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.
The Bad Dream,
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?