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Nails



Estimated reading time — 5 minutes

They say that the hour of three A.M. is the time when spirits can become active, and I’m sure of that. My apartment was always a little too quiet for one in the city, especially at night. No drunk shouting in the street at that time, no sound of car horns and alarms could penetrate the dark at that particular hour. It’s like my apartment was high on a platform, surrounded only by a dense fog that the sharpest of hawk eyes couldn’t penetrate. I was usually attempting to sleep at that time, after bleaching my skin in the pure electric light of my computer screen. Emphasis on the phrase attempting, because from that stems this tale. I advise you, if you’ve been here long enough to find it, you’ll soon discover of what I’m talking about. I should really tell you anyway, just so you know you’re not insane. I know I’m not.

Every night for the past four months that I decided to make this apartment my home, a strange sound would pierce the strange blur that surrounded my home– or maybe just my mind. I have searched the apartment many times for it, but behind the hollow-sounding ivory walls and hard pine floors, I couldn’t find any source. The sound, at first, was like scratching. If you have fingernails, drag them along a table. Like that. It was slow, and every time I heard it, I froze up. It wasn’t as dramatic as anything like ghostly moaning or anything like that, but it still scared me so much I reverted back to childhood and stuck my head under the blanket.

During the day I worked at what could possibly be the most boring place on earth, a factory that stamped out cans. They didn’t even need workers, but I really didn’t care. It paid the bills, and getting to sit around until someone needed help fixing a machine wasn’t too bad. I sort of miss it. There was always something bad happening though; in retrospect, I feel as though it was following me. For instance, a man’s hand ended up being caught in the stamping machine under a sheet of aluminum. The crunch was sickening, it sounded like a dog chewing upon a bone. That same splintering sound.

Every night, I would retire from this slightly gory boredom to my apartment, back to my beloved computer. The cycle was always the same. Work, computer, scratching sound. I never really thought to ask anyone about it, I would usually forget about it by morning.

But one day I didn’t. I sat there in my folding chair at work, surrounded by the drab, bleak grey concrete walls, a long ignored cigarette that was gradually becoming one trembling tower of ashes in my grasp, trying to think of a way to discover whatever this thing was. Why wouldn’t I just follow it? Get my nerves together and find the continual source of fear for me. It made me cold just at the thought, but I knew I had to do it.

So that night, I turned off the computer as usual, but then took one extra step. I grabbed a flashlight. It would be faster than dashing across the room to my light switch. ‘It could even be mice,’ I thought to myself as I slipped into bed, wearing the hero’s garb of any sleepy man; a pair of boxers and socks. At least if I ran crying out of the building, a few people could get a laugh.

The clock slowly began to head towards three o’clock. My heart began to pound nervously. Like a sword I held the turned-off flashlight to my bare chest. The necklace around my neck felt strangely cold, even though I had at least three comforters on. Oh, the joys of a particularly cold winter. Closing my eyes, I heard the scratching. Slowly it got louder. My hand began to shake, but I kept my eyes shut. Why wasn’t I turning on the light? Why wasn’t I looking? Because there was a new sound. A tinkling, strange shaking, like a maraca full of metal instead of beans or beads.

A loud thunk against my door made me leap up. Turning on the flashlight, I managed to run to the light switch and flick it on as well. With an icy, trembling hand, I opened the door.

What I saw will never leave my mind. There was the source of my fear, the thing that had somehow invaded my home. An oddly small, waif-like creature, like a starving child with skin that was too pale. It was like a corpse dropped in water, for its skin was tinged with blue. Every vein was visible. Oh, how I wanted to gag at the sight. But it gets worse. Strategically placed in this demented creature’s flesh, long metal nails were embedded. Through the tips of its fingers and toes, sticking out of its neck and shoulders, down its chest and out of its eyes. They were everywhere. How loudly I screamed, I didn’t know. Would anyone hear it through the fog surrounding my house? Would I hear it? I couldn’t stop staring. The dried, cracking blood against that decaying flesh brought up my earlier meal, and a gushing hot river of vomit poured out of my mouth onto the ground.

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I backed up as the creature took a step. Its lank hair was missing in chunks, and as it stepped closer, its feet dragged upon the floor, the nails in them making…a scratching sound. Why I had to keep my room in a state of continual chaos, I don’t know, but the mess was astounding. Of course I fell. Scrambling back, I stared in horror at the dead thing.

It didn’t move right, I realized. It didn’t just walk. Its motions were snappy and disjointed, and one foot dragged behind it while the other advanced towards me. In its hand, there was a heavy, rusted hammer, dripping with what I hope was water. It was slightly rust-colored. I couldn’t bear to see it, but in the other, there was a plastic grocery bag that sagged and poked out with the weight within it, like if someone hung a porcupine from a diaper. I felt the wall against my back. The creature moved forward; I was paralyzed with fear at the sight of it. It was so grotesque. In front of me, it stopped. I noticed the puncture marks upon its tiny calves where the nails were, and I felt a strange sense of pity.

The bag in its hand split a little, and the sight of what was within made me let out an audible, and most likely bile-scented groan. A nail jutted out. I cried out loudly as the thing pounced upon me, as I felt the first nail go into my eye, it was worse. Through the blood blocking my vision, I could see its tiny mouth pull back in a widely-toothed smile, the nails in its lips making them split and gush rotten black blood down onto me. I moaned in pain again as another nail entered my second eye. Blindly I swatted, but it was to no avail. Perhaps it would be over soon. Perhaps death would be better than being tormented by this rotten thing. But still, the nails entered. Still I cried out loudly, especially when I was dragged. I couldn’t see where, but damn, it hurt.

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It’s gone now, the nailed child. I don’t know where it went, but I know somewhere, it will be coming out at three o’clock. And so will I.

I think you ought to check your clock, because it looks like this bag in my hand is about to split.

I’m so excited to see you.


Credited to astharot

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150 thoughts on “Nails”

  1. Saw this one around the internet, and it’s one of the best I’ve seen. My only criticism is the cliche ending – it lacks originality. This is still an amazing read that’s really memorable. 9/10.

  2. The monster was original, the pasta a bit weak.
    Also, I cannot really be scared by a tiny, suffering monster who needs you to open the door in order to actually do you harm, and would wait behind it forever night after night until you finally help. It seems like it wouldn’t really be too hard to get rid of it (a nail in the eye isn’t nice, but what if the narrator hadn’t fallen?)

  3. When I finished reading this, I looked up at my alarm clock. It’s 5:14 in the morning. MOTHERFUCKER, YOU LATE!

  4. There was a movie that had pretty much this same creature, down to the movement, and putting nails in it’s victims…

  5. I liked it. But I have to agree with everyone else. I’ve only recently started reading Creepypasta, and most end like this or along these lines:
    “I’ve been turned into the monster/antagonist, and you’re next.”
    Well, there’s a whole line of you people, so get in the back, malnourished Nail Boy with blue skin.

  6. Awesome, just simply awesome. It was really original, I would never have guessed where it was heading. The creature reminded me SO MUCH of pinhead though! 10/10

  7. Oh god. It’s 2:49, and i heard something behind me just as i read the last line. I’m not going to bed now. I’m staying here in front of my computer forever.

  8. This story really related to me mostly because every night I wake up in the middle of the night with fear, not knowing why. Usally it’s because I feel as if I being watched, or I hear strange noises, but what really caught me about this story is its always 3:00-3:30 when I wake up, always.

  9. “…I decided to make this apartment my home, a strange sound would pierce the strange blur that surrounded my home”
    Too much repetition here with “strange” and “my home”.
    I just couldn’t really get into it.

  10. I would give it a 9/10, also thanks for this I have my exams this week and wouldn\’t be able to sleep, well not without my Baseball bat…

  11. I would give it a 9/10, also thanks for this I have my exams this week and wouldn’t be able to sleep, well not without my Baseball bat…

  12. Im home alone, 2 in the mornin, and not a sound in the house but i just got both dogs on my bed now and im freaking out now

  13. this one actually gave me chills lol im sure if the people hadnt been reading it from like an english teachers perspective they wouldnt have noticed the grammar mistakes because i didnt well done author this freaked me out quite a bit. i has a few mice in my attic because im out in the country and i know i freak when they run around now ill think its a little nailed up baby ugh fuck lol

  14. If this was true, I would take a revolver and before opening the door, say… my bullet cant wait to penetrate yo rotten flesh

  15. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!! Couldn’t you make it a bit less personal?!?! WTF dude!!! I’m scared shitless now!!!
    FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  16. My friend is making me pull an all-nighter with her because of this.

    I just read this to understand it, laughed my head off. That was weak.

  17. Ok, admittedly I get creeped out really easily, but this seriously gave me shivers! It’s not even night here, but I still found myself listening carefully and afraid to move, well done, great pasta :)

  18. Instead of letting the monster impale his eyes when he opened the door, he should have got on the floor and walked the dinosaur.

  19. I love the comments on this thing.

    “How can you type if you have nails for fingers” “BUT WHO WAS DOBBY?” <- lolies.

    Creepy as hell, but I’m a big softie for creepy / scary stuff at 2 in the morning. Loved the wording, I don’t know why people ride your crack about spelling on a website of all places. Keep it goin!

  20. The nails in eye part was kind of annoying, not gunna lie. The ending was actually unexpected and put a smile on my face. Interesting read.

    7/10

  21. Decent. There are a couple of sloppy ends. Why did the monster decide to come to his room that night? Why did the character decide he wanted to drive nails in people? Other than that, the structure of your sentances is hard to follow, and the imagery left a lot out. For most of the story I imagined him sitting at his desk and hearing the scratching. And needless to say, the end is disappointing.

    What imagery was lacking throughout though, was made up for in the climax. Wow that’s terrifying. And It was interesting you chose to throw pity in with fear. It did sound pretty miserable, especially with the comparison to a child. As I usually wake up in the early hours of the morning, I think I’ll come back and read this at night.

  22. I’m a little bit frustrated with this story. Not only is it just one of those “things that go bump in the night” type stories, but it lacks the plot that normally entices me to read scary stories.

    Regardless, the story of the “Golden Arm” was scarier then this.

  23. jesus christ so i’m reading it and then someone turns on a flashing light. it lights up the dark kitchen to my right so i look over and what else do i see but my cat’s red eyes staring back at me?

    fuck ;____________;

  24. Your writing style is flawed. The ending was predictable.
    Vomit is useful when it\’s actually spewed ON the perpetrator.

  25. I liked it, but yeah, the “you are the demons” ending was pretty forced. Like you were worried we wouldn\’t get it, so you needed three different “i\’m the monster now and imma getchu” punchlines.

  26. It\’s 2:54.
    Guess I\’m not going to bed any time soon now…

    FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

  27. that really cool kid. (who is a girl btw)

    and i rlly dont understand wat pasta every1 keeps talkin about…..i would b very happy if some1 explained this 2 me :)

  28. that really cool kid. (who is a girl btw)

    lmfao he kept saying penetrate in the begining of the story so it just was not scary bc of that…..use some better word choice next time XD

  29. Holy shit, that was actually a pretty good pasta,
    it made me laugh at first but then im like OH MY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!

    Oh, and to help it, when it said look at your clock i looked and it said 2:59 AM… FML.. ;-;

    9/10 =D

    of course, reading some of the comments BEFORE this one, theres the crap last sentence. I’m not gonna mention it- wait… (crapp..) Well anywho, the story overall was fantastic. Screw you haters, I’m goin’ home. t(-.-t)

  30. Quite a yummy pasta. The only thing that annoys me is the whole ‘so excited to see you’ thing. You have nails in your eyes.

  31. ok well personally i think that this was a pretty intense story. I think it was entertaining and the fact that i was reading it with my best friend in the dark added to the feel. But as soon as we read the last sentence we heard a rustling noise and a light turned on we both screamed and realized that it was only my mother checking up on us -_-

  32. yourstorysucked;

    this story was the stupidest thing ive ever read.
    i believed it till you said you were excited to see me.
    stupid.

  33. It’s a little before 3 AM as I read this and I swear I heard a little scratching noise at my window halfway through the story.

    10/10 from me, great job.

  34. Dziude Alexzander

    Not epic, but not bad… and definitely not badly written!!

    However, I feel this smacks much of something else to me…. a specific part of Sanderson’s Mistborn trilogy.

    I shan’t elaborate further, but if the reference is understood, then fair enough :)

    Queries, yes please :) but I am trying not to spoil it for anyone :)

  35. Eh, showed promise until the actual monster showed up. It’s a fairly good illustration of a common mistake I like to call: “UH OH! MONSTER” which is basically when a decent creepy pasta runs out of steam and just has a monster show up.

  36. I finished reading this story, and then looked towards the clock.

    The clock reads “2:57” and, reverting back to childhood, i lay a huge brick in my pants.

  37. 3:00am is called The Witching Hour ^^
    pretty creepy pasta, but indeed, the ending was a bit predictable. the guy’s an idiot for following the noise. i wouldn’t have in the first place. XD
    8/10

  38. The grammar and general flow was quite off in my opinion, but if I wasn’t such a stickler I’d probably have enjoyed it very much. It’s nothing a bit of editing can’t fix!

  39. the build up was fantastic and the descriptoon was good
    i agree with the majority
    the “im the monster” is way over done ut still a good story, ive never heard anything like “nail child”
    i really didnt see tat one coming
    8/10

  40. The clock ticked over to 3:00 AM as soon as I read the last line. I couldn’t help but stop and listen for a second.

  41. I loved the story, amazing. When my child read it, she came to me crying. I looked at it, even I got a chill from the ending. Amazing job. I mean very Amazing job.

  42. This would have been much better if the last 2 paragraphs were left out. It would have still left the whole “I’m gonna get you” implication in there without overdoing it to the point of it being horribly cliche.
    It was decent though. kudos to the author for making me feel unsettled late last night when my cats started scratching near my room. <.<

  43. astharot I am disappoint.

    Sarah why do you keep posting these “I’MMA MONSTER I’M COMING TO GET YOUUUUUU” pastas? I’m sure there’s 1 or 2 out there that try something new, you should post those instead.

  44. Meh. The writing is passable, but the whole “scary grude-esque ghost” and the “now I’m the monster” ending are horribly cliche. 4/10

  45. Wait a minute: At one point the story says something about “the other people in the building”, but then a few sentences later says “would anybody hear me through the fog around my house”. WTF? Does this guy live alone or not?

  46. Hey, I just wanted to say a couple things about this story: I actually wrote this for a school assignment and just submitted it for a bit of fun. I wanted to try my hand at a sort of classic creepypasta style, which I guess explains the cliche ending. I don’t want to go any further and seem like I’m making excuses, it does have a lot of inconsistencies, but I wasn’t really trying my hardest, to be honest.

    Thanks for all your comments, and I find your compliments and criticism alike very useful. :)

  47. Lesson 1: If you’re going to vomit out of fear at least vomit ON the thing you’re afraid of. Then you’re at least doing something.

  48. Charlotte Mander

    I enjoyed the casualness of the beginning, and I think the details were excellent.

    Though, I must admit, just like the protagonist, I felt kind of sorry for the nailed child.

    –Char Mander

  49. Eh, it was okay. Kinda creepy but I would never think twice about this story. All I can say is that this writer lost me in the middle and didn’t satisfy me in the end.

  50. “like porcupines hanging in a diaper”
    That metaphor partly killed it for me. What the heck?

    And this story has no reason. It’s like you made up whatever would sound scary and just mashed it all together.

    It’s a sloppy pasta. There are kind of loose ends. Why made the victim want to continue the cycle? Who was the first person to fall victim and why? Why did the worker lose his hand? What was the point of it? Come to think of it, what the point of the whole entire fucking thing?

    Boo.

  51. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good. The details were a bit off although I felt it had potential and was a good read.

  52. I wish people would get off their high horses in regards to purple prose – personally, I find that it makes a story more enticing, and it was used to advantage in this pasta. But do not be fooled, I am not withot complaint. Though grammatically sound, there were far too many sentences that had so little flow that they were stagnant. Such sentences were choppy and made me consider quitting on the entire thing before I finished. However, you made up for your faults (including the typical, predictable ending) with a rather unique beastie… While the fact that I’m reading this in the afternoon makes it lose it’s effect to some degree, I’d hate to meet up with that fellow in the night. 7/10.

  53. pretty good, though the language was a bit overdone and some of the sentences didn’t make sense.espite the mega-cliche ending, 9/10

  54. Good monster, shitty, predictable plot. The main strength comes with the timing, which was lost on me because I read it at one in the afternoon on a sunny day in a noisy apartment.

  55. i’m sure it was very good, but i can’t get through the first couple of paragraphs. tone down the attempts at complex grammar and look up your vocabulary.

  56. Not particularly scary. Then again, this is creepypasta, not scarypasta. Creepy, to say the least. Very descriptive, easy to follow. A tad bit predictable, but what isn’t now-a-days? I enjoyed this pasta. Not as much as others, but it was definitely not the biggest piece of shit that I’ve ever read. Far from it, in fact. 7/10

  57. Yeah. Truth be told, this one had nice buildup, but a lame finish. Pasta cooked to perfection, and then topped with weak-sauce. 4/10.

  58. “as I felt the first nail go into my eye”
    “I moaned in pain again as another nail entered my second eye.”
    “Blindly I swatted” “I couldn’t see”

    “because it looks like this bag”
    “I’m so excited to see you.”

    This inconsistency actually ruined it for me it was so bad. I don’t know if it’s just cause the “I’m the monster now” thing is so overdone and it was done so badly in this case or what but… 6/10. Cut off the last two paragraphs and 9/10

  59. i really liked it, however it was a little confusing. But all the add ins you put into the story where really good. such as the part about being in your boxers and socks and how people could get a laugh. That to me is what makes storys so good to read, and although the ending is classic the monster is new and very very creepy :)

  60. Zombie child with nails haunts my house? That’s pretty creepy. I was expecting… something more. but it’s good. i likes it.

  61. Meh, shit sucked, to be quite honest. The writing was horrible (“The necklace around my neck”, “In front of me, it stopped” and “How loudly I screamed, I didn’t know. Would anyone hear it through the fog surrounding my house? Would I hear it?” stand out as particularly bad), the monster was boring, and the ending was cliche as all hell (HURR DURR NOW I’M MONSTER AND I COMING FOR U!!!). That’s just my two cents.

  62. Awesome. Purely awesome. Great descriptions, really, and an original creature. The end was a little overused, though. Over all, 8/10.

  63. Honestly, even though it might just be because I’m tired, the whole porcupine vs. diaper analogy made me lol. It killed the creepy factor.

  64. Meh.
    Vomit: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
    Kinda ruined it, along with the cliche ending.

  65. Meh.
    Vomit: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
    Kinda ruined it, along with the cliche ending.

  66. I liked the detail in the story. The “I’m the monster now I’munna eat chuu” ending is a bit cliche, but it’s not a bad pasta.
    8/10

  67. I don’t like it when I can tell what’s going to happen at the end halfway through the story. The second he mentioned the weird, nail-scratching sound, I knew it was a monster. The second he mentioned the bag, I knew he would become the monster.

  68. You know, it said to check your clock and I did that. 2:57. HOLY crap. That made it scary…ish. Considering it’s 2:57 PM. XD

  69. I’m glad it’s not even close to 3AM. If I had been reading this late at night, I’d be pretty damn scared.
    Good creepypasta. The language started out rather pretentious, but either I got used to it or it got better gradually. I like the ending, even though (as other people have pointed out) it was rather cliché and I must admit that I saw it coming once the creature hammered nails into the protagonist’s eyes. Still, the rest of the story was good enough for the ending to seem good as well.
    9/10 from me, with only the somewhat pretentious language pullin’ it down from 10.

  70. LOL WAIT.

    “I think you ought to check your clock, because it looks like this bag in my hand is about to split.”

    I thought you said this dude had nails in his eyes. How can the bag “look” like anything?

    It was an okay pasta, but grammar needs some work.

    7/10

  71. Good pasta, could do with some better sentence structuring and a more open ending, but you definitely got the atmosphere right.

  72. Terrible. Cliche ending, purple prose; this thing could really be wrapped up in about six paragraphs, but it’s inexplicably (and unjustifiably) twice that length.

    “Every night for the last four months that I decided to make this apartment my home” is a perfect example of this bullshit. Why the hell is the beginning of this sentence structured that way?

    It feels like there might be a good monster here, but the story gets in the way of it rather than enhancing it.

    3/10

  73. This is an example of how something can be grammatically correct, but still excruciating to read. I’m sorry, there’s nothing technically wrong with it, but I had to read almost every sentence twice. It’s like CrapCarp said above ^. But good premise, timing, end, not bad on the whole, just that writing style… Maybe if you read it aloud you’d see what I mean. It needs a better ‘flow’.

  74. Oh great. I was only just recently getting over my irrational phobia of the hour in between 3:00-4:00.

    *sigh* Damn.

  75. I think that it was cute. :C The monster didn’t seem very threatening to me. The whole story didn’t. I mean, who’s going to be afraid of a monster who said to you just a few paragraphs ago that he was wearing boxers and socks and “At least if I ran crying out of the building, a few people could get a laugh.”

    So I don’t think it’s scary, but it was fun to read. The descriptions are good.

    And yeah, the whole “Imma monster, lol” thing is getting a little old.

  76. People have to stop with the “I am the monster now and I’m coming to get you” thing. It’s tired.

  77. i didnt really like this one at first but it turned out to be really good ive been needing some good pasta latly and this one is awesome

  78. Good thing it’s 8:54 in the morning, or I’d be pretty terrified.

    I can’t help but wonder what would have happened had the guy NOT opened the door, though..

  79. i couldn’t get past the first paragraph because it’s awful to read.

    “I advise you, if you’ve been here long enough to find it, you’ll soon discover of what I’m talking about.”

    who writes a sentence like that? it’s like i’m 10 and my grandpa is trying to tell me a scary story, only English is his second language.

    Also, in trying to read the story, my bag split open.

  80. SuperDannyGlover

    Solid, and a good read.

    “I cried out loudly as the thing pounced upon me, as I felt the first nail go into my eye, it was worse.”

    had to read that sentence like 5 times, and I still don’t get what it’s supposed to mean. What was worse?

    Still, good read and perfect length, long enough to establish things properly, yet still bite sized.

  81. Interesting concept, pretty well written. I just don’t like the whole ‘Generic Pasta Ending #23: “Now I’M coming to get YOU!”‘

    On the whole though, I give it a 7/10 for good writing and nice build up.

  82. RussellSprouts

    I absolutely loved this! The imagery was spot on and not so over the top that it poured too much into my already perfectly pictured setting and monster. It would have been more terrifying if it wasn’t already four a.m. All in all very good pasta; I could complain about some things but the pros definately out-weigh the cons.

  83. My biggest fear is having things stabbed into my eyes (such as rusty nails) and it’s around 2:00 AM here as I’m reading this.
    Great pasta, but I’m never going to sleep tonight.

  84. I liked the story very much..very detailed.. I especially liked the description of the antagonist. Pity with fear..an excellent combination of emotions…..81/2 / 10. Needed a better twist to the ending

  85. Reasonably impressive, but it seemed to be missing something, that SNAP! moment where “I’m so glad to see you” was just a bit… cliche, but I’ve got the sun at my back, so, if I read this at night, I might have felt a bigger chill… 7/10, maybe these pastas are just not working anymore, I don’t know..

    Peace out

  86. Hey Obama. Fail at being first. Fail at spelling Freddy krueger. Fail at spelling chucky. You fail at life.

  87. Well written, high in detail yet lacking in just the right parts. Ending was pretty standard, but all in all some yummy pasta. 8/10

  88. Eh. The bag splitting seemed a bti arbitrary. I already thought there were nails in it when you compared it to a porcupine. I’m damned sure this’ll get those late night viewers, though. Good pasta. 8/10.

  89. Awesome. Totally unpredictable. I thought the scratching sound would have come from the guy’s hand that was caught in the machine, but no. The ending surprised me. I like it.

    9/10

  90. first! also this story was….decent. sounded like a combination of chuckie, freddy crougar, and pinhead. not bad at all though. i liked the descriptions of all the gore

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