Dan was sick of rural America. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Chicago, far away from anything resembling a cornfield. Instead, he was driving through an Iowa winter with huge, white fields stretching into the distance on every side. Every five minutes...

There are things in the dark and ancient corners of this world that nature should never have allowed to exist. In spite of the decay of millennia they live on, the last remnants of the world that should have been forgotten. There was...

This pasta was the second place winner of our Ghost Stories Creepypasta Writing Challenge. Congratulations! The first place winner will go live tomorrow. You can read the third place story here. β€œHave you seen the Blaganschlor Hung by rope composed of gore Who says his name and nothing...