When my brother killed himself, I decided I needed to move out for college. I’m not sure how long he struggled for. I honestly don’t like to think about it. All I know is one night he went into the bathroom and never came out. By the time our dad
My favorite place to be was my mother’s arms. She caressed my little head, braided my little curls, kissed my little forehead good morning, and sang me goodnight with a voice that reminded me of the hot autumn nights we got in Mobile. Her dark eyes comforted me; like two
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My Nonna Elana was an incredible woman. She was not the type to sit in her chair knitting. She was a lively and adventurous woman. Even in her late 60’s and early 70’s she was climbing mountains and even spelunking. She was extremely kind hearted especially to us grandkids. She
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.
The asphalt road leading through Duskwood, Virginia always seemed to swallow the headlights of Owen’s battered old sedan, but tonight, on Halloween, the shadows felt especially heavy. A thick, oppressive fog rolled off the Blue Ridge Mountains, settling into the valleys and wrapping around the trunks of bare oaks like
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It took him six blocks to realize he was being followed. He was an office worker in the city. He spent his days sitting down, hunched over stacks of paperwork in a cramped cubicle, and rarely did he have the energy to exercise once he returned home for the day.
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Lincoln Oliver Locray, judging by the crimes he had committed alone, was the living definition of a monster. Having spent his formative years somewhere out in the backwoods of Kentucky, raised by a mother and father who took little interest in ensuring he would be particularly educated, he developed a
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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
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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Read Part One here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-bound-in-blood-and-magic/ Read Part Two here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-law-of-the-fish/ AS THE WATER WITCH HAD DECREED, a plague soon struck Milham’s Ford. One borne by the river, as she’d foretold before drowning in it, but also by the fields. The very same fruits and vegetables that had refreshed the people
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The first stages of the trials were carried out covertly in ethics classes, debate forums, and social media accounts across the eastern half of the United States. The director and head of the trials, Doctor Ventura, considered this quite ironic in a way that would have made his bitchy crone
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The rain from the previous night had cleared up, leaving a damp, heavy silence over the suburbs. In a different house, miles away from the tragedy that had struck Elena’s friends, four new girls—Martha, Naomi, Karen, and Molly—were gathered in a sunroom-turned-den. The mood was already jittery. Naomi had been
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The rain hit my bedroom window like a handful of gravel, throwing distorted shadows across the walls. It was just past midnight. The four of us—Caitlyn, Jade, Serena, and I—were huddled together in a fortress of blankets and pillows on my floor. My parents were away for the weekend, leaving
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Spring had arrived with the aroma of cherry blossoms, gentle zephyr, peace and lots of greenery..Occasionally a short, gentle and warm rain..A neighborhood in a splendid area, where most of them were characters with a lot of talent, but also former owners who had won their claimed houses, who had
Read Part One here (Author’s Note: These stories are meant to be read in reverse order of the zodiac, so this chapter comes first, though it deals with Scepi, the Keeper of the Fishes’ Dagger and the Pisces sign.) THE FESTIVAL OF SUMMER in Milham’s Ford was a sanctuary day:
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Read Part One here Read Part Two here “You can’t fight what you can’t see or hear.” – Marion Strickler “For good to have any chance, there needs to be something pure.” – William Rayne “Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are
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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WHEN I FOUND OUT my husband was having an affair, AI wasn’t the first thing I turned to. I confronted him about the panties I found in the front of our car, the extra money being spent out of our joint checking account, and the texts I saw on his
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Farmer Adams was a grumpy shell of man. He treated anyone who trespassed on his property as hostile enemies. He wasn’t the violent type to pull out a shotgun or pitchfork. His bark was worse than his bite but his bark was powerful. His angry yells traveled miles and his
When I was 8 I thought there Was a Bird trapped in my Garage for a Week. Writing this solidifies something I don’t take lightly. It solidifies that I can never have my face associated with my writing and that “Thomas Cullen” the penname is set in stone.It solidifies that
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I am the former police chief of a small town in North Carolina. A town where not much goes on, the department’s district is about 3 square miles and I never had more then 5 officers under me my whole career. In 35 years I only ever delt with two real threats
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“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
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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