I’m afraid to look outside windows at night. I guess some people are. It’s just paranoia, right? You don’t want to look outside your window at night and come face-to-face with an abhorrent creature. But, again, it’s just paranoia, right? Too many scary movies, spending too much time on Creepypasta. […]
“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.
Right now, I’m a freshman in high school. I guess I could be called the “weird” type. You know, the one who always sits alone, glaring at the more popular kids. I guess you could also say I have to put up with a lot of crap from them, since
It was a tattered notebook. I’m not sure why I even picked it up. It sat there forlornly on the dock, seeming to stare at me as I stepped off the ferry. It had been a bright red at one point, but water and general exposure had made the coloring
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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You’re home alone. It is a stormy night and the power went out. You hear strange noises coming from upstairs. Drip, drip, drip. ‘Probably just the faucet’, you think. Drip, drip, drip. There it goes again. You run up the stairs and turn the faucet completely off. You walk back
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.
I think it was my somewhat strict upbringing that fostered my intrigue for horror. Following the path of god and basking in the sun’s rays is all well and good… but the forbidden aura of all things creepy called to me even from a young age. Imagine the delight of
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The native crouched over the dying fire pit, he was making circle with the skulls. The smell of the jungle was overpowering, and he could he the distinct yipping of Jackals in the distance. The painted tribesman muttered unintelligible words in an unknown tongue hovering over the circle in the
They were on their hands and knees staring into the large gash in the ground. Mallory gripped the loose gravel at the lip of the hole under his calloused fingers, and his nose flared up from the rolls of dust cascading up his snot sloshing nostrils. Charcoal caked their faces.
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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
I was awake. Alive, thank goodness. At least, I thought I was alive. I was solid and whole. Except for my head. It felt as though there was a hole there. I couldn’t remember where I was or who I was. Something was coming back. A name. My name I
I can’t prove that this is true. Noone I’ve told believes me, and I’m really just tired of telling the story and getting into the inevitable debates over plausibility. But I know what happened and figured the community here may at least have more of an open mind about 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
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
There was a family of 5. A mother, a father and 3 daughters. The daughters names were Jennifer, Jade and Janine. Their father was a carpenter, their mother unemployed. The eldest daughters often excluded Janine from their group so one day, she ran crying to her father. Feeling sorry for
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,
It was 11:00 at night, so I turned off the television, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed, securing the soft black covers over myself. For a few minutes, all I saw was darkness, and all I heard was silence, but then suddenly, I heard a sound. It sounded like
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
