Urban Legends And Tales

Ticci Toby

By; Kastoway

I had to sit down and listen to the story and write it down on here. It took me a long flippin' time but he's by far my favorite creepypasta so it was worth it. Everybody clap for me and I hope you enjoy the story!

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The long road home seemed to go on and on. The road continued to stretch in front of the vehicle endlessly. The light that shone through the branches  of the tall trees danced across the widow in random patterns. Every once and a while obnoxiously shining in your eyes.

The surrounding was full of deep green trees, forming a forest around the road. The only sound was the sound of the cars engine as it traveled down the path. It was peaceful and let of a serene feeling. Although the side seemed like a nice one it lacked any form of nice for both passengers. The middle-aged woman behind the steering wheel had neat short brown hair that fit her complexion quite well.

She wore a green v-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Diamond stud earring decorated each of her ears which partially showed from behind her haircut. She had deep green eyes which were brought out by her shirt and it seemed to make them more noticeable. There wasn't much significance to her appearance. She just looked like any average mother that you would see on tv shows and such but one thing for sure made her differ from those average mothers. And that was the dark bags under her eyes. Her facial expression was gloomy and sad although she generally looked like one who smiled a lot.

She would sniffle every once and a while and occasionally glance back in the rear view mirror to look at her son in the back seat who was hunched over partially. His arms held tight around his chest and his head pressed against the cold window. The boy lacked any normal appearance.

Anyone could blandly see that something was wrong with him. His messy brown hair went in every which way and his pale almost green skin was brought out by the luminescent lighting. His eyes were dark unlike his mother's and he wore a white t-shirt and scrub pants that had been provided to him by the hospital.

The clothes that he had worn before were so shredded and blood-stained that they weren't wearable anymore. The right-side of his face bared a few cuts along with his split eyebrow. His right arm was bandaged up all the way to his shoulder which had been shredded when his right side had been hit with the shattered glass.

His injuries appeared to be painful, when really he couldn't feel a thing.

He never could feel a thing.

That was one of the glories about being him. The many challenges that he had to face growing up was growing up with the rare disease that caused him to be numb towards pain. Never before had he felt himself get hurt. He could have lost an arm and felt nothing. That and another major disorder that he faced was the one that deemed him many insulting nicknames in the short time he attended grade school before he was moved to homeschooling. Was his turrets syndrome, which caused him to tick and twitched in many ways that he couldn't control.

He would crack his neck uncontrollably and twitch every once and a while. The kids would tease him and call him 'Ticci-Toby' and mock him with exaggerated twitching and laughing. It got so bad that he turned to homeschooling. It was to hard for him to be in a common learning environment with seemingly every kid poking, or more like stabbing fun at him.

Toby stared blankly out the window. His face was empty of any depict-able emotion and every few minutes his shoulder, arm, or foot would twitch. Every bump the car tires hit made his stomach turn. Toby Rogers was the boys name. And the last time that Toby remembered riding in a car was when it crashed. That's all he thought about. Unconsciously replaying everything that he had remembered before he blacked out, over and over again.