Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction

Creepypasta

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Sleep, strangely, is seen as the best refuge of the sufferer. You’ve never understood why this is; it’s the place where your subconscious has reign – that alien, unknown part of you that hides out of sight and has total control over your body. If anything, sleep frightens you. Having a stranger living in your mind, watching everything, capable of stopping your heart or healing your illness… It’s scary. Terrifying, even. And the fact is that when you sleep this person – this monster – can show you anything it likes. What if you’ve made this creature angry? What if you’ve done something wrong?

You’re lying in bed, fingers gripping the covers with white-knuckled panic born of too many scary stories and horror films. Of course, you’re well aware that in reality nothing like that happens, but the darkness grips your imagination and twists, wringing out all kinds of half-formed pictures of monsters and semi-imagined noises. Your breathing grows ragged, your pulse quickens, and a bang from downstairs makes you jump. There’s that brief moment of utter terror when countless scenerios of strange creatures and madmen run at full-tilt through your horror-drunken mind, where every creak is a new threat and you see things moving in the darkness.

And then it’s over. You calm down, remember you left the washing machine running. You relax, perhaps even chuckle nervously at your own silliness. Still a little shaken up, you go to turn onto your side, wanting to be closer to the wall.

There’s movement on your arm; the skittering, gossamer-light movement of lots of legs. Almost without thinking, conscious thought locked into a cage constructed of fear, you slam a palm onto the creature. It explodes, and you race for the light, flooding your sensitive eyes and momentarily going blind. The lack of sight exacerbates your childish fright, and by the time the black blossoms have faded from your eyes, you’re a gibbering wreck. You stare at the mess on your arm; a few limbs, a smear of guts and blood. Just a spider. Just a dead spider.

You let yourself calm down, wiping away the horrible thing with a tissue from your desk and sitting heavily on your bed, feeling silly now that the room is light. You’re not frightened anymore; just tired. Tired.

You drift off, forgetting the dangers of sleep. It doesn’t matter; nothing happens. At least, nothing happens until you start to feel a faint movement on your eyelids. It’s practically nothing, just a light pitter-patter of legs. Legs. Lots of legs. Your body reaches a conclusion before your eyes do, shooting upright and opening your mouth in a scream. You slap at your face for whole minutes, cold sweat coating your back, before you realise that nothing is there. You burst into tears, driven to distraction by the ridiculousness of not being able to sleep.

And that’s when you start to feel something prickling the inside of your skin. Your first reaction is more weary then afraid – your mind wants to know what now? What’s next? You glance at your hand, look up, glance down, freeze. Under your skin you can see legs. Legs and a little round body, skittering up and down your musculature. The more you stare, the more you see; there are hundreds of them, appearing and vanishing inside you. Pain flames and dies in your nerves as you feel little gnawing mouths everywhere. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out… Just little, hairy legs. Pouring out of your mouth. There’s a popping noise as they start to emerge from your eye sockets, but you barely hear it; you’re more concentrated on the fact that your eardrums have been long since sacrificed to the onslaught of spiders.

You grip helplessly at the air, but there’s nothing to help you. You barely feel it as your skin breaks open. As you thrash and bleed, your lips pull back in some hellish grin.

Your subconscious smiles.


Credited to bez00mny.

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  • MisterVercetti

    For once, a pasta that doesn’t get too wrapped up in itself. A pasta that’s actually believable, and yet still frightening as hell.

    This one may be my favorite yet.

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  • Allie

    Damn…as soon as I was finished with reading this, I felt movement on my stomach xD turns out it was just my shirt in a weird fold…

    I agree with MisterVercetti though C: Very frightening. Definitely my favorite, too

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  • ohshi-

    I trust I’m not the only one frightened enough that they no longer want to sleep?

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    • Saul H

      im not sleeping either xD

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  • Beau Manon

    This kind of pasta is my favorite; it’s the kind that doesn’t bother me a bit when I read it sensible of mind in the daylight hours, but when I’m a touch manic in the middle of the night will scare the stockings off my feet. Great job.

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  • Carrot

    Nice. :D

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  • Spooge

    wait, so my subconscious made spiaders crawl in to my skin?

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  • Candleja?

    Eesh. Am I the only one who gets that spiders-are-crawling-on-me feeling when there’s nothing there?

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  • Snoofle

    Power of the mind….

    I get that too.

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  • nataliieasdf

    agreed with all of you. this gave me shiver!
    i’m terrified of spiders. x_x
    someones not sleeping tonight.

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  • NISIOISIN

    Unfortunately for me, i hate the feeling of things crawling on my skin. =_=’
    This pasta got under my skin. hehe…

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    • SovietLover69

      That was the best/worst pun I have ever heard. I salute you, sir.

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  • Caedus

    O.o the part with the spiders coming out of the mouth….was freaking disturbing. very well done though.

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  • pastareader

    I think this might be my new favourite pasta. It’s better than the blood one, at least.

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  • Spider

    CRAWWLLLLLINGGG UNDER MY SKINNNNNNNNNN

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    • KatDaddy

      These wounds they will not heal…

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  • Resi

    Ugh, I always get the feeling of little legs on me. Nothing’s ever there.

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  • UNDEAD

    a true work of art :)

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  • WHARRGARBL

    Oh god, I fucking HATE spiders. And I was just about to go to sleep, too.

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  • OAIEBH

    BUT WHO WAS SPIDER?

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  • Anonymous

    I don’t know whether to hurl or be terrified. This was great.

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  • Cthulhu

    O my goooood!

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  • CarolynBoBarolyn

    Grody. Whenever I read spider, I thought centipede.

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  • http://misterwelldone.wordpress.com Mr. Welldone

    Hello.

    Simple.

    Yet, used to excellent effect.

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  • Anon E Mouse

    I am always feeling something that feels like bugs crawling in my abdomen….
    Then I remember, oh yeah, I’m pregnant!

    Lol. Goodnight, I’m going to sleep now.

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  • Linkin Lark

    CRAWLING IN MAH SKIIIINNNNN~~~

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  • Marie

    Up until the spiders pouring from my skin, this is me every night. Made it ultra creepy and now I am afraid to sleep.
    Effing DELICIOUS pasta.

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  • Anon

    THEN WHO WAS SUB-CONSCIOUS?!

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