Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Plastic Faces

Plastic Faces

  It’s called ‘Capgras Delusion’—the psychiatric disorder, assailed by which a person will firmly believe that someone close to them is in fact an impostor wearing a mask There have been studies made, which prove that the delusion is not belatedly-onset schizophrenia, but simple physical brain damage A neurological connection gets severed, these studies show, between one’s mechanism of facial recognition and one’s established emotional response Suddenly, your Bobby or your Sue turns to their mother and no longer recognizes their...[Read More]

Rating: 7.0. From 54 votes.
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March 21, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness
i remember

I Remember

I remember the house from my childhood I remember it being my uncles' I remember the rather odd fashion the house lied in - ruins And I remember my father telling me not to talk to my uncle, that he was a poor role-model I never saw my uncle after that, and I don’t know why I recall these things as I arrive on the decrepit, burned-down property As I close the car door behind me, undergrowth in the forest behind...[Read More]

Rating: 5.5. From 57 votes.
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March 20, 2018 Creepypasta Locations & Sites
A Quiescent Volcano

A Quiescent Volcano

The sky mirrored how he felt on the inside It was a cloudy day; the morning looked exactly the same as it did this afternoon Grey and gently snowing, the wind whistled through the air and managed to be louder than the car horns on his way home from work At a stoplight, he punched the steering wheel and shouted with tears in his eyes, not caring who was watching him in the cars beside him He walked through the front...[Read More]

Rating: 6.9. From 34 votes.
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March 20, 2018 Creepypasta Beings & Entities
when i was not my own

When I Was Not My Own

Being trapped inside your own body was the kind of horrible thing you'd hear about coma patients and those who suffered from sleep paralysis, but not really as a deliberate prison; or even such a literal one That was all my body was for some time, I can't even remember A waking, walking, talking, nightmare fueled prison with the warden being not of this world I had no voice, no power, no control, and no choice I was bound by...[Read More]

Rating: 7.3. From 79 votes.
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March 19, 2018 Creepypasta Beings & Entities


I’ve always been a creature of the city The cold, hard streets The tall, luminous sky-scrapers And the people All self-absorbed in their own little stories to be concerned with person next to them on the subway, or the person they just rammed into trying to get where they needed to go It’s where I was born It what I’m used to But sometimes You have to take a break from uniformity and treat yourself And that’s exactly what I...[Read More]

Rating: 6.2. From 106 votes.
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March 17, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
lost in the snow

Lost in the Snow (Kate’s Story)

It's 3am and I still can't sleep Actually, I haven't been able to relax at all since we got back from our camping trip My mom keeps telling me that I'm still in shock from everything that happened, but I disagree Don't get me wrong, I gag every time I think about seeing Jake's body, and the thought that Ani could have suffered the same horrible end makes me want to break down in tears But, that isn't what's keeping...[Read More]

Rating: 6.6. From 138 votes.
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March 15, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
the fog

The Fog Part: 1

So, I’ve been on the road a lot lately I feel like road trips are the perfect time to wind down and release a lot of pent up stress I myself go on road trips when my job becomes so stressful that I want to quit, when family members pass away, or to deal with the horrible images I’ve been seeing in my dreams lately Let me take a step back first My name is Michael and I work in sales...[Read More]

Rating: 8.2. From 165 votes.
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March 14, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness, Murders & Deaths
The Molendinar Burn

The Molendinar Burn

  Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jitters—not by a long shot The small flame bewitched his green eyes just below the bent spoon full of rose-gray powder This last week of panhandling had been kind to him It was likely shit quality riddled with impurities, but that...[Read More]

Rating: 8.2. From 133 votes.
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March 13, 2018 Creepypasta Beings & Entities, Murders & Deaths, Strange & Unknown
the shed

The Shed

Richard’s hands shook slightly as he returned the blood-streaked hammer to the workbench Unable to bring his eyes up to focus on his true task, he watched as a small clump of flesh slid down the side of the wooden handle, leaving a dark crimson trail in its wake Even in the dimly lit work shed, he could see a cluster of short, dark hair protruding from the tiny piece of scalp Richard tasted the sour hint of vomit at...[Read More]

Rating: 7.1. From 142 votes.
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March 12, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness
the threshold

The Threshold

My long, spindly legs silently clamber across the crumbling wall of the basement wall as I stalk my prey A few more strides, and I sink my fangs deep into the side of my helpless victim's abdomen as it uselessly struggles to free itself from my grip But I haven't always been in this hideous body; once, I too, was human That is, until I reached the nowhere town of Worshire, a desolate place surrounded on all fronts by an eerie...[Read More]

Rating: 6.4. From 97 votes.
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March 11, 2018 Creepypasta Strange & Unknown

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