Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction

Creepypasta

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When thinking back to my earliest memories, nothing is concrete. A string of hazy images come to mind like random snapshots out of time, each one associated with certain feelings and emotions. They are imbued with a mystical dreamlike quality, a gift born of childhood naivety. The magic of every Christmas when Santa was still real, for example, is an experience of pure joy that is lost with maturity.

Many of these snapshots are impossible to place in any sort of context. They’re just…there, sunken in the crevices of the brain without rhyme or reason: playing with my dad’s beard in a wood-paneled room, him smiling down at me – comforting. Or discovering a long row of marching ants in someone’s wooded backyard, all by myself – exciting. Some of them don’t even seem real in hindsight. Did I actually fall from that tree by the lake, only to land on my feet without a scratch? Was it really a dream?

I don’t think so. Sure, I have memories of distant dreams, but there is a clear distinction between the dreams and reality of my past. I don’t know how I can tell, I just can. And for this reason one memory has always troubled me. The experience was so surreal, and yet certain details stand out with marked clarity.

I’m not exactly sure when it happened. I couldn’t have been older than five or six. My brother and I were sleeping in our bunk bed. Because he was older, he got the top bunk. I had just woken up, but it was still nighttime. Something felt different. I remember seeing and smelling the rain, but not hearing any. The window was open and it was very cold in the room. Why was the window open? The curtains were gently flapping but there was no breeze. The quiet was so intense it buzzed through my ears. I’d been lying on my side, with one arm dangling off the edge of the bed. Gradually I became aware that it was warmer near the floor. I felt some kind of heated breeze gently strike my hand, coming and going in short bursts. Finally I recognized it as someone’s breathing.

Then the woman slid out from under my bed. The nightlight showed that she had long blondish hair and wore a white nightgown, and in the dimness I thought it was my mother. I wasn’t at all scared. It’s funny how a child’s mind works. [i]What’s mommy doing under the bed? Must be getting something, or checking for monsters.[/i] I was too tired to say anything and remained motionless, watching. The woman was on her back, but her face stayed in the shadows. She rolled over and crawled on all fours to the far end of the bed, then glided up the ladder to the top bunk. Her every movement was silky smooth and completely silent. She reminded me of a white ribbon dancing in the wind. I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep.

I also remember my brother telling me about a weird dream the next morning. He’d dreamt of a woman who lived “under the floor” and came out at night to play in the rain. When her clothes got soaked, she went back inside and would whisper things to anyone who was sleeping. It became a recurring dream for him until our family moved out of that house.

Strange, what the brain chooses to remember.

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Credited to alapanamo

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  • Delta Snowmann

    Excellent pasta. The sheep creepiness of having someone or something crawl out from under your bed is usually your biggest fear from age 6-10.

    And the fact that she moving so silently and both children only think she’s a dream really shows how easily we can use positive excuses for a traumatic event(s).

    Great Pasta, would eat until I was raped my Tony The Tiger

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    • Unknown Author

      I agree. Well, I agree with all creepy pastas because I just love them. It’s like making your worst nightmares come alive and they become part of you and everyone who reads them!

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  • Paulie D.

    such good writing.. but not very creepy at all. I mean, I loved the writing and the way it completely took me in – I especially love the line “The quiet was so intense it buzzed through my ears.” -. I give it 9/10, a measly 1 point off for weak creepiness

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  • Paulie D.

    such good writing.. but not very creepy at all. I mean, I loved the writing and the way it completely took me in – I especially love the line “The quiet was so intense it buzzed through my ears.” -. I give it 9/10, a measly 1 point off for weak creepiness

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  • http://www.dylanangladamusic.com/ Dylan A.

    E-Excuse me, please? What the hell is going on in this story?

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  • Re:2

    Intriguing. Moar plz.

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  • Ohai

    Not really all that scary, but weird. The good kind of weird. Good pasta.

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  • nev

    at first, ididn’t think it was creepy enough but the more i thought about it, the more i was glad that it didn’t end with ‘and she turned around and had no face/eyes/a really wide smile/etc’ or ‘in the morning my brother was gone and i was the only one who remembered him.’ the woman doesn’t seem all that malevolent, but certainly no less creepy.

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  • BananaCorn

    Hey, this made it on the main site. Good job, OP.

    Liked it on the forums and liked it on here. 10/10

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  • TheHedonist

    Creepy, and made creepier by the woman’s apparent lack of malice. Really. If she’d tried to hurt them this wouldn’t’ve been nearly as eerie. Often what you don’t know is spookier.

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  • zoopa

    i wish i had a woman slide out from under my bed and fuck me in the rain

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  • Someone

    thats kinda creepy but not realy scary if this realy happened then thats weird O.O just because i can :)

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  • Lacy

    Sometimes a creepy story isn’t by what is written to be ‘dramaticly scary’ but by what is just presented. This wasn’t writen to be ‘creepy’ but a presentation of facts. He wasn’t scared by that woman under the bed, but in ways he should have been.
    The fear comes in later upon review of the details, the silence of the woman, the shadowing of her features, the way he moved… the unreal and frightening mixed together in a complete and utter silence.

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  • Nathara

    Agreeing with everything Nev said.
    Also, beautifully written.
    I’m also glad she was blonde instead of having black hair. Too much of that.

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  • UndeadBuddah

    Really good read. I was sucked into the story immediately and I have to agree that the fact she wasn’t malevolent actually gave the pasta a new quality, and almost seems like a sequel could easily be written.

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  • Jenny T.

    Interesting thing to read after it’s been raining all day…

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  • Flash37

    I AM THE ONE HIDING UNDER YOUR BED, TEETH GROUND SHARP AND EYES GLOWING RE-

    …No, wait, that doesn’t really work, does it? Whatever.

    I liked this pasta very much for the simple realistic-ness of it. I am tired at the moment so I don’t want to go into detail; But 10/10

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  • http://channelislandsghosttrackers.com Deathbecomesme

    Mmmmmmmm….excellent pasta….The atmosphere of the story brought up strange memories from my childhood…that I thought were dreams…..10/10…..plz write more…..

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  • Dusk

    The fact that the woman/creature/god knows what was not clearly evil was a nice touch.
    I wonder what she was doing “playing on the rain”.
    Maybe she was just…Having fun.

    Good pasta overall

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  • Amelora

    I really like this one. It wasn’t trying to force “scary” on you; It was legitimately ‘creepy’. Cobwebs on your arm creepy.
    I found at the end my first thought was “oh I don’t like that” because it had an emotional effect. That made me really appreciate it.

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  • stranger

    Not creepy, I did like it, but I’m not certain it belongs here. It seemed more endearing to me, since she wasn’t threatening at all. Of course, I’d be scared at MY age, but only because I have a logical mind, not that of a child. It’s kind of like that movie Darkness Falls, with the tooth fairy, only not scary. XD;

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  • YumYumVagoo

    “[i]What’s mommy doing under the bed? Must be getting something, or checking for monsters.[/i] ”

    ^That ruined the whole story for me.

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  • Damien

    Sounds like a rather beautiful kinda haunting, rather tranquil-sounding in nature. A blonde-haired woman who lived under the floor, and came out at night to play in the rain… When she got wet, she’d return back indoors to whisper things into the ears of sleeping people…

    It actually sounds like some sort of natural entity, like something from Pagan folklore. The White Lady, the Rain Dancer, She Who Whispers To The Sleepers…

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  • SMAR!

    Ending could have been better… Aside from that. Perfect.

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  • The brown stain on the wall

    No one died, was disfigured, or ate haunted pizza, so not that creepy. However, the writing was perfect.
    Writing- 10/10
    Creepiness- 3/10 (only because I thought it would end up scary.)
    Overall
    6/10

    Alapanamo, if you make a really scary pasta with writing like this, it would be awesome.

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  • The blue stain on the wall

    I need another bowl of this story.

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