Night One — 11:17 PM The refrigerator hums in the kitchen, falls silent, then starts again. I’ve been staring at the same paragraph in my nursing notes for nearly twenty minutes. Outside, rain taps against the window while tree branches scrape and rattle against the frame. The temperature has dropped
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The house on 4th Street didn’t break all at once. It fractured slowly, in the quiet spaces between arguments, until the tension became a living, breathing thing that crowded seven-year-old Joy out of her own home. During the last four months, the soundtrack of Joy’s life consisted of slammed doors,
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If you are reading this, there is a very likely chance I am either dead or at the very least in a hospitalized state. It’s currently 12:43 PM as I am writing this, and every minute I spend writing is another step closer to certain death. I have no way
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 herself will likely take some time. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about her a lot–her, as well as myself, or who
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It has been precisely 42 days since I have seen another human being. I just woke up one day, and since I live alone, I didn’t notice immediately. It’s funny that scientists say that people need other people to stay alive and sane, but I have never felt that way.
I wake up on my couch, the television stuck on “Are you still watching?” Rolling over, I glance at the coffee table. “Where’s my phone?” I sit up, scouring back and forth, unable to find the device that keeps track of my life and keeps me on track in life.
We stand in the overgrown lot, staring at the cluttered remains of the large wooden building in the deep reaches of the West Virginia Mountains. Nature had taken most of the area back, with just a few remaining structures of the old town left. If you didn’t know it, you
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Twice, two separate times, in the span of only six months, it’s happened. I go to bed, like any other night and wake up outside, lying on the ground in the middle of the woods, staring up at the eerie pine trees that rise above me. I can’t move, I
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I watched as the flames ate through the bright stitching of the collar. The sun had at last withdrawn, and the fire now furnished nearly all that remained of the visible world around me, its light advancing and receding across the ground with every movement of the flames. I sensed
Okay, so I have some friends from Castleton coming up for a week-ish long vacation. I’d already got the week off from the MILF (paid, thank god) so we’re set to drive around the area and check out some of the touristy places I haven’t gotten a chance to visit
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I remember this one quote.It has been stuck in my mind ever since I opened that book in my mother’s study. It was a compilation of humanity’s worst moments, all detailing similar terrible tales.The quote was from a survivor of the Rwandan Genocide.A group of militia men caught her trying
“Do you want to be happy?” The man next to me asked without turning around. I said nothing at first, my mind was occupied with dark thoughts. The last nights had been shaped by memories and sleeplessness. It took me a while to realise through the fog that someone spoke
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I don’t have long to write this, so I’m going to write it fast. I keep smelling jasmine and camphor as I’m typing this on my phone. It started twenty minutes ago. It’s getting stronger. I know what that means now. I wish I knew it earlier, when I smelled
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A sea of infinite darkness. This is my view as I sit outside on my small balcony and gaze up into the night sky. I had not done this in a while. But tonight I watched for hours as the sky shifted from its joyous sea of blue to the
There’s a legend in my town about the old farm road. Most people pay it no attention, but the old folks swear it’s true. “The Highwayman lurks there,” they say. We scoff and go on. After all, small towns like ours have a ghost story under every rock. This summer,
The cedar smoke from the campfire clutched at our lungs, a thick, gray shroud that seemed to isolate us from the rest of Camp Oakwood. I remember the heat on my face and the prickling chill on my spine. That was the night I met Adam. He was a pale
Obsessed with a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. – Eugene O’Neill II am in many ways blessed, for I could have been very different. I could have been birthed in the plains of Africa, dancing for the rains
Drip. Drip drip drip. That’s all I can make out, the slow dribble of some far away liquid hitting the floor. The sound around me is muffled, like wax has been stuffed deep within the canals, eating away the vibrations before they reach my core. Each day, is it a
Kevin stared at his new house on woodlock drive. It was a one floor plus finished basement house. It was nothing to sneeze at but for a bachelor like himself it was perfect. Not to mention he got the place for an absolute steal. However it wasn’t the cheap house
The rhythmic creak-crunch of the rusted swing set was the only soundtrack to Mia’s childhood. At nine years old, Mia was a ghost in her own schoolyard. While other children clustered in screaming groups, Mia sat on the black rubber seat of the lone swing at the edge of the
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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 can’t remember the last time I had it so easy. Sure, I’ve had a few short trips today, each easily
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I first met Joshua at a party back in 1991. Darren invited me to one of his soirées. I’d been to a few before but this one stood out. I didn’t recognise any of the guests, which was strange. Usually I’d know a few of them. But even stranger was
If you are reading this, then I am more than likely dead. I want you to understand something before you read any further. I am not a dramatic person. I am not the kind of man who makes things up or tells tall tales to get attention. I have lived
A book swiftly closed with a loud thump, and I turned around to toss it towards the pile. I stopped for a moment, admiring the never-ending tower of journals that came before it. A thousand pages each, centuries upon centuries of my duties recorded within them, ink slowly fading from
