?
Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat

And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd
Who gets to sell
But fortunately, it’s also clear
That, but everybody goes down well with beer

Since marine doesn’t appeal to you
‘Ow about rear admiral?
Too salty, I prefer general
With or without his privates? ‘With’ is extra

What is that? It’s fop
Finest in the shop
And we have some shepherd’s pie peppered
With actual shepherd on top

And I’ve just begun
Here’s the politician, so oily
It’s served with a doily
Have one, put it on a bun
Well, you never know if it’s going to run

Try the friar
Fried, it’s drier
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy

Then actor, that’s compacter
Yes, and always arrives overdone
I’ll come again
When you have judge on the menu

Wait, true, we don’t have judge yet
But we’ve got something you might fancy even better
What’s that? Executioner

Have charity towards the world, my pet
Yes, yes, I know, my love
We’ll take the customers that we can get
High-born and low, my love

We’ll not discriminate great from small
No, we’ll serve anyone
Meaning anyone
And to anyone at all

Fujoshi avatar
8 years ago


positivelyinfected avatar
8 years ago

This is amazing! I love this so much! I think it is definitely a “mind fuck”. :3

KryssiPasta avatar
8 years ago


Poppletron avatar
8 years ago

Near Perfection.

8 years ago

Perfect, I find the more sinister ones are the better ones.

Irrelevant avatar
8 years ago

But who was phone?

PinkLemonade avatar
9 years ago

Yes; perfect creepy factor, perfect twist.

IAmBread avatar
9 years ago

This was a good one! Short and captivating, 10/10 breads.

RavenLeFae avatar
9 years ago

Interesting and creepy 🙂
And am I the only one who began humming the tune to Sweeney Todd’s “A priest”? lol

9 years ago

It’s called creepypasta because it’s a creepy version of copypasta, in which case short stories from the internet are copied and pasted over and over again. The bloody point is to repost it, and the person who submitted it didn’t even claim the story as their own. The original author is clearly stated as “Unknown”. The person who submitted it (hey, Creepypasta Indexer, look at that), copied it from another site word-for-word, that’s how the creepypasta thing works.

10 years ago

Thanks for butchering this pasta.
The original post is titled ‘The Blind Man’s Favor’
And it’s FAR better written than this garbage.
Don’t go modifying other people’s work and posting it as your own. Not cool

10 years ago

Interesting concept

10 years ago

Oh shit…

10 years ago

this is a good story but was taken from a horrible histories book so…