This was Peter's favorite time of year, late fall. Almost all the leaves had fallen from the trees and the crisp, cool temperatures made for almost perfect weather for him. Peter was a mailman in a somewhat affluent suburb of the city, doing one of...

I was never a believer in the supernatural. I didnโ€™t care for all those illogical ghost stories, and I always mocked my friends for telling them. They arenโ€™t real; they canโ€™t be. At least, not until I figured...

My brother and I bought the camp in Des Allemands for a song. It was an old trapperโ€™s cabin, set back down a bayou, well off the main lake and back in the swamp. It had no electricity, no water, no modern appliances, and needed...

This pasta was the second place winner of our Ghost Stories Creepypasta Writing Challenge. Congratulations! The first place winner will go live tomorrow. You can read the third place story here. โ€œHave you seen the Blaganschlor Hung by rope composed of gore Who says his name and nothing...

My eyelids were heavy and sandy, and they begged me for sleep. The conditions were perfect for it. The overhead lamps in my living room were switched off and the only light came from the TV, which created shadows that shifted across the room as...

What are you doing right now? Are you slumped on your couch mindlessly flipping through the TV channels? Are you tiredly scrolling through your Facebook feed for the fiftieth time today? Well shut that stuff down, and get off of your lazy bum because weโ€™re...

This was not here yesterday, Richard thought to himself as he stepped on the bulge in the hardwood floor. He leaned forward onto his right foot, placing as much force as he could on the raised area to test if it would give beneath his...

โ€œAm I asleep or am I awake?โ€ I ask myself for the fifth time this week. I blink rapidly, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of my bedroom. Dark, blurry shapes come into sharper focus. Now, I can see the...

Joan was not in the mood for the early shift. In a sleepy daze, without much (if any) mindfulness of what she was doing, she clutched her cell phone resting on her nightstand, and, after a few failed tries, dismissed the alarm that had been...

The three of us sit together in my backyard, beer bottles spread all around our little triangle. Leftover garbage from the sandwiches we ate earlier accompany those same beer bottles. I personally prefer Modelo, but all Santiago managed to bring us were some lukewarm, probably...

Summer camp was a memorable part of my childhood, but most memorable was that summer of '72. It was my last summer as a kid. I had just turned fifteen and was looking forward to starting high school in the fall with the...

โ€œAs the Wolf keeps count of the Deer so there is one that keeps count of Man.โ€ - the Repokan In the winter of 1683, a frontiersman of Swedish descent sits in the light of a tallow candle, a raven feather dipped in ink quivering in his...

THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN โ€œItโ€™s like something out of The X-Files,โ€ I said, aghast. It was close to midnight and to my horror Iโ€™d been called out to investigate the death of a child, a seven-year-old boy by the name of William McLoughlin. The boyโ€™s father,...

Cliff was finally upon the small Louisiana town of Crescent Falls that he had sought out. It was an unassuming, run down town that normally wouldnโ€™t attract anyone. But Cliff was not just passing through, and he wasnโ€™t your average traveler. Cliff had a penchant...

CHAPTER ONE Demons Of Darkness by Olivia B. She stood on the bridge In silence and fear For the demons of darkness Had driven her here They cut her heart Right out of her chest Making her believe That the demons knew best They were always there Sometimes just out of sight Waiting in the background Till the time...

Thomas Hughes was a boy of few words. Few people knew more than the obvious about Thomasโ€™s life-- he was a lonely child, and he had never known his parents. The story goes that they were killed when he was still very young, and he...

Fabled Oaks Elementary School - 1998 The bell rang out through the corridors and classrooms of Fabled Oaks Elementary School, signalling the end of another day for the children and teachers within. ...