Dance, Dance

Dance, Dance

Dance, Dance: story facts
Published on Creepypasta.com December 2008
Length 299 words · about 1 minute to read
Story level Micro
Reader rating 7.6/10 from 338 votes
Category Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances
1 minute readQuick Read













Rating: 7.55/10. From 338 votes.
Vote breakdown
  1. 10112 (33.1%)
  2. 958 (17.2%)
  3. 853 (15.7%)
  4. 717 (5.0%)
  5. 624 (7.1%)
  6. 519 (5.6%)
  7. 417 (5.0%)
  8. 36 (1.8%)
  9. 210 (3.0%)
  10. 122 (6.5%)
How scary was it?

There was a girl who had an illness and was bed-ridden for the majority of her life. She was recently diagnosed to die within the next couple of months so her parents decided to spend as much time with her as they could before her time came. They decided that the best thing was to go camping at a local site for a little bit since the daughter was stuck in the hospital for so long.

On their way there, the girl was quiet as usual and laid in the back while the parents talked amongst themselves. When they finally reached their destination, they pitched the tent, unpacked everything and started a campfire. The mother was constantly filming the area and her daughter while the father went out for more firewood. It was getting dark when he came back, but he suddenly heard the mother scream so he rushed over to discover that his daughter was standing on her feet and was doing a wild, erratic ‘dance’ before she suddenly dropped dead.

After all the funeral processions and grieving subsided, the parents wanted to see the video the mother recorded on that very night. They put the tape in the player and began to watch. At first it just showed the mother looking at the scenery and random animals that passed by in the distance, but as the time frame skipped, it jumped to when she was inside the tent with the daughter as she stood up and began to jerk around.. But there was something wrong. It first was in the corner of their eyes but as they replayed the scene, their horror became more and more real.

The entire time the daughter was ‘dancing’, there was a ghastly white hand latched onto the top of her head.

Copyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on Creepypasta.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed under any circumstance.

Similar Posts

153 Comments

  1. 3:28 in the morning, Hell yes this is scary. Its about time too I had started to lose hope in this site.

    Imagine a dead girl ragdoll and flailing next to a campfire while her mother screams. Now imagine a huge ghost hand holding her up and shaking her.
    I love it.

  2. Is it sad that I immediately thought “evil puppeteer” as soon as I saw the name of the story?

    “Dance, my puppets! Dance!”

    No scary, but kind of surreal in my opinion. I can see why the parents would be scared, though.

  3. Very creepy.

    Although I agree, it could have used a little more build up- it felt somewhat rushed, although you got the point across.

  4. This one was decent. Though it would have been creepier if the parents went on to view other videos of their daughter and the hand was always somewhere, like on her shoulder or something. That’d be cool.

  5. OSHI– DDDD:

    This one was pretty good, had an old-school creepypasta vibe to it. Y’know, from the days when they were short and genuinely freaky. <3

  6. that is the first creepypasta that has actually made me pee my panties a bit.

    and i’ve read them all.

    off to get changed now.

  7. hey, guys, i’m sorry about that. i was trying to get some sleep in my tent and she got in the way and i went topick her up and mover her but she kinda stuck to my hand so i tried to shake her off. girls are VERY sticky.

  8. Kind of good, it has potential, but it didn’t do it for me either. The dancing part for some reason gave it a Ring/Grudge feel.

  9. The Sims: Dancin’ Corpses Add-on! Buy it and let your favourite bedridden Sims suddenly dance, and watch the hilarious reactions of their Parents!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *