I barely noticed as a fiery sky descended into oblivion consisting of twinkling, miniscule suns and as the sounds of the hospital dimmed to the ticks of clocks and the beeps of machines. I just lay in that bed, trying to make sense of my thoughts. As the drugs to […]
I don’t know how it happened, only how it started. I thought it was just my overactive imagination, but then things escalated. I know for sure that I’m being haunted and it’s driving me off the edge. I’m overdrawing this; I’ll just tell you the story. My friend has schizophrenia.
“I don’t want to go to Mee Mee Linda’s anymore.” Britney’s little girl, Kristan, said as she was getting her ready to take to her mother’s house. Britney was confused by this, her daughter never had a problem with going to her grandmother’s house before. She always dropped Kristan off
Camp Royaneh, the Boy Scout camp where I work has been around for many years. 86 years to be precise. However, what people often forget is, prior to becoming a Boy Scout camp, this place was the Watson Ranch, and before that it was controlled and inhabited by the Pomo
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You know we’re here. We’re that presence you feel the thing that pushes you to run up or down the stairs as if the steps were made of hot coals. We’re the thing that keeps you turning around when walking down a dark empty street alone. We’re the thing that
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I think I can remember how it started; faintly, but I can. When I was surfing the web looking for some creepy, interesting lore; when I found a really fascinating volume consisting of the being titled “Slenderman.” I loved the idea. I loved everything about it. I soon became obsessed.
Some time ago, I lost somebody that I loved deeply. We don’t need to go into the specifics, since it’s not ultimately relevant to what I have to tell you. But there was a loss, and I felt it down to the bone. After a few days of crying in
We laughed and laughed about it for weeks. The whole idea of it was just blasphemy. It was like a bad horror movie escaped out of a $2 bin at the Lucky’s gas station and made its way to reality. They called him “The Carrier” and as soon as the
[ADMIN NOTE: THE FIRST PART OF THIS PASTA CAN BE FOUND HERE] Oh, so I see you got my email. Your reply was rather vulgar, I’ll admit, but I have to tell you this, I fear for my family and friends. I want them to know I didn’t die an
The file size was exactly 666 kilobytes. The name of the file was stn.dll, and it was a computer virus, although it wasn’t a type of virus I have ever encountered before. Well, that is until about 3 years ago, and I guess I should start from there. I know
Upon the cloudy night he did come, The Slender-Man hunts for his prey. Alone, a walker roams the forest he does, and within seconds, gone they are away. The detectives they hunt for clues of the events of what did partake that night. Though nothing could be found at the
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Why do you continue to seek me out? You cannot find me if I do not will it. I am the night… and yet, you know I am here. I see you, shivering as I cross the room. You twitch when I slip under your bed. You can feel me.
“Come here and try this with us!” You awake to your friends gathered around the coffee table in front of you. That’s right… You had a small party while your parents were out of town for the weekend. Well, if you could call it that. Only four people showed up,
The screen flickered as a man typed his story into the computer. His mind was racing, and so was his heart. He wanted the world to know as soon as possible about what he had discovered. What lay ahead. What nearly ended his life. As he typed, he turned his
It is with you at your birth and will haunt you to the day you die. What am I talking about? Well, I am trying to put out the real answers to these questions: What is in the corner of our eye? Why do we dream? and Why do we
I’m bawling my eyes out as I type this, locked in my closet. For those of you who think this is one of those internet ghost stories, then I envy you. After this you can just continue on with your lives, but it will catch up with you soon enough.
Rain tapped at the windows, and wind howled outside. The weather was crappy for summer, but Lisette couldn’t be happier. Curled up with a book and steaming mug of tea, the fifteen-year-old girl quietly read and sipped contentedly, occasionally glancing to see the unbroken, glossy sheet of rainwater slide down
“And that’s because you’re a spoiled brat!” Says my mother… You know, it’s not great knowing that your parent’s last words toward you were pretty damn harsh. But whatever, you know? I got out of there, once and for all, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the crap-school, the
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Bayou La Batre, Alabama, 1995. Friday, between pitch dark and first light, the Gulf Breeze, a shrimp trawler out of Corpus Christi, Texas, entered the Bayou Shell Banks. A dead fog full of moonbeams rested over the marsh. Swamp-stench curdled the air, a real nose burner. As she passed through
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Freddy Krueger only stalks the victims that fear him, right? He plays with their dreams and gets into the deepest and darkest parts of their subconscious minds, right? That kind of stuff only happens in movies, right? Wrong. Even talking about what happened last month makes me feel nauseous and
I’m not one for superstition or believing in the paranormal. But some things can’t be explained. I suppose we resort to the “Supernatural” as a last resort. Well, after what happened to me, I’m still not sure what to believe. I guess I’m in denial, just shrugging it off, assuming
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Imagine this. A city, built into a monolithic cavern, in an almost endless desert. A bright, beautiful city, alive with markets, streets, lights, and people. Imagine, a modern day Rome, a Rome built in the Earth. This city, the inhabitants called “Cairn,” referring to the stone that the city was
“You should go close your windows. It’s going to rain tomorrow.” said your Dad. You sighed and looked at the clock: 11:20. “Okay” you said, as you felt a tiny twinge of fear spark in your brain. It was an old fear, your fear of the dark. You’ve had it
As you’re eating dinner, watching reruns on TV, they’re watching. As you sit on your computer late at night, they’re watching. When you walk from your bedroom to the bathroom late at night, you can be certain that they’re watching. They watch everything you do. They listen to every little
