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One day, my mother was driving me and my younger brother home from a gymnastics meet. Since we went out to eat after it, it was getting dark when we finally embarked on our journey home. We were driving down one of the roads to get to our house, which
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I am sitting on my bed, shaking with fear. They’re coming tonight, I know they are. They’re coming for me. I can’t stop them, there are too many of them. All I can do is stay here and pray they don’t find me. I could run, but that would only
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If you wait at any given train station on a certain date, a train will appear that isn’t on any schedule. If you board the train you will find that the interior, regardless of the battered exterior, will be very elegant and old fashioned. Have a seat and enjoy the
When you move into a new house, you always feel slightly uneasy, don’t you? It’s not really your house yet, a stranger’s house filled with your things. And during those first few weeks, you feel like you’re intruding into someone else’s personal space. Well, you are. You see, I moved
I am 53 years old, and the memory of this experience, which occurred when I was 11, the sheer terror I felt, is still as fresh as the night it happened. Retelling the tale to my kids, and learning about this website, has prompted me to share. My parents own
The gloomy interior of an abandoned factory. The air is dank and fetid. Somewhere in this crumbling, dark space the sound of machinery can be heard. The creak of metal grinding on metal, the hissing of steam and the low groan of rolling gears. In the centre of this vast,
These. Damn. Chills! I don’t remember when they started, I just remember having them…always having them. They’re the reason why I always wear layers, even in summer. Why I sleep with so many blankets. Why when I’m told to turn the heating down because the temperature of my room rivals
She was holding his hand tightly when he heard a noise come from off in the shadows. Beyond the ring cast from the solitary light above he could see only darkness. She must have sensed his sudden distress as she placed her hand against his chest. Again a noise, it
The thing about nightmares is that when you wake up, it’s supposed to be over. You’re supposed to wake up screaming for mommy, turn the lights on, and see your familiar pooh bear in the corner, next to the toppled over Thomas the Tank Engine and Barbie’s Dream House. The
You’re happy. The sun is shining in a perfect, cloudless blue sky, the birds are singing peaceful tunes, everyone you meet is kind and gracious to you, and your friends are picking you up this evening to take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see. But that’s not
It’s been made clear to me that for many of you guys, writing a Creepypasta is your first foray into non-school-mandated creative writing. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and distinctly not-creepy inside, because I like having a hand – however small – in encouraging people to do
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A stone quarry is an awful place to be at night if you’ve got a nervous disposition, like I do. The silhouettes created by the hewn rocks look like stalking figures, and the whole place is haunted by twisted shadows. Even worse, tonight it’s raining. The heavy plinking of water
You are sitting there right now, exactly as I was just two weeks ago. You are reading through these articles, daring yourself to feel fear. You are laughing at posts that seem fake to you, brushing off the slight tingle you feel racing down your spine. You are looking around
There have been many myths surrounding the belief that corporeal beings are capable of crossing into our world from another plain of extistence, usually with utmost intent to wreak naught but havoc, and that is what causes the hound of fear to sink it’s teeth into mankind. But what if
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Typing this as we speak is burning my mind. He doesn’t want me to tell you. ‘His’ name is the Manipulator . You’ve seen him. You know you have. But you don’t want to remember. You’d rather condemn it to the back of your mind. He’s a tall, dark figure.
Have you ever seen a road construction crew working past midnight on the side of the freeway? Odds are that, yes, you have. They’re pretty easy to spot considering the section of road that they work on has to be lit so well. In their own space of light, they
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Like snakes slithering, intertwined, So are the constructs of my mind. I wonder if ’twas by Divine design, Or just the passage of Earth’s cruel time. No matter the case, I must digress, For I cannot think under such duress, Nor contemplate mine own egress, Into this dark pit of
How I loved camping as a kid! I loved running around through the forests, I loved airsoft wars with my brother and cousins, I loved quading, but most of all, I loved finding one special rock to take home from each trip. When I was about 14, there was a
We had just moved into a little ranch house in the suburbs. Storybook neighborhood – quiet, friendly neighbors, picket fences, the whole nine yards. Suffice it to say that this was supposed to be a new start for me, a recently single dad, and my three-year-old son. A time to
My name is often whispered, my memory abhorred, My touch brings out the blisters, my skin is cracked and torn. My eyes are small and heartless, just circles black as soot. They blend into the darkness, for fear I’d wake you up. I lurk beneath the shadows, forever out of
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Whithin him lies the darkness, within him evil looms. Within him lies your terror, within him lies your tomb. Within him lies your sadness, if ever your are caught. To spend all time in turmoil, within his hellish thoughts. His name contains no meaning, for his name contains no words.
Ever since you were a child, you were terribly afraid of your bathroom. You don’t know why, but, whenever you would see your bathroom door during nighttime, you would be invaded by an overwhelming sensation of unease. You developed a habit out of locking your bathroom’s door before going to
