Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction


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Its nice to finally meet you. Finally? Oh, its uhh.. I’m just overjoyed to have someone to talk to. Oh, I cannot express how happy I am to have this opportunity.
Oh? Why am I so happy? Its really quite simple. The last few years of my life have been torturous. I mean, god… Oh thats a funny saying. God. No loving god would let any of his children go through what I have. But now I have someone to talk to. Oh glorious day!

Oh where to begin? I think it was a day much like this one. I went to the library with some friends to find something to do over the upcoming weekend. We got there just before the library opened and found an hourglass on the stairs. Real ornate looking. Gold encrusted and whatnot. We were pretty bored, so we turned it over, set it down, and got to talking. Few minutes later, the librarian shows up. As it turns out, he showed up at the same instant the last grains of sand ran out of the top chamber.

We didnt find anything at the library, but did have a new hourglass. We spent the rest of the day just hanging out at my place. We talked, enjoying the entertainment the media provides. We figured out the hourglass lasted about forty-five minutes. I cant remember when we did this, but thats about how long. Before it got dark, we went to go for a walk. Nice, leisurely stroll. I remember turning the hourglass over before we left. I mean, not intentionally. We were just playing with it, and I put it down, sand on top. We left. 4.30

One of my friends asked me the time. I remember glancing down to my watch. I was about to say 5.15, but then I heard the screeching of tires. I heard a shriek, and looked up. A car was backing away from us while another of my friends lay crumpled and bleeding in the middle of the road. His neck was clearly broken. We spent the rest of the night at the police station filling out statements. They never caught the driver. Knowing what I know now, I doubt there ever was a driver. Just some car.

We were sitting in my place a week later, absently fiddling with the hourglass. We set it down and forgot about it, talking about our lost friend. It was forty five minutes later when it happened. Exactly forty five. The other of my friends began to gasp for breath, holding his chest. CPR did not work, nothing did. He died of a heart attack. At our age. Ridiculous.

The other guy in the room that day was also with us on the walk. We havent talked since. I was sitting in solitude, head in my hands, grieving over my friends. It was then I realized that they had both died forty five minutes after the hourglass was turned. I wanted to be rid of the cursed object. I wanted so deperately to be rid of it, I did not consider what was to happen. I went and left it on the library steps again. I went back the next day, and it was gone. I would never see it again.

But things kept happening. Seemingly random, but I could only assume that the new owner was turning it over. Life was going terrible. The girlfriend I had made dumped me for another man. My friends trickled away. Oh but I was never alone. I would hear whispers. Laughing. Footsteps. Yes. Footsteps walking across the room I was in, and I could see nothing. It was so unnerving.

For awhile, it was only in the dark. But then, it started in the day too. Wherever I went, I head this laughing, mocking me from a place I could not see. I suppose if it had stopped there, I would have been fine. It didn’t.

I awoke one night the the smell of death. I also could not move. I became aware of a breathing sound mere inches from my face. It began to whisper. I could not understand it. I tried to sit up, but I felt a searing pain as something unseen tore into my chest. It ripped something out. I’m still living now, but the scars are there. Always and forever. I remember what happened after, too. I felt the air rush against my face, and heard the flap of leathery wings. I heard them fly out my door, and then a crash. When I regained my ability to move, I ran to where I heard the sound, and found a broken window.

I live with them every day. I hear whispers, laughs, taunting me. I try to block them out, but then I feel cold fingers wrap around me, and feel myself inexplicably led towards danger. This is why I can only be in crowded places. Someone to pull me away. Break the grip of whatever has got a hold of me.

I’ve moved around a lot. But they followed me. I knew it was pointless, so I gave up. I moved back here, to the place I lived years ago. Then, I saw you. I knew I had to talk to you. You were special. And during our conversation, I figured out why.

Nice to meet you. I’m you.

Credited to TheCoffinDancer.

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  • Father Crow


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    so it tore out my soul?

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  • Girlie

    I liked the way this one was written.

    But the “I’m YOU! *dun dun duuuun!*” theme is so overused. =\

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  • Brady




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  • Azatos


    “I awoke one night the the smell of death”

    who was the?

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  • Hotaru

    ummm not sure I care for this one. The idea is really creepy, but the twist at the end didn’t really freak me out, I kinda just rolled my eyes a little bit.

    dunno is it me?

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  • Someone

    Nice one, there O__O .. Sadly, I acidentally read the ending first, so no brix were shat this time. But I liked this one… 9/10.

    And an obligatory: BUT WHO WAS ME?!

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    Very nicely written, but is rather confusing at the end.

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  • Marie

    I hate to (possibly) be the first one to say this, but I have read and reread it and I do not understand.

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  • Lol

    It seemed to shift from one sort of but not really creepypasta to a not so creepypasta. WHAT? The “Nice to meet you. I’m you.” part would have been better had the plot been more well-structured/delivered.

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  • Lol

    Correction: It seemed to shift from one sort of but not really creepypasta to ANOTHER, DIFFERENT not so creepypasta.

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    Die in a fire, you can’t possibly defend this piece of shit “art” and if you’re the artist I strongly and urgently request that you KILL YOURSELF or learn how to take CRITIQUE.

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  • Tyto

    Hmm….Not great, or nothin’. The whole “I’m you” thing is comepletely overused.

    Hmmm, phantom hourglass, where have I heard that before….?

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  • Addish

    At first it was really creepy, but now I’m slightly confused.

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  • carrot

    Good except for “I awoke one night the the smell of death” and “I’m you.”

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  • clever_name

    I like the idea of this one in that it has the potential to be a really good story, except that a lot of the ideas feel unfinished. I’m sure that if some more time were put into this then it would be a very satisfying pasta. Some more in depth explanation would be nice. :)

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  • Somone is here now

    So, what does death smell like?

    also kinda fits in with the whole leather wings part.


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  • Shuleeps

    Interesting idea. If it was written more proper, it’d be amazing. To be honest though, the ending was kind of a let down.

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  • Shan.

    I’m confused.

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    • http://google Laura

      Basically the guy in the story did not meet anyone he was just talking to himself, hence the “I’m you” part

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  • Mog

    but srsly guiz

    WHO WAS YOU? or me.. or something.

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  • katie

    it was okay, 8/10.
    it could have been more clear, though.
    i’m not sure i really completely understand it.

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  • D

    Too much “Oh” in the first paragraph.

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  • VDV

    Nice try, but he mentioned walking. I have one leg.
    You have failed hard.

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  • I am a Shark

    Stupid ending. If it was me why would I need to hear the story of my life? I would already know.

    I think the writer got bored of writing and just stuck there the first inane semi-creepy plot twist he could think of

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  • the Person Formerly known as ‘Noneya’

    It had good potential, but the “I’m you” bit did seem a bit off. Still pretty nice, a seven out of ten. (Maybe a slight rewrite is in order?) It was a good idea.

    Lol at the “WHO WAS ME?”

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