I was fourteen when I went into The Tunnels for the first time eleven years ago. It was almost the end of summer vacation, a few weeks before school started. There were five of us, six if you counted Chaz, a junior at Pace Middleton....

Their world was white. For as long as they could remember, the world had been white. Perfectly white snow was all around. Even when the snow had ceased falling from the sky, it was still cold. It was always cold. Cold enough that the snow...

Tiger canโ€™t change his stripes, tiger canโ€™t change his stripes. That was the motto Jo chanted in her head as she slowly rode over to 7 Brook Street. She found herself circling the block a couple times even after she had located the place, too...

Delia jogged into the forest, smiling as she listened to her motherโ€™s cry to be careful. She was going to play with the fairies, they would keep her safe! Running over upturned roots and thick underbrush, Deliaโ€™s slipper-clad feet barely touched the ground as she...

The flawless white of the perfect snow stretched ambitiously towards the amber horizon. The immense glass walls seemed to amplify the majesty of the Norstu desert. Iโ€™d have been struck down by awe if perfection were not now a staple aspect of everyday life. The...

Share Your Unusual Fears

Happy December, everyone! Since submissions are closed, I thought it might be nice to have a discussion topic that will be - I hope - conducive to inspiring new pastas. Closed submission periods are intended not only to give me time to catch up on the backlog, but also to give you guys time to work on new stories without any "pressure" from the open period's timeframe. We've discussed our biggest fears before, but this month I want to put a little spin on that same topic. What do you fear despite said fear making absolutely no sense? I'm not talking about classic fears like being killed or looking into mirrors at night or the zombie apocalypse. I mean little things that most people wouldn't consider scary, yet still give you a deep, true chill. Here's an example - this is my own, and yes, I know it's very silly: When using Google Earth or any sort of constellation/night sky map program, if I zoom in too close and stray too far from any landmass (or mapped star), I get a really uneasy feeling. So zooming in and accidentally pausing somewhere isolated in the middle of the Pacific, or somewhere with no known/visible celestial objects - I get seriously creeped out and have to scramble my cursor back to the safety of known, mapped places/objects. So yes, I get creeped out by maps! I expect it's more the isolation and unknown (to me) territory that is truly affecting me, it's just interesting that it manifests in such a silly way. I'm also sure this is why I'm so fond of submissions that deal with similar themes like exploration, deep-space travel, creepy sea beasts, and the like. I hope you see what I'm going for with this question now that I've revealed my slightly embarrassing fear! I'd love to hear your own next; if you have any thoughts or analysis about why [insert mundane thing] unsettles you so much, please share that as well! It's my hope that we both have a fun discussion as well as plant some seeds of inspiration for some new, unique creepypastas. As the raffle period has expired, I am putting the contest portion of this post behind a cut.

Publisher's Note: If you enjoy this story, the author encourages you to read its companion piece, Sniff. My first job was at a 24-hour restaurant called Flaviโ€™s, on Third and Burlington in Westlake. It was a real hole-in-the-wall place, the type where patrons line up beneath...

JayJay suspected herself of having a mild form of ADHD to balance out her high IQ. It was undiagnosed, if so; she had better things to spend her money on than psychoanalysis. Still, there were the occasional days like today, when her concentration...

โ€œEverybody ready?โ€ Our tour guide called out from the front of the bus. All of us let out a collective, โ€œmmhm,โ€ in agreement. โ€œGreat, because weโ€™ll be there in ten minutes.โ€ He said back to us. I stared out the...

During the summer of 2014, when I had just turned 17, I left my home in a Northern European country to live with a host family and study at a high school in the province of BC in Western Canada. I unfortunately cannot tell you...

I'm a bit of a light sleeper, so any noise at all will wake me up. Itโ€™s part of the reason I live alone. I don't want some roommate waking me up in the middle of the night. But because of that night, I wish...

Even from the far end of the platform, seeing the whole of the lower station at 190th Street, Harold noticed only one other person waiting for the train. Granted, it was quite late, around 2:30am, on (what day was it?) a weeknight, but still,...

It was your standard blue collar work dayโ€”in at 9, work for eight hours, out by 5. My dad was on his way home to have a standard blue collar evening when something not-so-standard happened. Driving home from work, his car was hit by some...