The End Is Always Near - Myuu

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I am Myuu. A musician who loves writing dark piano songs. They are free to use as long as credit is given. I always try to make the music sound creepy and beautiful at the same time. In addition to my piano and horror soundtracks I also do orchestrated pieces and industrial/experimental work.

[stephiespooks]

This sounds like it could be on a movie soundtrack. Most of your stuff does, but this one especially.

[holyfordus]

I think the subtle meaning of that picture is this:

Even if you manage to overcome the obstacle in front of you, you will [most likely] not overcome the one that lies in wait behind it. Just out of the reach of your eyes.

Or maybe I'm just pulling something out of nothing.

[smilxy]

I have desperately searched for this song for weeks and now that I have finally found it, I can't stop listening to it. Thanks for this masterpiece myuuji!

[madraptor]

It’s been 3 days since you left the village, 3 days since you last saw another person, you grow weary from the isolation as the sun sets and winters embrace creeps ever closer. You consider setting up camp for the night, until you see another village in the distance, you pick up the pace, hoping to reach it before night sets in. As you approach the village you immediately sense something is wrong, there’s lights but, no cattle, no noise, no village guard, you slow your pace as you enter this seemingly abandoned village.

You walk through the desolate road, you want to shout “Hello” but your paranoia stops you, as you continue your walk you find a tavern, “surely someone or something must be in there.” You think to yourself. You enter the tavern cautiously, your sword drawn, your unsurprised yet concerned that the tavern is as empty as the village, you walk to the bar table, lighting a torch as you go, and find an open journal, the last page half written, you flip through it and find an entry around the same day you left the last village, you begin to read.
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3/14/1289
I hate Wendigo contracts. I genuinely do, but the village is paying top coin for me to deal with this problem so I can’t complain too much, still something about the forest irks me, even before I got here. Ah well probably just my paranoia, I should probably start getting ready to venture into the woods, this’ll be just peachy.

3/14/1289
That was no Wendigo, couldn’t have been, it looks like one, but doesn’t ACT like one, hell I saw it before it saw me. Lemme start from the beginning, might help me get a proper picture. I go into the woods, start looking for signs of Wendigos, half eaten animals, human remains, stuff like that, thing is, there was nothing to suggest a Wendigo resides here, aside from the deafening silence and lack of living animals of course. I climb atop a fallen tree and see something shamble to the right, I take cover and I see the damn Wendigo, but it doesn’t move like one, shambling, dragging its arms behind it, tripping on its own feet. It turned its head and I saw these weird looking pustules the size of my fist just...erupting from its skull. Wasn’t long before I saw the animals, they had the same thing the Wendigo has, a few wolves, some elk, a bear, and a bunch of small animals, foxes, rabbits, etc. They were following the damn Wendigo, I got away as quietly as I could, clearly I need to renegotiate my fee.

3/15/1289
Guess who’s getting extra gold for their troubles? This guy! After I got back I spoke to the leader of the village, telling him that whatever is in the woods isn’t a damn Wendigo, and that if he wants it dead, I’ll need more coin. Took more convincing but he gave in and now I’ll get a bit extra for my troubles, still that thing creeps me out, I’m positive it’s not a Wendigo, unless Wendigos can get sick, but I doubt it. Going back in there tonight.

3/16/1289
I brought the “Wendigos” body back to town, everyone and their mother just rushed out to see it, some know it all said I lied, that it was a Wendigo, I shut him up by pointing out how it’s face and body was covered in boils and pustules and how there were these weird black tentacle things coming out of its ribs and mouth, kid still called me a liar, kids these days, anyway I got my coin so I’m happy. I’ll probably move on, locals seem upset, just heard one yelling outside, apparently some peop-
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The writing stops there, you put the journal in your satchel and leave, as you leave you think to yourself “this doesn’t explain why this village is deserted.” You continue to walk deeper into the village, into the center of the village and see dead animals, 2 wolves, spears through their backs, their chest torn open, strange black tentacles protruding from their eyes and mouths, you look towards the center and see the body of the Wendigo, on the ground, it’s chest ripped open. You carefully approach the body, you poke it with your sword, then stab its head, once you’re confident it’s dead you get closer and see it’s torn open chest more clearly. Eggs, there were eggs in its chest, dozens of eggs, all hatched, the ground surrounding the body is covered in a white liquid that appears to glow, as well as blood. The realization dawns on you, whatever happened here happened just before you got here, frantically you turn to try and see if anything is still here, nothing, there’s nothing at all.

You ignore the overwhelming dread as best you can and move on, as you approach the otherside of the village you see footprints, dozens of human footprints, all moving to the same way you are. You carry on however, despite your gut telling you to turn around and run, you carry on, eventually making your way out of the village, you then see the footprints diverge and move into the forest, still moving forward. As you continue along the path you see a road sign, an arrow pointing forward saying “Ukinfel” and one pointing behind you saying “Sladinfar” as you read you look to the right and see a few wolves, walking along the forest edge, one stops and looks at you, its right eye replaced with a black tentacle, it’s jaw missing, white bulbous pustules erupting from its head, it then carries on, following the others back into the forest.

[demspookz]

-I've been hunting the beast for days now. The forest just grows darker and more ominous as I struggle through the rivers and damp under growth. All light from the sun has been completely consumed in the perpetual blanket of fog and darkness. Day by day my sanity wears away as the cold and dark burrow their way into my mind and soul. My grip grows ever tighter on my bow as I wander through this hellish place. I fear that I am no longer the hunter, but the hunted. The end draws near, the End is always near...

[crypticechoes]

The Man told the child
"Beware the outerwilds
For Nightmares live here
Its best to treat all with Fear"
The Child began to cry
The Mother gave a sigh
And warned the child
"Silence or the Beasts will be riled"
Nearby something began to breathe,
They ran to hide behind the leaves,
They hid beneath the tree,
The beast wouldn't let them free,
It stood above the tree,
Looking for those that flee,
"Worry not, there's nothing to fear"
But the child knew: The End was Always Near.

[OmegaTC]

Something about this piece has always given me chills. It really does carry the vibe of "Look over your shoulder, as your demise could be approaching at any second"

Every corner you turn might be your end. Every breath you take could be your last. Momento mori my friends...the end is always near.

[C-isme]

I've seen many people write stories in the comments, getting the inspiration from listening to this phenomenal song. However, I will be doing something different: Telling a story in the narrative of an unknown great evil, so here goes.

"You don't belong here. Don't you know how treacherous it is to be wandering around aimlessly, not knowing what lies ahead? At any given point, something can be watching you very closely, waiting for the moment to strike. Me? Oh, I may not belong here either, but you don't even know the first thing of who I am... Or what I am.

Now you will pay heed for what I'm about to tell you, because looking at you disgusts me. There is no such thing as peace. It matters not how tranquil things seem, how pure of heart an individual can be, or the morality and justification just to live happily. Only when the conflict ends for good can that quiet be achieved. And let's face it: Conflict keeps occurring, doesn't it?

One day, it shall be spite that consumes everything, devouring at those sought to control such a strength. Only I understand this more than anyone else throughout time and beyond. That is because I embody nothing but pure hatred; Hollowed Spite. My name matters not to you, as you now look into the eyes of your absolution. And with yet another mistake of flesh to decease, it is an epitomal reminder... That the end is always near."

[TK-kishon]

For years I have heard your music in creepy pastas… some in movies… and most of the time in creepy videos… one day I thought I’d find your channel, and it seems it’s come to it. I’ve finally found your masterpieces in all its glory. I can finally rest knowing I’ve found your music. There’s something great about the feel, and the dark motion that these songs bring… you’ve made songs worthy of listening too for years. That’s hard to do, but something about these songs is always great…. Thank you for giving us the masterpieces you’ve blessed us all with

[CreepyPastaSavie]

Can't go wrong with Myuuji music for Creepypasta narrations. Thanks a bunch. :D

[artemisarrow]

I swear, sometimes I wake up with this song in my head... but I'm not scared, in fact, I'm very relaxed 0-o

[moonlighthunter]

The days have blended together ever since I was separated from my hunting party. How long ago was it, again? A day? A few days? A week? A month? Ugh, I’ve lost count. Only constantly on the run from the monster that ambushed us.

My provisions have since run out, and I sat beneath a tree that has long since fallen, riddled with vines and moss as I drank the last sip of my water. Did the others survive and make it out of this god forsaken place. Did the monsters that live here kill them? These thoughts have plagued my mind ever since.

Then, I heard it.

That same growl.

It was here.

I froze, staying perfectly still for fear of making even the slightest sound.

But I couldn’t mask the stench of my fear.

And I was certain that this primal fear will be the end of me.

I could only watch in horror as a large, black, clawed hand dug into the rotted bark, followed by the hideous face of my hunter, its shining green eyes piercing mine.

[micaelsilva]

Sempre que escuto essa musica me vem a voz do Matheus na mente "Fala assombrados.."

[matthewstewart]

This made me come up with a story.

I am lost in the woods, I've been here for several days. Running from the unknown, whether it is chasing me to or from a destination I do not know. I do know that I have to keep running, or else the beasts with the minds of men will well and surely kill me. I come across a strange cabin, inside I am greeted by a terrifying sight, the beasts that are chasing me have been here before, and they know I am here, I quickly arm myself, a shotgun, an army rifle, and a knife are my only weapons. My wits come into play, and as they come in, I quickly set fire to the cabin as the beasts entered, at least if I died I would take them with me. And this is it, this is my last journal. If anyone reads this, beware the other beasts that are out there.

And there it is.

[milkybbqubes]

It’s been 6 months since the outbreak happened. Everyone is affected..l well.. maybe not everyone. It all started 6months ago, me and my best friend Harry we’re chilling at his house, drinking beer and getting drunk. As we were enjoying the night, a news report came on. It stated that a mysterious outbreak had started nearby New York. Us, being the drunk men we were, thought it was some illness and it wasn’t going to catch us. A couple of minutes later we heard banging on the door, Harry opened the door and the last thing I heard was a terrified scream before he was killed. Now, the zombie outbreak has spread across the world, it’s terrible... nobody I love is well... human. I have no choice but to survive on water and deceased animals. While I travel from bunker to bunker, I see places that were a big part in my childhood, like the frozen yogurt place or my old elementary school. I miss those simpler 1990s summers, but now it’s a war zone, zombies and humans. If your reading this I’m probably dead, or I’m probably at a different bunker. Just so you know, everything will be ok, don’t cry don’t worry, just stay brave, and see you on the other side....
~Mike

[RCTCrashes]

I roam these woods every day. What is it about them at night which fills my heart full of dread? I trudge the well-worn path, sticks breaking under my feet as I fight to make it to the cabin across the river. Sounds fill my head, and I begin to panic. I must get home. Primal instincts rush through my brain as my feet frantically patter against the ground, yet I feel as if I am going nowhere.

I scream for help, but nothing comes of it. My own voice is stifled by my otherworldly fear. Shapes move in the darkened trees, and shadows jump about every corner.

Snarling. I can hear the snarling groans of the creatures of the woods.

The light from my cabin comes into view. I must cross the raging river to get to it. At once, my fears are realised. The vicious canine is blocking my path. I can't get by. Either I drown, or I die. 

I have nothing to protect myself.

My life must end.

[TheCreeperXIII]

Myuu, i can't wait for the day that you make a piece that is both creepy and fast paced!!

[Psyker_Unredactus]

this song always gives me a chill down my spine. Its that good.

[guywithacreativename]

This song can fit backrooms alot. Considering that your sanity gets drained by each second, fearing the creatures that can kill you in 9 million levels of glitchy world, with a fate worse than death.

[rickenman]

I was a 911 call-taker/dispatcher in Portland, OR and received a call from a strung out girl. Story was she said her boyfriend had been doing meth for three days and owned a lab. She was screaming that he had wiggly, purple worms in his arms and there was blood everywhere.

Turned out that they were his veins. He was literally out of his gourd on crystal meth and tearing at his flesh and ripping out his veins! I did not want to live my life on their night shift taking calls like that so it wasn't long before I switched professions.