I’ve always lived a relatively normal life. I was the typical teenage girl, though I was a tomboy. I had never once been a girly-girl, or dreamed of holding frilly pom-poms and being popular. That just wasn’t my style. I much preferred to stay in my house, sitting in front
Joanna thought she looked better than usual today. She ran her fingers through her long, limp, once beautiful red hair, thinking about how the sun would reflect in it. How Ben once said she looked beautiful. It felt like a dream. It didn’t happen to her. “What’s the plan today,
It happens every night the minute before midnight. I feel its slimy tendrils swirling in the air at the foot of my bed. I want to scream, but absolute fear paralyzes me. I close my eyes and wait for the things to slip under my blanket and try to pull
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As I write this, I am still struggling every day to pacify the darkness. However, I have been able to somehow rid it from my surface conscious. It resides somewhere layers down in my psyche and it could certainly come to the surface in a moments notice if I’m not
“Crap. I’ve got exams tomorrow”, I thought, and I had promised myself I’d get a good night’s sleep, yet I’d woken up in the middle of the night for no reason – bloody sod’s law. “Ugh… What time is it anyway?” I looked on the clock – it was 3:20.
Jeff the Killer Origins and History You wake at 3AM. Disturbed by some subtle shifting sound within the room, just on the edge of hearing. Propping up on one arm you survey the room looking for some source for the noise, hoping beyond hope that you won’t find one. At
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
Nightmares. We all have them, one time or another. Everything has a dark side, our dreams were meant to be a place of jubilation, and contain our most wonderful fantasies. This is kinda like an award. Some of us work our asses off all day long, and then come home
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My story? I will tell you my story. It is a cautionary tale about the wiles of drug abuse. I wish that my story was as simple as most. I wish that I could tell you that I was arrested for possession, or that I was shot in a failed
You have probably heard the phrase “If you die in your dream, you die in real life”. I have always been skeptical of this phrase. I’ve never thought that phrase was logical. How does a figment of your imagination cause your mortal self to die? I kept believing that a
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It’s late in the afternoon, and you decide that you want to invite your friend over for dinner, to celebrate your new apartment. The apartment itself was pretty- a simple place, nonetheless, but elegant in a simple way. But the look of the place had nothing to do with what
I’m running as fast as I can down the road ahead of me. It’s a long gravel road, and as far as my eyes can see there is no end. I’m in heels. I’ve tripped and stumbled and nearly fallen countless times, but I can’t risk stopping long enough to
“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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“I had that dream again…” I woke up in the middle of an empty street. The city around me, unrecognizable and dead. Skyscrapers stood rotting and falling apart. Cars parked near shattered walkways lay rusted. A sing building stood taller than all the rest. Its frame, untouched by time, stood
It started with the usual. Waking up in different places on smaller scales. Fall asleep on the couch, wake up in my bed. “Oh Randy, I was the same way at your age,” My mother used to say, with smiles and turn-aways that marked the end of discussion. Sometimes I
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Overview Widely regarded as one of the most popular and widest spread Creepypastas ever written, The Russian Sleep experiment is notorious as much for the gruesome nature of its content as for its plausibility. To this day, a large portion of the articles written about the story are attempts to
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3/23/01 Due to the overwhelming number of requests I have received to tell about my discoveries and bizarre experiences in a cave not far from my home, I have created this web page. I will outline the events that happened to me during the past few months. Beginning with my journey
Ever since I was young, I’ve been having this recurring nightmare. In it, I’m standing in a dark room, in the middle of a large circle with the symbol of an upside down star in it. A pentagram. The symbol of the devil. I look around confused, as I have
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This is a simple series of journal entries for my own sanity to be held together. I’d just like written proof that this is actually happening to me, you know? Okay, to start, I’m twenty-five, I’ve been living with an amazing girl for the last couple of months in a
The hallway was dark, just like all the other hallways she had staggered down. Unreasoning fear filled her mind as she ran. Gasping and crying she leaned against the wall trying to remember which way she had come from. But, the truth was, her flight had been so frantic that
You stumble out of your nightmare. Your leg cramps. Your room is dark and void of any light, except the soft red glow of your clock. 3:30 in the morning. Thought you were going to get a good night’s sleep? Not now, you have to get ready for work at
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When my Grandmother died I was on the cusp of 28. My memories of her were bittersweet, and lingered somewhere between fondue parties and a not-so-subtle disdain for my Mother. Despite this, I was heartbroken when I lost her. Maybe it was guilt in having not spent enough time by
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A few months ago, I’d been browsing Tumblr for interesting things. That was the day I found Zasphas. Zasphas had a normal looking blog at first glance. Typical vintage pictures, images of celebrities, food, etc. I followed her for some movie GIFs. But then, just last week, she posted some
