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The Last Man on Earth
Humanity has been long destroyed, decimated by its own ego and thirst for power fueled by the ignorance of man. How I pity for those who sought after authority and…
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Encountered
It was cold the night it happened. The air was heavy with a thick fog, the likes of what I’ve never seen before. It felt unfamiliar and foreign and it…
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The Lake Burton Story
I live in the northern half of Georgia, which to those who are unaware, is full of hill country and mountains. The Appalachian trail starts in North Georgia, as do…
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The Cookie Monster at Night
I scare pretty easily. It’s not quite pathetic, but my husband is always laughing at me for it. Such as whenever the music in some scary movie crescendos, and there…
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Brown Spots
May 25th, 2017. I think there's something growing in my bathroom. I live in what can best be described as a town house with my parents, brother, and cat. My…
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Thirst of the Damned
Something happened today... and I can't begin to tell you how it has changed everything. It had started off as a typical day. I had chosen today to go to…
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Creepypasta Content Call!
Do you have a home video of something strange, disturbing, or just a little bit weird? Do you have any unexplainable footage or eerie recordings stashed away somewhere? If you…
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Appalachia – Part Two
The other campers and I begged the girl to go into more detail about Timmy’s alleged sightings within the Appalachian region. She seemed all too happy to oblige us, seeing…
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What I Found Wrapped in an Old Dog Food Bag
This story came so close to being a funny, lighthearted little anecdote that I would tell in loud, exaggerated voices to my friends around our lunch table. But sadly that’s…
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Appalachia – Part One
I heard this tale at summer camp. From a quiet girl who lived in a small town. On her life she swears it’s true… and I’m inclined to believe her.…
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Every Beast May Be Conquered
Every summer camp has their legends, and ours was Camo Boy. A borderline recluse in a camp filled to the brim with over-energized kids. The nickname came naturally, given the…
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Mr. Livingston
Dear Mr. Livingston, I understand that you are a man of business, often solely occupied in the matters that bring such a lively income to our estate. My good sir,…
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Red Aurora
I have never learned if those creatures have a name. It has always been just "they". I first learned of them when I was very young and lived in a…
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Made of Wax
Larkton County Museum was a place for children and adults alike to learn all about the local history of the small county. It was initially a large, empty dirt field…
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Call My Name
The house had an uneasy feeling about it. Mark had seen it first, and he’d fallen in love with it. She knew that any house she showed him after that…
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They Never Could Remember
The girls’ bathroom is haunted. That sentence was the sentence that tortured him. Not because it was true. But because every goddamn day of his life, that exact same string…
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Sarah’s Trail
I've lived in the town of Caulfied, Virginia all my life and I've never experienced anything more life threatening and horrific then when I travelled through Sarah's Trail. I was…
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One-Mississippi
One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, Three-Mississippi, four... Your child may be gone, but there is no need to mourn. I live in an isolated place. A big, old neighborhood where the homes are…
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Night Terrors
My hands are shaking. With every key I type, I feel this letter’s conception will attract them to me. You may wonder, dear reader, what I mean by, “them.” That…
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Children of God
Many of you reading this will believe it’s a work of fiction. But I’m currently sitting in my friend’s room while I type this, both of us terrified of what…
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Josephine Is Dead
Josephine Richardson woke up. With a great gasp, she sat upright. It took her a moment to recognize where she was: her room, in front of her typewriter. She laughed…
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Insatiable
There’s too much choice. I can’t possibly decide. People hurry past me; all sorts of people of different heights and skin tones and shapes and faces. Every single one of…
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