“Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness. Sometimes we lose them there again.” -Stephen King, “The Green Mile” *** I’m a grown woman and I’m well past needing my father to
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.” -Edgar Allen Poe, “Eleanora” *** “Go to bed and wait for the Sandman.” Even as it came out of James’ mouth it seemed to him a strange thing to say, and he
I’ve been laying down on this couch watching TV for what seems like hours. I can hear my dog barking downstairs. I glance up at the wall clock. It’s 9:00 already, and I still haven’t had dinner. My parents are out for the night, so I’m home alone with the
I look in the mirror and wonder, when did this happen to me. I had stared at what I had become for over an hour now. These dramatic changes to my body and mental state, all of it began a year ago when my sister was taken… by It. ***
There are few times in life when a man can admit that he’s afraid of a beautiful woman. Sure, the shyness of lust and romance may be one excuse, but the legitimate fear of her power, as small or infinite as it may be, is something very hard to come
Why me? I’m pretty sure everybody has asked that question to them self sometime in their short, sad life time. But this time. I really want to know why me. It was NEVER suppose to be like this. After all, I was just a 16 year old girl. My life
This is Part 5 and the last installment of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. They are dead. They are all fucking dead; my husband, Tim, the Catholic and Voodoo priests, Dr. Hamani… everyone. And it’s my fault… and your fault.
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The usual stories about MineCraft will always go to Herobrine, about how he lives and he’s a lot more than code. But have you ever wondered about the Endermen, and whether there are any secrets about them? Everyone who has played MineCraft is well familiar with them by now, and
This is Part 4 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. Much has happened over the past week since I last posted so let me get you all up to speed. Timmy, Jr., or should I say Bridget S____, doesn’t recognize
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This is Part 3 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. Thanks to Redditors who asked not to be mentioned in this story, we think we have uncovered who has, for lack of a better term, “possessed” my son. I owe
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They laughed. The group has just arrived at their dorm from another night of ghost stories. They weren’t afraid. At least, they wouldn’t show it. They were, after all, men. “Holy shit, today’s stories were just insane. ‘I know you’re awake.’ What. The. Fuck. That got me,” Joshua said through
This is Part 2 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the previous installments in the linked tag. My husband and I are alive. My son is not, well not in the way that we knew him. I’m not quite sure if he ever was alive or if
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The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So she sat in the house All that cold, cold, wet day. She just sat in a chair All alone, by herself. As she watched the paint dry On her brand new bookshelf. Too wet to go out And
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Like all small towns, the one I grew up in had its legends. In my town, there’s one particular legend I’ve heard since I was a kid. The people telling it, though, never agree on the details. They like to talk about some “thing.” Some say it is takes the
The thing about fresh produce/meat/seafood is that you never know who, or what, touched it between the seed to the cooler. Would washing or cooking these items ever be enough if you really KNEW what and how something was contaminated? After all, the seed sprouts from decay. The fruit and
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A quarter after nine, right in the middle of Dad’s favorite game show, the sound cut off. I winced, but before he could say anything the set started buzzing and the screen changed, turning the dark living room around us a deep blue. “What’s wrong with the TV?” Dad said,
This is Part 1 of the Did Boy Kill? series. You can read the other installments in the linked tag. I had an incredibly interesting conversation today with someone I love deeply. I do not know what to make of it, but what I do know is that our foundation
Back in February of 2008, I decided that I needed a change in my monotonous life. Whether that change would come in the form of a new job or a new toothbrush, I didn’t know. I was never the most adventurous person, I’ve always found it difficult to veer away
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After staring at a laminate television in the dark, I start to get sleepy. My eyes droop and the feeling of my body in unconsciousness starts to take its toll. Like a trance with my brain buzzing and my mouth hanging slightly open. I remember that my brother, Claudio, lies
All the names – except J.J.’s – are changed, for reasons that should be obvious. I grew up in Royal Oak, Michigan, about twenty minutes from downtown Detroit. It’s one of those places where the people with money ran to after things in the city went shit-shaped. I went to
I can clearly make out a hospital ward. It’s probably mine, since I’m in its bed. It’s a private room, and my low bed faces the wall. I see no windows. I turn my head–wait. I suddenly notice restraints digging into my arms, legs, across my chest, and fixing my
1 When I was 12 years old, my parents finally decided to split me and my younger brother up and give us our own rooms. I was a couple of years older than Alex so I got the bigger space, while he stayed in the box-room. My dad wasn’t too
I watch the horror film that is news, every single fucking day. I have, shall we say, an unhealthy obsession, with knowledge, and subsequently the ‘knowledge’ provided by my television screen. I just cannot seem to ignore it; I suppose this is due to my primal instincts, provided by evolution.
Being a devout fan of Creepypasta’s true story section, I felt compelled to share my story with other users. While it is nice to provide all of you with a chilling, and entertaining story, keep in mind I have a much greater goal in mind. Before my experience two days
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