Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction

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Funny how things can change, isn’t it?

I’m a careless person.  I leave things for weeks at a time, and sometimes never come back to them at all.  There are things I’ve lost in my own bedroom that I gave up searching for years ago.  It’s not that my bedroom is particularly big or messy, just that I really have a hard time keeping track of anything.  Sometimes my losing things seems to be almost supernatural.  Once, as a test, I placed a fork (something easily noticeable) alone in a cardboard box on the floor of my room.  I didn’t pay it any mind for a week or so; then, upon checking the box, I was startled to see it had vanished.  The bare bottom was entirely visible.  I don’t live with any roommates or family members, so someone else seeing it and picking it up is extremely unlikely.

However, my ability to lose almost anything and everything can lead to blessings.  I’ve found things I’d never known I’d owned, and if I hadn’t been searching for my car keys underneath my bed on a frustrated, rushing Tuesday morning, I may never have seen the girl beneath my bed.

At first all that was visible in the dusty environs below my mattress were two cream-white arms, the skin of which looked smoother than the surface of a porcelain bowl.  I had gotten her attention with my rustling around her, so she regarded me with eyes that looked like cool river water with flecks of gold beneath the ripples.  Before the rational response of incredulousness at a person living below where I slept, I fell in love with the woman.  Her appearance, at least.

I tried speaking to her, but she seemed to be in some sort of daze.  Wielding a light, I crawled deeper under the bedframe to get a better look at my room’s secret tenant.  As I came closer, I realized that a multitude of items I had been looking for were  crowded near the girl, as if she had stockpiled them.  My car keys were in this grouping and I snatched them up quickly, remembering for a second that I was unequivocally late for work.  I thought of this only a second, however, because the moment I lifted the keys from the dirty carpet under-bed, the being that lay catatonic beside the pile began screeching in an inexplicable frenzy.

The sound was like a high-frequency pitch of television fuzz.  I slammed my hands over my ears in an attempt to protect them, dropping the flashlight as I did.  When it landed near the assortment of objects collected by the girl, the howling woman seemed to fall back into reality and quieted down.  She made a few confused huffs that sounded suspiciously like the fussing of an infant.  Thoroughly bewildered and curious as I was, I wanted to stay and learn why there was a strange, inhuman woman in my room and how long she had been here, but my work was indeferable and the threat of losing it so great that I had no choice but to leave this creature where she lay.  If she had been here for some time already, as it seemed to me, it wouldn’t hurt to leave her until I returned.

Tired and lethargic as working always makes me, I didn’t at once remember the girl when I got back.  Instead, I spent a good deal of time drinking beer and commenting on Facebook pictures.  It was nearly 8:00 when I placed my cellphone beside me on the bed, only to hear it ring with a text message moments later.  My hand went instantly to the place it remembered putting it, but when it grasped instinctively it held nothing, like claw machines at supermarkets seem to do on every occasion.

The ringing continued; I was now getting a call.  But the sound was muted.  My memory jumped as if recoiling, and I recalled the strange meeting I had under my bed that morning.  For a moment’s hesitation, my skin grew taut with cold and realization; she was totally silent below, as if she wasn’t there at all.

 I found another flashlight and dove beneath the slats to reclaim my newest lost possession.

 Unexpectedly, I was met with a wall of random affairs that weren’t placed in such a manner before I’d left.  Maybe I’d gotten the girl’s attention, at long last, or maybe she rearranged my room each time I went out.  I honestly wouldn’t have noticed, being the type of person to let sleeping dogs lie.  Clearing the stuff took a few seconds, but once I could see the wall my bed was situated against—

I could see the wall.
The girl was gone.

I backed out hastily from my prone position, getting up to a kneel, looking about my room in confusion, and seeing the girl laying, as she had underneath, atop the covers of my bed.

Now that I could see her in the more diffused light from my lamp, I saw things that made me shudder, literally- a sunken in face that had no discernible lips, the nose scabbed over badly and almost completely gone, her eyes closed but the lids translucent.  She was gaunt, cheekbones blade-sharp from hunger and her hair short wires that existed only in clumps.  Her body was in a worse way, and entirely visible due to her nakedness.  In place of nipples she had disgusting black charred spots, all the more juxtaposed by her cadaverous white skin, and no breasts to speak of.  She was beyond albino, nearly the color of undirtied snow.  Her legs were bones with skin, the same as her arms.  Her right hand’s fingers had been cut to the second knuckle, and what looked like construction nails acted as substitutes for the natural digits.  It was in this hand that the creature clutched my phone.

Rationally, I knew that calling the police was the only thing I could do to stop this horror show.  Being only freshly out of college, I was in a poor economic state and couldn’t afford a landline.  I lived in a cheap house in a new development of cheap houses, and I knew my nearest neighbors were either fugitives from the law or similarly unable to spare a telephone.  I was wary of the girl’s screams.  Pacing the room, I thought.  When I watched the girl, it seemed that she leered at me through her vitreous palpebra with her insect eyes.  I shook.  Perhaps, I reasoned, if I could quickly switch the phone with this flashlight…

Steadily I approached, my hands prepped to act as quick as necessary.  With my left hand I grasped the torch, and with my right, I neared her milk-white skin.  Closer…

The lids flew open.  Black eyes.  She shrieked.  I was impaled by her nailed hands.  I slid to the floor.  She seemed totally awake now, and slid languidly off the bed.  She gazed down upon me, crumpled on the floor, totally paralyzed by fear.  Her cracked mouth betrayed no emotion, but it opened and emitted a subhuman hiss.  Just before she descended upon me with tooth and literal nail, I looked to the corner of the room.  There sat my iPod, headphones and all.  Oh there it is, I thought, rapturous for a moment.  I’ve been looking for that for ages.

Credit To: Hloobs

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  • poelover

    Weird but relatable. In the way that I constantly lose things. Also FIRST COMMENT.

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  • AimiYasu

    This was beautiful.~<3

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  • Tony

    That,was,good but the ending was just dumb… I would have liked it a little longer with some explanation of who and what the girl is. 7/10

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    Rating: +5 (from 9 votes)
    • Anonymousa

      No need to explain, i believe because he died in the end. (.. descended upon me with tooth and literal nail… )

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  • AssHat

    Gross.

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  • Alice

    Haha xD loved it! Very few typos, if any at all, and good story development. It’s refreshing to read a pasta that’s so mysterious. And seriously, was the girl a real girl, or a monster? Were her fingers cut off for being caught before? Has she lived with him his whole life? I love that things were left up to the reader. Nicely done! Please continue to write these yummy pastas!

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  • thatgirl

    Very intetesting concept. I liked this pasta, but it could’ve used more buildup. The comic relief at the end was well done. Made me chuckle out loud in my Government class :)

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    • Minecraftian Creeper

      You technically should be paying attention in class, but Government class is so boring. And also, good pasta, but it needs a little more sauce, who is the girl? Why is she there? What happened to her? Is she a ghost or a crazy woman? How long has she been there for? What happens to the protagonist? These are all questions that have to be answered in order to make a story wonderful. Other than that, good show mate, jolly good show.

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  • Le maymays

    THEN WHO WAS GIRL!?

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  • Nachi

    I’m sorry but this was just awful. In a way, I kind of liked the whole idea of it, but it just wasn’t well writen in the lesast bit. I mean c’mon now. You look under your bed and see somebody under there and you’re not even scared? You wouldn’t scream if you found a naked human laying under your bed? Oh no no, just gotta grab my keys and hurry off to work. Who cares that there’s a FREAKING PERSON under my bed. Sure, just leave her there like she’s your pet or something. Bad pasta is bad.

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    • ẠbracadaveЯ

      Doesn’t everyone keep screaming naked girls as pets? No? Oh, okay then.

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      Rating: +13 (from 19 votes)
    • Anonymousa

      No. He did not get frightened because he was mesmerized. He was sort of hypnotized because he initially saw a very beautiful girl/being. (See third paragraph.)

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  • Nachi

    least****

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  • The Reader

    How in the hell did you come up with this idea???

    Too weird…honestly don’t know how I feel about it. This story could have used more time, I think. I mean, he discovers, 9 hours later, she kills him. With such a strange being in a such a random location with such random habits, it would have been interesting to get some kind of backstory or at least see some more interaction.

    Your physical description of her gave me the creeps though. Reminded me of Dead Girl a little.

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  • Sarahh

    The beginning was really good and well written, as was the middle, but the ending.. It’s sort of TOO unexpected and doesn’t make much sense. So I’d say 5/10.

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  • Deloesian

    You find a PERSON under your bed and you just leave and go to work? Really?
    You forget about her throughout the day? Really??
    You forget she’s there when you get home? REALLY???
    You fell in love with the hollowed out husk of a creature with poor skin quality? Or was it beautiful skin, hard to be sure…
    Ad a few grammar and spelling errors and I’m surprised it even made it on the site.
    That being said, great concept, but not explored or expanded as much as it could have been.

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  • LE MAYMAYS

    BUT WHO WAS GIRL

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  • ComeAtMeBro

    Seriously? What the hell was this? “OH look, a girl hiding under my bed, nothing weird here, better go to work.” Then, let me forget this girl ever existed. Also, is she beautiful, or ugly? Which is it? The story was mediocre and the ending foreseeable. Very few typos though, congrats on that.

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    • Mouse

      Perhaps, in the dark she was beautiful. But the light showed her true form? Either way, I am absentminded like this guy, so this story creeped me out.

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  • kerodal

    Seeeeequel, perhaps? could use nightmare as excuse for continuing, the skinny part made me to think trading the phone for some chips o.0

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  • Hopesworth

    Please don’t end a sentence with a preposition, especially one as unnecessary as “where you at?” Kthanx. Also, “pursued” in the first paragraph should be “persuade.” These glaring errors took away from an otherwise semidecent pasta.

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    • Hopesworth

      Oops, this comment was meant to be for “Do Not Enter.” Can it be moved? Sorry.

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      • http://www.creepypasta.com derpbutt

        Unfortunately, not within my capabilities.

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  • Mr.Sarcasm

    The story could have amounted to more. Most people end their stories too soon and we end up with a under-cooked pasta. (like so) Ask somebody to proofread your story and help with creative development.
    (and btw. the entire time i was imagining the girl as pram from makai kingdom.)

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    • Mr.Sarcasm

      also it would have been better if it wasn’t trying to be scary. (It sounded like a magical girl romantic comedy to me)

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      • WhatisthisWinter

        Should have thrown a little Echhi in there… Fan service never hurt any one.

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  • pastabadger

    It’s kind of sad that this story got so many poor reviews and then I see, a few stories later, something about a skinless blood-crying “thing” that magically calls you and then kills you/simultaneously turns into everyone you know and that was rated 9/10? Sorry. Unpopular opinion but I give this story the 9/10

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  • THEN WHO WAS….nevermind…

    ^^hater

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  • Anonymousa

    I like this short, simple and creepy story [period]

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  • http://www.karlarei2003.deviantart.com Driver

    I found it very very very hard to suspend my disbelief when he went ahead and went to work and when he forgot about her. I just really don’t see that happening.

    Then ending felt rushed but, ultimately I liked it.

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  • Funky Winkerbean

    Classic symptoms of ADHD. If you cant focus for two seconds on your ass being murdered because youre all like “ooh, iPod” you DESERVE to have your face ripped off by a mutilated psychopath

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    • Anonymous

      :D

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  • Le Random Commentor

    You had a troll living under your bed mister.

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  • http://deliriletterari.blogspot.com CMT

    Weird concept. The first paragraph sounded lame to me (the whole fork-in-the-box thing is too over the top), but the second, with the nonchalant revelation of finding a girl under the narrator’s bed, caught my attention in full (although my first thought was “has he ever swept under the bed in his life?”)
    Too bad it goes downhill from there, with unlikely reactions, a detour to cheap, illogical, Edward-Scissorhand surreal horror, and the final revelation that the narrator had been dead the whole time, still somehow he was telling his story.

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  • Meeeee

    9/10. Great story. The only flaw is that I don’t know if the girl is supernatural or just crazy. But I feel as if the author wanted it like that. To leave the reader thinking.

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