Creepypasta: It's All RelativeCreepypasta: It’s All RelativeCreepypasta: It's All Relative1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I don’t know what day it is… or what year. What, why wouldn’t I know the year? It’s been two weeks since I moved in, so it’s probably still the same year. I think. I don’t know I am at all, really. I’ve been stuck in one place for quite a while and that tends to alter one’s perception of time.
Wait, no, that’s right, it’s only been two weeks. What I am saying.
Ahem. But there is one thing I do know. I’m not alone in here.
It’s always been me in the house. Me and me alone. Why shouldn’t that be the case? After all, it’s my home, my home, I was one of the original occupants of this place as early as when it was still being furnished, and it has been ever since construction finished and the work crews left. But I can hear them, stalking about the place, and it’s all I can do to hide in the day and come out only at night.
Two of them are the primogeni
Eternal LightI see you from a distance and I cannot touch. Oh, how I want to; I crave the life force and nectar you harbor. Your pale skin; your sparkling eyes, my pulse quickens as I stare through the shrouded veil, I can almost taste you. You are close, as I can feel your warmth. Yet, as I reach for you, the emptiness consumes me. You have vanished and my longing continues.Eternal Light3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Everyday, it is the same ritual. I sneak upon the luscious garden toward your window. Your stunning beauty transcending the loneliness I feel inside this desolate heart. My hideous appearance drowning any chance I have at capturing a soul as pure as you. Still, I stare into your room, wondering what you are, your thoughts, feelings, and desires fill my void with meaning; fantasizing about a life inside your arms. Again, you vanish. Where have you gone?
Saddened, I return to my lair and stare into my mirror; thoughts, feelings, desires, all betray my eyes. You reach for me, and I return your touch, navigating my way thro
Prelude to MadnessHe gave one last pitiful, guttural noise as the blade plunged deep into his chest, beady eyes wider than they’d probably ever been in his prurient life. The horror on his face was buried by fat and sweat as he toppled backwards, blood bursting grotesquely from his lips.Prelude to Madness3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Disgusting fuck.” Ezekiel’s blank expression didn’t change as he wiped the spatter off of his face with leather-clad fingers. “You got what you deserved.”
In a fluid and practiced motion, he pulled an untraceable, one-time-use flip phone from his pocket, pressed a single speed-dial button, and tossed it next to the corpse.
“Not that it really matters to me,” he added to no one. “I get paid whether you deserve being stuck like the fucking swine you are or not. Do us both a favor and defragment before A gets here though, eh? You don’t wanna be around for that and neither do I.”
He stepped over the Inhuman lying in a pool of its own thick blood with a