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Creepy Woman
I live in what most people would consider to be a small town. It's nothing like backcountry, but a small suburb. I work in the city which is about an…
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The Lantern
1 The House It sank deep into his mind that he was being watched in the cold neighborhood. The light green shade of fog rolled through the houses. It covered…
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Deadly Trick-or-Treating
PART 1 Halloween, 1999 It was Halloween night, in the year 1999. I was 10 years old, in the fifth grade. I lived in a town in New Hampshire, and…
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Oppression
I had been alone in the police interrogation room for over an hour. I checked my cigarettes to find I only have one left “damn.” I said as I pulled…
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What Was Left Behind
Last summer, myself and my friend Jason (name changed for obvious reasons) broke all the rules. Let me explain to be clear; this wasn’t a cross with the law, breaking…
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The Horror in The Basement
My name is Paxton and my experience occurred in western Canada on October 24th of 2015. I won't go into too many details about myself, what is important is the…
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In the End
Garren was lost. He’d sworn to remember the route, if only to keep his family safe, but the series of darkened and convoluted corridors they’d been led down all looked…
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House Call
It was Sandy’s day off, but she decided to stop by her workplace anyway. Sandy was a pharmacist in a local chain drug store and she loved her job. Why…
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The Accident
It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and…
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Where Power Lies
I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. They made that tight squeeze against the glass, not a forgotten…
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The Dancing Tramp
The pungent smell of disinfectant. A corridor lit a brilliant white by the LED lights overhead. Men in drab white garbs rushing by, each and every one of them plagued…
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A Cure for Trauma
My older brother stood over me, eyes blown wide and a smile spread across his face. He held out a hand to me like he was approaching a wounded animal,…
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Graybark Drive
It all began the night the man in the black coat came to Graybark Drive. Looking back, Harrison Naylor might have found that odd, because it was also the night…
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The Tower Abiding
The only thing I can remember is this tower. I must have been somewhere else before coming here. I don’t remember anything before this, but I know things. I know…
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My Grandma Used To Love Birds
What I remember most about Grandma Dawn is that she loved birds. She always put food out for them in her garden, and when she was still mobile she’d go…
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Dear Diary, Goodnight
2017-10-07 Dear Diary, I am new to writing these entries, but nevertheless, I’ll try to write in this regularly. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I have had it for…
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The Crimson Mansion
It was 2:05 AM when I did it. Everything around was completely quiet, not a single person in sight. I grabbed the folding ladder out from my garage and neatly…
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Creepypasta.com Needs Sacrifices!
Creepypasta.com needs sacrifices! ... That is to say, we’re looking for volunteers. As many of you are aware, Creepypasta.com runs a Facebook page, which can be found here. We’re looking…
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Why We Fear the Dark
I don't have much time, so read every word carefully... because detail is not a vanity I can afford right now. My name is Seth Anderson. I am a 43-year-old…
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Makhar the Small
I will tell this story only once. Pass it around. Alter it if you like. But once I am done with the story. I want nothing more to do with…
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Rising Waters
Auster sat at the aged wooden desk, pulling out his weathered journal. He placed it down then reached back into his satchel and retrieved his oaken fountain pen. The pages…
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The Zombie Pitch
So, what’s it like to be a zombie? I’ll save you the effort of asking because we both know that’s what you’re thinking… right? Or, more to the point, what…
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