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Death’s Usher: Unhallowed Ground
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here TRAVEL is an eye-opening, life-changing experience. That’s what merchants and adventurers at the Pit always told me. They…
Read NowDeath’s Usher: Curse of the Dhampir
I CAN’T MOVE. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. The only thing keeping me alive right now, despite the stake in my chest, is the black substance running through my…
Read NowI Drive a Taxi Between the Realms. Entry Three: Otherworld
Entry One Entry Two It's been a solid month since my unsettling trip to Tartarus. I still haven't heard anything about the woman I picked up. I suppose that finding…
Read NowI Drive a Taxi Between the Realms. Entry Two: Tartarus
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…
Read NowPlant The Seed
The sky over the golden kingdom had turned the color of an open wound. Lseynda pressed her back against the shattered remains of a marble colonnade and tried to breathe…
Read NowHow Summerville Got its Name
The white metal sign peppered with rusting bullet holes read Welcome to Summerville. Lara frowned, her foot lifting slightly from the accelerator. She leaned forward, squinting through the dust on…
Read NowSquirt’s Blood
The frontier, that section of the world where the roots are soaked by blood and tears rather than rain. Grampa told many stories: the be the immortal, mist-swimming striga, the…
Read NowDeath’s Usher: Know Your Enemy
Read Part One here Read Part Two here “BEFORE WE MOVE OUT,” Ibnar says, “we need to visit our homes and retrieve our gear.” “Right you are. Uh…” My stomach…
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Blood Moon: Bound in Blood and Magic
ORDINARY FOLK had no reason to fear the Moon. Or so they thought. It hung in the sky as a welcome guardian, pale as paper in its various phases, providing…
Read NowDeath’s Usher: Quarry of Slaves, Foundry of Souls
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here “DID YOU REALLY have to do that, Ibnar?” “Of course. According to the Law,…
Read NowIrnon Will Rise
As I sit here in this damp, dark cell, my only friend the warmth of the flickering candlelight illuminating this scrap of paper, I have to wonder how I got…
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A Bump In the Road
Sebastian woke up to the sound of a loud and repeated banging on his bedroom door. He opened his eyes slowly: the pounding of each knock enraged every muscle within…
Read NowPeople Say I’m Good
People have always said that I was good. Not nice, not kind, just good. Like it was just something they told me even before I could talk. People trusted me…
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The Night Tracker
As soon as my Master Octavius let me outside, I felt the breeze of the wind touch my whiskers. I cared for him, and the rest of his family as…
Read NowThe Girl Who Kept Finding Teeth
The first tooth arrived in the heart of a pear. Years later, whenever Adeline tried to explain everything that had happened, she always found herself returning to that afternoon, though…
Read NowDon’t Look Forward
The tornado wasn’t the first thing I noticed. It was the silence. Every morning, I drove the same stretch of freeway just after sunrise. The traffic was predictable. Brake lights.…
Read NowDon’t Trust the Ones Who Protect You
They call her the queen of mischief at King City High School—a title she earned with little effort. No one matched her audacious, rule-breaking nature. Fear held everyone back, for…
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The Watching Woods
The trail was too quiet. I knew she was watching me from somewhere either up the steep slope to my right or from the tangle of undergrowth to my left.…
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The Basement
Here is the journal I kept during my time at The Ash House. At times I was unable to write, so some entries are recorded by memory. At the time…
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Dimension of Samhain
My names, “Otis Levenson” the Pizza Delivery guy. I’m a senior in high school, and I am an average student, who sometimes slack off. So, to make myself feel more…
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