The Bad Dream
“Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23.
“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”
“No, Daddy.”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room.
“Why not sweetie?”
“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
That is really really creepy
Oooh, creepage.
Oh shi-
The most interesting thing about this creepypasta is that this could actually happen in real life and that it’s just as possible that nothing happened to the mother and she’s simply rolling over in bed.
…And then she was a zombie.
I’m sorry. This was the first creepypasta I’ve read, and while scary, it’s not longer as bad.
It COULD happen to anyone. But why take risks? When the covers next to you begin to shift, take the pillow and suffocate the body.
And my wife wonders why I sleep with an elephant gun every night! I’m just waiting for the thing wearing that bitch’s skin to make one wrong move before I turn the entire bed into a pool of rich, red tomato soup!!
Brix have just been shat.
You have quite a mind to make these stories.
he doesn’t write these stories. they’re copypasta from chans and other forums.
I don’t get this one! Ugh, I re-read it and I still don’t get it.
HALP!
in this story the little girl is afraid of telling her dad her dream, because in her dream she told him what spooked her and apparently had some in-dream premonition about the “thing wearing mommy’s” skin. you know.. the one sleeping right next to him?
urf.. you best be trollin.
inb4 misplaced quotations.
this is the first one i read that actually sent a chill down my back
Anyone noticed that the hour is 3:23 (23 is the main thing here)? Movie (The number 23) effects that get your brains and eat them from the inside… Fucking subliminal messages.
and then i promptly shit on my wife’s back out of fear.
and then i promptly shit on my wife’s back out of fear.
also, THEN WHO WAS DREAM?
This one is one of the ones that truly gave me chills…Right up there with the angel statue and the lady in the oven.
One of the first ones I found…
This is one of my favorite creepypastas personally. Glad someone archived it.
dood this is almost as creepy as Candlejack…shit was I not suppost to say his na
LOL post 16 is win.
Very creepy creepypasta also, if that ever happened to me you’d see me at the door in half a second.
One of the best.
@lolol:
Everyone knows Candlejack isn’t re
…rass O_o
door? more like down the street…then i’d stop for a second and b all…’whoops, i forgot my daughter’..then i’d start running again
In this story’s situation, the solution to fighting off this thing in mother’s skin is simple:
Use your daughter as a human-shield
i’m gonna do that to my dad and i’ll talk really lound so my mom at least turns over to hear me
daaaam i remember this being the 1st i ever read XD 1 of my all time favorites XD never 4get it
What does it mean that the covers behind you begin to shift.But I think it was a monster that was his dead wife was it?
That was awsome. Gave me the chills. Great!!!!
@ dripping blood ok he when he said “Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
it is just sopess to make u think her dream is real and that his wife moving was the monster she dreamed about
i’m gonna do that to my dad and talk really loud so that my mom wakes up or at least rolls over to c what is going on
bricks were thoroughly shat.
Hmmmmm if the mother were dead or in a hospital, it would have been even more creepy n_n
this one isnt scary.
it means nothing.
in real life, the father would just tell his daughter to go back to bed.
@ chareth curestory
it depends on if the dad is a scaredie cat or not
BUT THEN WHO WAS WIFEWEARING MOSTROSITY?
@ 35 NO - you’d tell your daughter to shut the hell up and get out!
And then, John was a zombie.
bri/x/ = shat
I SHAT A BRICK HOUSE.
JOHN FREEMAN
This is a mighty delicious pasta.
who was mommys skin?
i should do this 4 realz
This is one of the best
See? It’s moments like these when I feel lucky being alergic to wedding rings or pregnant women.
Seriously, this one’s among my favourites. Loved it ever since I read it the first time.
I love the subtlety of the terror of this one, it’s amazing.
LULZ I CAN HAS EATING YERR FLESH?
One of the only creepy pasta’s to send a chill down my spine.
Best on the site
And out pops Michael Jackson.
Then you smile at your daughter and say, “Well, honey, let’s be honest with ourselves here. Whatever it is wearing mommy’s skin can’t possibly be half as horrible as she was…”
FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Oh and ATTENTION! YOU HAVE JUST LOST THE GAME!
I freaking love it. Man. >:3
This one is truly fucking frightening.
This is one of my favorites.
Lmao, that was awesome. Creepy and a little funny.
That’s freaky ;_;
The father looks round, and is greeted with a knife in the head, a cheeky grin, and a single, European-accented word.
“Gentlemen.”
I never originally commented on the old pasta when I read it. I was too busy craving more to stop and write in a note of appreciation. However, with the recent slew of undercooked and unflavored pasta, I thought I should come back and at least give a note to this one. This is probably my favorite creepypasta. I’ve no idea what it is in particular that I enjoy about it, but when I hear “creepypasta” I think of this story.
…:l
This is my top favorite creepypasta ever. It works on so many levels. There’s an element of surrealism to it, for one - the telescoping repeated dream. There’s the unknown. You don’t know what ‘it’ is or looks like, but have at least one (awful) visual cue to base your imaginings on. The actual prose is passably good and conveys some nice visual input. And lastly and maybe most fundementally, it successfully conveys the “don’t turn around” horror trope without cheesing it up. It’s a moment of pure crystallized nightmare. Love it.
I eternally love the person who wrote this.
damn where do i get that skin shes wearin yo
Lol. Ha. Love this one.
IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!
-*slowly, fearfully looks over, and lets out a horrifying scream*- “Zombie!!”
‘No, Daddy.. That’s just normal morning mommy.’
whoa. that was definitely powerful. it’s short little stories like these that make me think “what the hell?! I should definitely be able to write something like this!” but, yet I never can…
I made it up for the lulz
BRICKS WERE SHAT
Did ny1 else think of Silence of the lambs??!! “Don’t stand too close to the glass, Clarice”
love it, lol at the dad - hes been doing a monster
You guys are pussies.
how the fuck is this scary? am i missing something? well, AM I?
I always imagine this ending with the father and daughter turning to the thing in bed and then saying in that sly/amused/irascible tone of voice you always hear in sitcoms: “Skin Harvester…” and then Skin Harvester just smiles as the camera focuses in on him and the corny theme tune plays.
What is the Name of the website/artist which/who does comics of these/this story?
I don’t get it? Why is it even frightening?
okay i’m really confused
i dont really understand this can someone thoroughly explain the daughters “dream” and the fathers reaction?
Soooo…..
Dad was screwing with a monster-ghost thingie?
lawlz xD
definatly creepy, but nonetheless, confusing. Guess dad’s gonna have to come up with an explanation on why he’s been sleeping with a monster…
while RUNNING away from the monster XD
Christ, you people are stupid!
Could you be any dumber? How do you not understand this pasta? Let me explain -_-
Girl has dream within a dream. In said dream, when she goes to tell her dad, someone or something wearing the skin of what was once the mother starts sitting up behind the father.
Then the girl wakes up for real and goes to the father. She says she can’t tell him about the dream, because when she did in her dream, the thing sat up.
Then he feels something sit up behind him.
No he hasn’t been fucking a zombie: Something or someone basically killed and skinned his wife, then worse the skin and climbed in to bed with this guy while he was still asleep.
Damnit. I’m pretty jumpy. If that ever happened to me, my wife (I hope I eventually get married…) would likely have a nasty gash on her head