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Laura



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

Laura looks at the clock on her dashboard which reads “5:43”. She curses herself for staying late at work, but there was just too much to do to justify leaving early. Being Valentines Day, she knows she should have made an effort to get home on time to be with her husband. They managed to somehow get the kids out of the house for the weekend and the thought of missing out on this opportunity for some alone time is nearly frightening.

Rolling into her driveway, she notices something posted on the door. The stack of papers on the passenger seat is stuffed into her bag as she exits her minivan and walks up to the door. Her eyes squint the whole way, trying to make something of this disconformity. It’s a note. She reads it and her heart sails.

“Meet me inside for some fun…”

Part of her feels her level of guilt double, being that he has put some real effort into this special day, but the other part can’t wait to see what her husband has cooked up. She turns around to see if anyone is watching, slightly embarrassed that perhaps someone has seen this sultry example of foreplay. No one. She tears off the note and dances inside, giddy with excitement.

The lights throughout the house are all turned down while candles burn, their dim ambiance casting soft rays of amber against the beige walls. She tosses her bag to the floor and starts searching. The second note is found in the kitchen, stuck to the side of a can of whipped cream.

“You’re almost there. Come to the bedroom and bring this with you.”

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Her heart is pumping with anticipation as she grabs it and makes her way to the staircase. She grasps the banister with her free hand, arms shaking. Each step has a rose petal placed delicately on it and rich vanilla cascades from a candle perched somewhere in the dark abyss of the hallway. Reaching the top floor she sees another note on the door to the bedroom.

“Welcome.”

She quickly fluffs and fixes her hair before flinging the door open, standing in the threshold in her sexiest stance. The bed is made up with heart shaped pillows. A bottle of champagne is chilling in a bucket of ice. More candles fill the room with light and scent but something is wrong. Her husband is nowhere to be found. Confused, she looks around finding one final note across the room, stuck to her dresser.

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“Your husband is dead. Perhaps you would like to join him in the closet?”

Credit To – DtheJG

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51 thoughts on “Laura”

  1. The ending was way too abrupt, the serial killer cliché would have been tolerable had you maybe gone into some depth with how the serial killer murdered her. It just seemed like it shouldn’t have ended so soon.

  2. Fullmetal Pipsqueak

    I thought this was going to turn into some hot and kinky porno at first and then saw the ending and remembered this is Creepypasta, not Redtube. Lol. Not a bad story, though. It’s short and sweet with a little plot twist at the end. I just want to know who the killer was. :/

  3. Hash-Slinging Slasher

    I think the ending ruined it for me. It’s not very creepy. I think for a creepier effect, instead of finding her husband in the bedroom, some random guy is there with duct tape and a camera. That would have sent chills up my spine.

  4. I think her husband did do all the other stuff and the notes but somehow someone killed him and wanted to keep with the theme? Idk that’s thenonly sense I could make of it

  5. “bring this with you”… and the point of bringing a can of whipped cream was…?? other than that it was very good. :D

    1. Everything up until the last note was her husband’s plan for them.

      If you seriously don’t know what whipped cream has to do with sex well… I won’t go into it.

  6. IWillPoopInYourBedSheets

    Meh. It was okay I guess. The ending disappointed me. I would have wanted it to be scarier than “your husband is dead”. Yeah, I guess it was a bit of a twist but I mean, c’mon it IS creepy pasta we’re talking about here. It’s not gonna be some erotica 50 shades of gray or something. I just wish the ending was better.

  7. It could’ve been better, I think. I thought it lead up to something more exciting then, “Your husband is dead.”
    I don’t know. I was just disappointed.

  8. Aw man. At first when I was reading this I thought it was just going to be a kinky erotica story. But then I realized that this is a story posted on creepy pasta, and then BAM the ending showed up.
    It’s a great story :3 Short and sweet.

  9. The only thing I really found creepy about this was the fact that the main character had the same name as me.
    Saying that, I knew there was a reason I never liked V-Day…:P

    1. My condolences Miss Laura, perhaps your husband’s death shocked you to the point of Amnesia. Happy Valentines day.

      P.S. I killed your husband.

      DUN DUN DUNNNNN~~~

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