The Town Of Blanche
| Published on Creepypasta.com | September 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 343 words · about 2 minutes to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 2.6/10 from 3,894 votes |
| Category | Locations and Sites |
If you visit France’s Cote d’Azur in your lifetime, do everything you can to avoid a small town called “Blanche”. I was in the country once with my parents, around 8 years ago (I was 12 at that time; we were on a family vacation), and we found ourselves looking for a place to get some rest and enjoy some of the local color. We were getting really hungry on the road, so it was with some luck that a town, unmarked on our map, rose unexpectedly on the horizon. This was the town of Blanche.
Immediately after we entered Blanche, we noticed that the colors of the houses were darker than anything I had seen in my entire life – it’s not like they were black or grey, they were normal colors for walls – they just look… not right. It’s hard to explain; almost like it was a color that we don’t even have a word for because it’s so dark and strange.
A few minutes after driving around the town, we all began to notice the fishy stench – like a Friday market, except for the fact that no fish were being sold. The people in the town also had a really weird skin tone, almost frostbitten and tinged a deep blue – if I recall correctly, my father said something like “These guys sure look like the sea.” We had originally planned to stay in the town for a while, but my mother and my sister were so disturbed by the creepy atmosphere and the town’s denizens that they insisted that we keep driving and find a different town to stay the night.
When we arrived in the next town, it was like we all gave a gigantic sigh of relief at once – we felt that we were back in normal civilization. However, the people who ran the inn that we stayed at in the second town did tell us some very freaky stories about Blanche – stories that made us really glad that we didn’t stay there…
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Cut off about as quickly as someone that says the name Candlejack in the comme
Literally one of the worst stories I have ever read, unimaginative, uninspired, etc. No idea how this made it through a screening process if there was one at the time of the publishing of this story.
Can someone explain what ACTUALY happen at blanche? I want to know it..
Guess I’ll go to next town next time…
this story is lame like who was the blanche and the town and what story did the person
that run the inn tell the people about the town??????
Holy shit, that was scary!
*closes Psychosis on a secondary tab*
Maybe he just didnt finish the story….you know, maybe a Series!? You know, just like a quarter of the stories on creepypasta? Idk…just a thought. This story has potential.
I feel like this story was pulled out of the sky, and tossed down just so someone could publish something quick on here. I didn’t really like it. It was too short, there wasn’t enough detail, the writer seemed lazy in their writing. I just didn’t like it.
Boooooooooooooring.