You’re happy. The sun is shining in a perfect, cloudless blue sky, the birds are singing peaceful tunes, everyone you meet is kind and gracious to you, and your friends are picking you up this evening to take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see. But that’s not […]
Jonathan Felix sat back in the chair after affixing the final electrodes to his skull. He currently reclined in one of the most expensive private scientific investments in the world, and today was the fruition of his, and many others, efforts. The aim of the project was to open a
Lighting a match he let the fire lick up to his fingers, he dropped the blackened, burning match into a cup of stale coffee, relishing in the familiar sound of the extinguished flame. His burnt fingers and lips were tokens of his fate, it seemed. The fire was somehow apart
The first thing you need to remember is to never turn around. If you turn around, you’re dead. It had been a long day at the office taking calls from China, sorting through endless stacks of paper, dozing off with my elbows on my clear glass desk. . . definitely
It felt like the short time after one wakes up from a nap; it feels as if everything is not real, as if you are still not fully awake. I opened my eyes and found myself placed in this scene straight out of a thriller. I found myself standing in
It’s been made clear to me that for many of you guys, writing a Creepypasta is your first foray into non-school-mandated creative writing. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and distinctly not-creepy inside, because I like having a hand – however small – in encouraging people to do
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Long gone are the days of wrestling with road maps, searching desperately for certain road signs, and sheepishly swallowing your pride to ask locals for directions. Today, in the modern world of technology and convenience, you rely on a GPS to get you where you need to be. You
I’m writing this down in this journal because if I don’t, I may go insane. You may think me insane after reading my story. I wish I was. My name is Jared Baldwin, and I am twenty-two years old. I recently moved into a brand new apartment in rural Maine.
A stone quarry is an awful place to be at night if you’ve got a nervous disposition, like I do. The silhouettes created by the hewn rocks look like stalking figures, and the whole place is haunted by twisted shadows. Even worse, tonight it’s raining. The heavy plinking of water
File Report #21 Location: Unknown (Estimated In Midwest) Time: Unknown Case: Closed *The following evidence was recorded using a tape recorder. The tapes were sent to our department two weeks ago with no return address. We suspect that there was more audio recorded, but we only received three. We do
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There is a school somewhere in the midwest. It’s a boarding school, that used to be widely known for taking in the troubled youth and attempting to restore them to a normal functioning level, and re-released upon the masses. Because of the precarious nature of a majority of the students,
~Written 2 months ago~ ~Mood: Nostalgic~ Okay, so I feel I must explain a few things to you. First of all, I am male, and believe it or not, I am a homosapien. That may come as a shock to a few of you seeing as I do come across
Dear Abby, We’ve never met before, so this may seem a bit odd, but I feel this is necessary. My name’s Jay for starters, I work the checkout line at the grocery store up on 67th Street. You know the one with the parking lot that’s way too big for
I recommend that you stop reading this now. Don’t say you weren’t warned. When I was younger, I would always get scared watching horror films and reading horror stories, just like everyone else. But, as I’m sure lots of other people will tell you, the real horror sets in after
To whoever may find this – My recently deployed expedition into these vast mountains has been proven fruitless to say the least. In the past twenty-four hours I have witnessed events my mind cannot quite grasp. I feel my sanity melting away by the moment as this single red candle’s
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It was a normal Friday night in Glasgow, Scotland. Clubs were clearly visible, the bright lights and the blaring noise dominating the night. But with light, there was also darkness. There was one, almost abandoned, housing estate where nothing was there and everything was silent, almost as if a bubble
I’m sure that it must happen to everybody. If you’re lucky, it only occurs in dreams; that moment where some part of your brain decides that whatever horrible thing that’s currently happening is just too awful, that things will never be the same and that this cannot actually be real – and of course,
So a little bit about myself before I relay a little bit of my story and if you guys enjoy it I will periodically come back and tell you a few more stories. Wealth may not run in my family but I sure inherited a lot of ghost stories. The
This is not a fictional story. This is an account of what happened to me when I was young. It was a normal day in County Kerry in Ireland, well, what the rest of you would consider to be normal. The likes of you reading this will probably have a
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself…”-Franklin D. Roosevelt In the state of Illinois, there is a small village called Xenia. The U.S. Census Bureau states that there are 407 people living within the town limits as of 1999. On April 26th,I was driving up from Texas
You are sitting there right now, exactly as I was just two weeks ago. You are reading through these articles, daring yourself to feel fear. You are laughing at posts that seem fake to you, brushing off the slight tingle you feel racing down your spine. You are looking around
There have been many myths surrounding the belief that corporeal beings are capable of crossing into our world from another plain of extistence, usually with utmost intent to wreak naught but havoc, and that is what causes the hound of fear to sink it’s teeth into mankind. But what if
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During the second world war many families in Berlin where confined to shelters for days, sometimes weeks while outside air raids flew overhead. Many of the children, who were supposed to be at school making friends, where instead put under great stress. However during this time, the english government, in
Typing this as we speak is burning my mind. He doesn’t want me to tell you. ‘His’ name is the Manipulator . You’ve seen him. You know you have. But you don’t want to remember. You’d rather condemn it to the back of your mind. He’s a tall, dark figure.
