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
Elsie stood on the front steps of the mall, her brunette hair waving in the wind as she gazed at the fading storm, the clouds illuminated by the sunset. The air still smelled of petrichor and wet concrete, a nostalgic, earthy scent that brought her back to the first time
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Waylan stood in the dim light of the early morning, his truck parked at the edge of a forgotten dirt road. He bent down and laced up his knee-high snake boots, pulling the strings tight to make sure they fit just right. The boots were tough and made for rough
I was working when the call came through–the defining call of what would become of my life. The last words I would ever hear her speak. The last time I would ever have a chance to talk with the woman I love with my entire being and soul. And I
I want to be upfront about something: I am a VFX artist. I moved to New Jersey eight months ago so I could have have a reasonable commute to a mid-sized effects house in Secaucus that I’d been doing remote work for. I have spent the past six years of
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I do not tell this story to people anymore because nobody believes the story about the fire lookout tower. Even the friends who were with me that night at the fire lookout tower refuse to talk about what happened at the fire lookout tower. It is one of those things
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The bulb hung from a wire that didn’t seem to lead anywhere. Above it, darkness. Below, a circle of yellow light, and inside it, a man on his knees, hands braced against the floor, his chest rising and falling as if he had been running his whole life. Maybe he
When my mother was alive, she was quite the storyteller. My brothers and I were constantly told stories of her youth, how she met our father, what we were like as babies—but those were never our favorites. No, what we loved were her scary stories. She was a master of
So I’ve been busy going through the archives and you know, doing my job, so I haven’t had a lot of time to type up much. Tall Jim needed to start work shortly after he relayed the stories I posted before but he said I could hit him up during
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September 17, 20– To whoever is reading: Please pardon my recollections and remembrances, as the events that have occurred in the past 24 hours have been the oddest, most appalling, and most confusing that I, and perhaps any other man, have experienced. The consistent knocking and banging on the other
“Oh, sweet child… don’t cry. I’ll lick your scars softly… nibble at them slowly… and finally eat them. Your pain is so beautiful. Hush now… hush… let me take it all away…” Even now, from time to time, so many years later, in the dead of night, I hear those
Life tends to have its favorites, and I have never been one of them. My sister was lucky to be born first, as life favored her far before I came along. She got most of our parents’ wealth, she graduated valedictorian, has her masters, has a beautiful family— “Kam!” Ashley’s
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The following files are all concerning Project Icarus Rising and are considered highly classified. Icarus Rising was an attempt to build a ship that could travel around the sun. The ship was equipped with state of the art engines and outfitted to deal with extreme heat. The trip lasted 36
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