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I’m pretty sure my guardian angel is using me. I don’t know how, or more importantly why, but every time they save my life, someone else gets hurt. Growing up, whenever I would ask my Nana ...

Arknemul descended the last of the switchback stairs and stepped out onto the mud flats that surrounded the pits of depravity, and the smell reached him before the sound did. The smell was old copper and ...

My name is Jamal, and this is my dying declaration. Or maybe it isn't. I'm not really sure, to be honest. I'm not sure if what's coming for me is worse than dying, or better, or ...

I heard the crowd murmur. Men stood outside, drinking coffee, smoking, laughing, reminiscing. Inside woman fawned over fresh babies and children, gossiped and ate lemon cake. It was as if no one had died. They were ...

It seemed to go on forever; the trees, all dead, long dead. Dead for as long as the cold had been. They rocked back and forth as the snow came down, creaking occasionally. It was the ...

Kevin stared at his new house on woodlock drive. It was a one floor plus finished basement house. It was nothing to sneeze at but for a bachelor like himself it was perfect. Not to mention ...

The rhythmic creak-crunch of the rusted swing set was the only soundtrack to Mia’s childhood. At nine years old, Mia was a ghost in her own schoolyard. While other children clustered in screaming groups, Mia sat ...

Read Part One here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-bound-in-blood-and-magic/ Read Part Two here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-law-of-the-fish/ AS THE WATER WITCH HAD DECREED, a plague soon struck Milham’s Ford. One borne by the river, as she’d foretold before drowning in it, but also ...

Entry one:https://www.creepypasta.com/i-drive-a-taxi-between-the-realms-entry-one-dering-wood/ Slow day. I love a slow day. Yeah, time can certainly drag when I'm just driving around waiting for something to happen–someone to summon a ride. But I can't remember the last time I ...

I knew I was going to hate it the moment I walked through that door. The cramped entrance hall was already thick with the musty smell of old carpet. I kicked off my boots and stepped ...

The first stages of the trials were carried out covertly in ethics classes, debate forums, and social media accounts across the eastern half of the United States. The director and head of the trials, Doctor Ventura, ...

The rain from the previous night had cleared up, leaving a damp, heavy silence over the suburbs. In a different house, miles away from the tragedy that had struck Elena’s friends, four new girls—Martha, Naomi, Karen, ...

Let’s take a step back from the quasi-cosmic ramifications of the Great Mouser. Let’s talk about UFOs today. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that Darabont County is the Bridgewater Triangle of Vermont – ...

"Emotionally scarred creatures. They have a way of helping each other heal." I looked at Dr. Mollah, waiting for him to finish talking. “That’s why you should get a pet from the shelter. And trust me, ...

I first met Joshua at a party back in 1991. Darren invited me to one of his soirées. I'd been to a few before but this one stood out. I didn't recognise any of the guests, ...

Joshua woke just before the alarm, some animal part of him counting down the seconds until the shriek came. When it finally tore through the pit, a grinding, metallic wail that bounced off the packed dirt ...

I don’t know how much longer I can take this endless waiting before my sanity caves in. The walls of my house breathe my name. Shapes glitch by my window in my peripheral vision. I can ...

Yuri Gagarin was the first man to enter space. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone ignorant of this fact. The knowledge of his feat seems almost universal, the Soviet cosmonaut’s name inseparable from history. Neil Armstrong ...

January 16, 2012. Klakzkrig. ​Exhausted, I was sprawling face-down in bed, feeling like I’d been dragged through a combine harvester and then forced to plow the rest of the field by hand. The day had been ...

If you are reading this, then I am more than likely dead. I want you to understand something before you read any further. I am not a dramatic person. I am not the kind of man ...

Memories are fragile, but a photograph lasts forever. That’s why I never went anywhere without my DSLR. I needed to capture everything—the old hardwood floors of our house, the strange, keyhole-shaped pupils of our matching eyes, ...

FILE 2.8 [Ted Stokes] - The 'TDC' Experiment - 01/26/1992Note: The following text was found on a notepad in the now-destroyed 'AFM' base in central Idaho, and is presumed to have been written by Ted Stokes, ...

People at work call me the ‘Ninja Nurse’.I didn't hate the nickname at first. There's something almost dignified about it. Ninjas are disciplined and precise. They’re quick, and they move without being seen. If you're going ...

Age 2 Garuk could not have been more than twenty months when his first memory took root, and even then it came back to him in fragments, the way the earliest kind of memories always do ...