Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction

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The snow rests pale on the naked metal of the shacks around me. The pastel paint stripped away in ugly patches, the
rusted iron underneath leers orangish-red at my intrusion – like a thousand fiery eyes set in the suffocating whiteness that is all
around me. There is no one here in this deserted little village – this island in an endless sea of ice and capricious cold. There is
nothing else for miles, it seems. I am all alone here. All I can do is wait for the ceaseless wind to dismantle me, to chip away at
me until the red rust underneath my painted façade is all exposed and I become as silent as the town around me.
I press myself up against the side of a shack to get out of the wind, whose shrieks and murmurs fade ever so slightly as I
hide. I slowly ease myself onto the porcelain-white ground, and draw my knees to my chest to protect the waning heat in my core
from the lashes of the cold.
“Daniel!”

No louder than a whisper; I’m sure I’ve imagined it. My name called from across the village, sounding as if it was shouted.
But the wind rushing through the squat houses almost stole it away before it reached me. I stumble to my feet, heaving my body
upwards and craning my head towards the voice. I take a few steps towards it. The ice and snow forces deliberate and careful
steps; taunting me who has no energy for such things. I walk onward, and even as I approach I feel the wind rushing by my
face, taking with it bits of warmth – chips of paint.
I reach the farthest-flung house. There is no one here. Everything is silent and still besides the shuddering of my
shoulders as the cold lifts the warmth from them in sheets. The wind strips the paint from everything – I am raw, red, rusty. The
orangish-red eyes grow wider, amazed that I persist in moving amongst them.
“Daniel!”

Again, the voice calls. No louder than before; I might have missed it in the din of shrieks and murmurs. This time though,
the voice comes from behind me – on the other side of the village, back where I was. My eyes water as the wind tries to pry them
out. I begin trudging again towards the voice. Perhaps we passed each other. Perhaps whoever’s out there is pursuing me just
as I pursue them, and as the wind pursues us both. I march in loose, fumbling step towards the voice, back through the town,
back through all the red eyes. I fall once or twice, and it feels so good to rest that I might just fall asleep there. I rise each time,
however; the voice draws me onward. I reach the other end of the village, looking out into the stormy sea of ice on all sides of
this little island of paint and bleary, red eyes. There is no one here but me.
“Daniel!”

The voice calls once again with muffled insistence, no closer than ever. Somehow now from the opposite side of all the
decrepit shacks it beckons me. I’d turn to it, but I can’t face those eyes again, and I’m so very cold, and it feels so good to rest.


By David Feuling at http://www.ss-comic.com/fiction

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  • Tyto

    Fffff aww it’s sad at the same time. Not so creepy, but I get it, and it’s kinda sad

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  • anon

    BUT WHO WAS VOICE?

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    • Dantaine

      that at least makes sense

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    • Endoplasmic Reticulum

      Good question

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      • Crown Clown

        it was his life that was calling him. his head was playing mind games with him beacause he was so close to death that it was inevitable.
        well thats what i thought.

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  • Anonymous

    wat

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  • Anonymous

    wat

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  • YoungMoney

    This is just bad. There’s no creepiness, and if you’re going to adopt such a pretentious writing style, at least put in the effort to write clearly.

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    Rating: -4 (from 14 votes)
  • Mookster

    I like the feeling of utter hopelessness I get from this pasta

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  • UNDEAD

    call me stupid if you want but i dont really get it
    is he like trapped in a painting or something?

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  • Shuleeps

    It’s not creepy, but it’s a beautiful piece of writing.
    5+ :]

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    Rating: +5 (from 7 votes)
  • ssBecky

    I LOVED THIS!!!!!! The language was so poetic and the depressing tone haunted me for hours after I read this. A true work of art.

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    Rating: -4 (from 8 votes)
  • http://dddddddd ggggg

    i dont get it plz hel;p me?!

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    Rating: +3 (from 3 votes)
  • Anonymous

    Not bad, but a bit overly verbose. The story itself reminds me of To Build a Fire by Jack London.

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  • katie

    i like how the main character is so alone and hopeless and insane, i think. it’s not that creepy, though. just interesting.

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  • The Person Formerly known as ‘Noneya’

    Aww, Im so sad now. Poor Daniel is boned.

    This Creepypasta was not so much creepy, as eeriley depressing.

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  • Keindrae

    uhh what

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  • Anonymous

    not creepy at all. But it sucks to be chasing a voice in that kind of weather. Hope he doesn’t die in the cold

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  • Carrot

    Not really scary but………yeah.

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  • Someone

    Not really creepy, but extremely sad ;__; Bawwpasta?

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  • http://myspace.com/stuffedanimalmurderscene_ Abbey

    Uhh.. I skiped reading some of it cause it was just like describing the place :/
    Boringggg..

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  • TIJ

    he’s imagining things cos the cold’s gotten to him and he’s dying? is that it?? its not really creepy, but sad pasta is sad nonetheless.. TT_TT

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  • Midnightgirl

    It’s too long…
    It’s alright i guess, not really my kind of pastaa.

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  • egregori

    yes, it was pretty nice. but there was a slight over use of descriptive narration on the first part. still, it’s a good pasta in my opinion.

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  • Comment Leaver

    Meh. It was ok but needs more details. Overall Ok…

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  • Green

    This is not creepypasta. This is a short story.

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    Rating: -3 (from 3 votes)
  • ben dover

    someone left robo alooooooooooooooooooooone

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  • http://hack.cl GraveOne

    nice pasta should be acompanied with some OJ… or some nice hot java…..

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