I've heard there are two kinds of people: those who have vivid dreams, dreams of things and events, some impossible some mundane, some joyous some horrible -- and those who have the same kinds of dreams but don't remember them. I'd give anything if I...

I lifted my eyes for only a moment. His form was unspeakable. An insidious darkness, a void opened to reality. My body lost all its strength, I fell to the floor, loosing my bladder. “Speak, slave.” The demon’s voice was sharp, metallic. I strained to lift my...

“The Inventor” “Thank you kindly, sir,” I said, handing the coachman a dull silver shilling. “No need to wait for me.” I stepped out onto a cobblestone terrace amidst a garden of long-withered flowers that lead to the mansion. I began a brisk walk, marveling at the...

My basement has never exactly been a welcoming place. It’s unfurnished; there’s no carpet and the walls consist of boring, exposed bricks. There’s a set of old wooden stairs on one end that creaks whenever anyone uses them. Behind the stairs is a storage area...

(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 I've sent in two years. It feels great to be writing again! Thanks for reading...

He was an exceedingly average man. He had sometimes done good deeds and had sometimes done bad deeds. He had built up bad habits and good habits, neither outweighing the other. He was just average. If anyone had asked him he couldn't have said why he...

“Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there,” the man at the bar said to me, nursing a fresh two-fingers’ worth of Ketel vodka in a tumbler he cradled between his thick, calloused fingers. “‘He wasn’t there again today. Oh how I...

I haven't got much time left, but I'm going to try and write as much of this down as possible. right now I can hear it looking outside. It must have gotten Anthony too, making me the only one left. The story and events I...

My sister has been gone for 25 years now, I think it's finally time to tell her story. It was summer, my sister, Ella and I had barely lived on the farm 6 months. Our father was off in the military, having been gone about 2...