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A Crooked Man
The Crooked Man was tired,His aching bones grew weary.A longing for death he had acquired,His mind filled with thoughts so eerie. He wondered why he was the only one to…
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The Strangers
My name is Andrew Erics. I used to live in a city you probably heard of called New York. My mother is Terrie Erics—Teresa, really. She's in the phone book…
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If you’re Reading This, Please Don’t Apply for a Dishwasher Position at Riverside Memories Retirement Community.
I was opening the shift that day. I walked past the golf cart with its flat tire. It was coming up on its 2-year anniversary of being broken. I scanned…
Read NowChildhood Fears
I have to stop doing this. I know I have work in the morning. I know I have one strike, but I just get distracted. The basement is dimly lit…
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Update 3/1: I've made a possible fix. I will be monitoring any incoming ratings to see how things look, but if you CAN rate now, please comment here and let…
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My Daddy Always Picked Me Up At the Bus Stop
“My daddy always picked me up at the bus stop.” I was surprised by a tiny voice saying that, in the cramped corridors of the crappy apartment complex my brother…
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My town has been invaded by monsters from another dimension
For the first time in a week I am able to send out a message to the world, telling all who will listen about the plight of my people. Seven…
Read NowLighthouse
Forgive me, as I am never sure where to begin telling a story. I never was a storyteller. I tend to include useless information and jump around. So I will…
Read NowDeath Dreams
1. I wish these birds would shut up. I’m trying to sleep… What time is it? The sun seems so bright. Did I forget to close the sunshades last night?…
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Mr. Goodly
My hands tremble as I type this. I apologize for any mistakes I might make, but I don’t have much time. To be honest, I’ll be lucky to finish, but…
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Why I Don’t Go Trick-or-Treating Anymore
My name isn’t really important, but for now, I’ll go by Monty. A little backstory, I grew up in a small town just outside of Hartford, Connecticut. Real nice place…
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The Macabre Collector
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear,and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the Unknown.”—H.P. Lovecraft I had to save her. That means I…
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The Curse Of Imagination
“Why does a writer write? Because they must.” -Anton Richards These words have been repeating in my head for the last week. They pound in my brain like a jackhammer.…
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There’s something haunting the Eastern European countryside. Don’t let it see you.
For those not accustomed to it, life in rural Eastern Europe can feel very lonely and isolating. I’ve spent all of my teenage life and most of my childhood in…
Read NowNecromaster
(This is a conclusion to the previous two pastas, "Necropotence," and "War of the Dead." I was a mod for the old creepypasta forum, and this is the first submission…
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Berries in the Window
I met Elaine at the rim of a fountain. The water bellowed from the spicket in its ornate pattern. The fact it was running at all was a miracle for…
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The Empty Apartment
I moved into my apartment complex two months ago. I started hearing things a week later. It was subtle at first. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would…
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Hospitality
I. The snow had stopped about an hour ago, but god damn, it was still a treacherous road. Mark turned up the radio, half to keep himself awake, and half…
Read NowA Haunting
A HAUNTING I remember it clear as day, as if it happened yesterday, even though it was almost eleven years ago. I didn't have the best of childhoods, if we're…
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The Truck-stop
Hershel King had been driving a big rig since the age of eighteen and that was nearly thirty years ago. He liked to tell people that he didn’t know how…
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