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The Demon Butcher of Palos Park
In my home town we have a legend. In the 1890s, a man called Butcher (this was back when people got their name from their trades) had a butcher shop…
Read NowChild of God
August 1st marks the tenth anniversary of the day the hunters came, though none of my family celebrates this anniversary. I'm only telling this story because I owe it to…
Read NowBeside Mind
Greek: παράνοια (paranoia), "madness", παρά (para), “beside”, νόος (noos), “mind" For the sake of protecting my identity, as if it matters at this stage, I’ll tell you my name is…
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Crash Hand
There wasn't much about 2015 that didn't completely suck. My marriage was falling to pieces. My spouse had grown cold and indifferent. Our son hadn't been diagnosed with autism yet.…
Read NowA Story About A Dog
I’ve heard it said before that if you believe in angels, you must believe in demons as well. I’m not sure if I truly believe that either really exist and…
Read NowWhen You Go A-Knocking
Growing up in small town in the middle of Kansas in the 1970s meant that not only was there not much to do as a slightly mischievous teenager, but if…
Read Now44 Ashbrooke Lane
I was seven when I moved into that house at Ashbrooke Lane. At least that’s what my parents tell me. My recollection of that time is vague. I have memories…
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The Grim (Black Shuck)
It was a dark, foggy night, as it really should be whenever something eerie happens. I was walking from my dad’s house over to my mom’s. I’d had a fight…
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What Lurks Beyond the Indiangrass
It was almost Halloween. Leafless tree branches swayed in the crisp breeze. The grey overcast sky hinted at yet another day of rain. Yellow-grey cornstalks flitted past and dead leaves…
Read NowGrandpa’s Hand
I remember the first time I ever saw Grandpa’s hand…I was a little kid at the time, and I didn’t know the story behind it. Nobody did, as I found…
Read NowUnder The Blanket
Looking back, I’d say I had a pretty enjoyable childhood, nothing bad ever happened to me. I barely ever got sick, never broke any bones, or got into fights with…
Read NowFrogs Are Good Luck
I grew up in Northern Nevada, and have always had a love for the macabre side of things. Interested in ghost stories and the town’s folklore, I often found myself…
Read NowThe Halloween Game
My name is Steven Kerns.Yes.That Steven Kerns.If you are reading this, it is probably because my lawyer released this document after something happened to me. I told him to put…
Read NowVisceroys and Artisans
I have to say one of the things I hate the most is to have somebody walking behind me, doesn't matter if it's a friend or a complete stranger, I…
Read NowKosciusko, Texas
There are some places in Texas I advise you to go to: San Antonio. Austin. Poteet. Dallas. La Vernia. Just to name a few if you want to experience real…
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 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…
Read NowOnce, In Karachi
It was his first time in Karachi. The coastal city seemed to sprawl on forever, and for a little while he was concerned about getting lost there. But, fortunately he…
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The Shadow in the Doorway
I love myths, urban legends, paranormal stories and chronicles of unexplainable mysteries and phenomena. As a kid, I actively sought books and articles on the topic, no matter how vaguely…
Read NowS.S. Yongala
The tropical waters were warm, even on a night dive, but Aaron still wore a wetsuit. He switched on the video camera attached to his mask, then pressed the start…
Read NowThe Man in the Black Hat and Suspenders
As many stories here on Creepy-Pasta start off, cliché or not; I have never told anyone these stories. This will be the first time I document them anywhere. I may…
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