The sound of the television static always felt louder when the room was entirely dark. On Halloween night, the air in Duskwood, Virginia didn’t just feel cold—it felt heavy, as if the shadows themselves were pressing down against the glass of the living room window. I sat on the plush
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By the time Thomas Grady turned sixty-eight, most people on Margaret Street had stopped taking him seriously. They were polite about it, of course. Small towns tend to be. Neighbors waved when they passed his house, exchanged a few words with him at the mailbox, and listened patiently whenever he
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Whenever you go camping with some friends, sit around a campfire at night there always comes the time for everyone to share a spooky story with the rest. And while the others are retelling urban legends or talk about that time they woke up and saw a strange shadow in
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Humid winds howled through the canyon, throwing up plumes of black dust. The particles clinked against the reinforced glass of my goggles as we trotted across the terrain. A set of specs and tightly-woven coverings were necessary when you’re hoofing it across the wastes. I was glad to be properly
Entry One Entry Two It’s been a solid month since my unsettling trip to Tartarus. I still haven’t heard anything about the woman I picked up. I suppose that finding herself will likely take some time. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about her a lot–her, as well as myself, or who
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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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It must be said from the start that Turin or Torino, as it is also called, is a strict city, elegant even for Italian cities, with strict rules regarding architecture, arrangement, street lines and geometry. And anything that deviates has only two options: it is glorified or marginalized. Palazzo Trucchi
If you grew up anywhere near eastern Ohio, you know every small town has its monster. In Blackwood Creek, ours were the Hollow Men. When we were kids in the late 2000s, the story was standard campfire stuff. They were tall, impossibly thin figures made of dry corn husks and
We stand in the overgrown lot, staring at the cluttered remains of the large wooden building in the deep reaches of the West Virginia Mountains. Nature had taken most of the area back, with just a few remaining structures of the old town left. If you didn’t know it, you
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The frontier, that section of the world where the roots are soaked by blood and tears rather than rain. Grampa told many stories: the be the immortal, mist-swimming striga, the covens of witch and warlock, or my own least favorite yet most constant nightmare appearance: The trees of skin and
I grew up in a small, out-of-the-way town. One of those places where folks only stop by to ask for directions. I know that’s how a lot of scary stories tend to start, but if you think about it, there’s a good reason for that. Before the internet, living in
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
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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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
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
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 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 campfire crackled, sending orange sparks up into the heavy canopy of pines. The night was thick and dark, smelling of pine needles, river mud, and burnt marshmallows. Five boys sat on rotting log benches, huddled close to the heat. They were deep in the woods at Camp Whispering Shadows—a
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We come across many interesting fictional creepypasta characters online. Some of them are so influential that they create an entirely new cultural heritage. When it comes to creepypasta characters, they usually have a diverse appearance and a complex yet intriguing persona. One of them is the Slender Man, who became
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Read part one here So I thought I’d take some time to go over some of the Abenaki legends in the area. I mentioned some stuff about the Tall Men and Skadegamutc in the last part but this whole place is rife with some truly weird legends. This place is
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My parents have gone away for a few weeks so I have to look after the house, and since they can’t find a kennel that will take our dog I have to care for her, too. I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do for them after they agreed
The sun was a jagged, bleeding wound on the horizon as Miles and Sarah pushed through the Mojave. Their old Jeep Wrangler rumbled with a comforting rhythm, the air conditioner fighting a losing battle against the dry, oppressive heat of the Nevada desert. They were happy. More than happy—they were
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Now I’m gonna start this saying I’m not the smartest man in the world. I never did well in school, always getting in trouble of one sort or another. I barely graduated and that was only because there was a teacher who saw some glimmer of hope within me and
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‘I need a cab, at Lexington square, Richmond, Virginia,’ the text reads. “Where are you headed?” The reply doesn’t come right away. This is nothing new–not in my job. Sometimes, my fares are not so forthcoming with their destinations–something quite perplexing to me, given that they are requesting my services.
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