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The Doors of Stone
The elevator rumbled and shook as it descended. I could hear the massive gears grinding into place as they lowered the cage-like box deeper into the earth. I felt my…
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The Chimney Man
My dad built his dream cabin in the southern Ozarks back in 1991, a reward to himself for achieving early retirement. The damn thing took nearly a year to build,…
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Mr. Flysuit and the Mandela Effect
There’s this thing - a phenomena, really - called the “Mandela Effect.” This lady, Fiona Broome, coined the phrase back in 2010 and it’s some bat-shit crazy stuff, lemme tell…
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Nobody Saw It Coming
Dead leaves crunch underneath, noises of crickets joining in to create a small melody for my walk back. The air while cool, is yet dry tonight, no wind in the…
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Out of Hell
Home again after a difficult but very rewarding day of convincing people not to give up on the gift of life. Richard Burner often had to deal with pretty stubborn…
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Creepypasta Content Survey
Creepypasta.com has seen a lot of great stories this month, and we’re hopeful to keep up that trend! In an effort to best guide our selection process, we wanted to…
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The Last Pine Barrener
About eight years ago, my great-grandfather, Everett, passed away. Initially, you might say, that doesn’t seem like something worth writing down, but you see, he was 126 years old. Guinness…
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Anniversary
For the thirtieth time, they pulled the book from its place on the shelf. He blew a year’s worth of dust from the cover before smiling at her and leading…
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The Yellow Walls
June 30 The void that my parents have left behind ever since their death has slowly begun to consume the whole of me. I had seen it happen with my…
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Inspiration
It’s a writer's worst nightmare. The moment when you just couldn’t come up with anything, absolutely nothing, when the well of creativity dries up. It’s frustrating. Us writers call this…
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Theater Six
During the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, I had a job at the local cinema. I’m 26 years old now and well on my way…
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The Oojkata
Turn back now, before your past is dug up like old bones and your soul is consumed in fire. I blinked once, watching the faded trees, like twisted, gnarled fingers…
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Scarecrows
Sunset had fallen on the countryside, and the warmth of the day was fading with each passing moment. Vespers of an autumn breeze whispered through the fields, setting the amber…
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A Shadow of My Former Self
Mad. We were all called that by the "normal" people who lived outside our white padded walls. Believe me, none of us chose this life. It was almost as if…
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The First of the Three
For William, it all started out as nothing more than a strange way of impressing a pretty girl, and he certainly wouldn't have been the first in the long history…
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I’m Where I Should Be
My mom died and I could not accept it for nine years afterward. Declared a suicide. Went mad looking for what happened, until one day I resigned to it and…
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Tappy Crow: The Calling of the Crows
The glare of the computer screen was the only light shining throughout the dimly lit room. Besides the sounds of quick, mechanical, keyboard clicking and an occasional finger tapping on…
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One’s Diary
Entry 1 I cannot describe the determination it has taken to get this accomplished, but I finally have control. I must thank this one body for allowing me to touch…
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Anhedonius
I. The sign from above doesn’t come in time to stop the man's finger from squeezing the trigger, and I don’t think it’s intended to, but it does come in…
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Mister Scant
The following was dictated to me by my niece, who is currently eight years old. To the best of my knowledge, all of the events took place as described, although…
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