TV HeadHave you ever heard of those type of people who feared watching television due to the Government or someone reading their thoughts? I always thought those sub-species of humans were insane and simply read too many theories about the government. However, the idea of them being insane quickly switched a few weeks ago.TV Head17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all began when I was sitting on my couch, watching some television show that was on late at night. Sleep did not come easy to me so I awaited for it to finally hit me. I watched the screen of my television, barely paying attention on what was going on in the show's plot line. However, my attention quickly zoned in as I heard the voices get muffled with a static that slowly grew in sound. The screen also changed from a group of people chatting to one of those colorful screens as if the channel was under matience or non-existent. I noticed something else happen also. Smack dab in the middle of colors on the television screen, a simple eye that appeared to be drawn slowly a
SobrevidaLa noche se aferraba al cielo cuando Ann despertó. Sus cabellos estaban mojados, su rostro amoratado… Cómo dolía. Sus mejillas ardían y apenas podía abrir un ojo. El otro se cerraba con fuerza contra el pavimiento. Sólo podía ver en una dirección. La lluvia mojaba todo, el pavimento brillaba, las luces parpadeaban a lo largo de la calle… Un auto volcado y más allá… La luna parecía querer abandonar el cielo para ocultarse bajo la línea del horizonte. Los edificios se veían tambaleantes. Ann cerró su ojo por un momento, el azul cubierto por las largas pestañas rubias.Sobrevida13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dejó a su cuerpo descansar un poco más. Le dolía demasiado. Sus brazos, sus piernas, respondían apenas, sin muchas ganas, y no quería mover la cabeza por temor a raspar su piel contra el pavimento. Dos minutos más tarde comenzó a moverse. Primero las manos. Las palmas aferradas al suelo, sus brazos
HimHimHim6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why is the sky filled
with so many unfamiliar constellations?
Even as I sit here in
this room, the brightness fills the shadows more than any moonlit
night I can remember.
To say this is
unsettling is an understatement, to say this is the most important of
my troubles would be laughable!
Can I laugh?
He watches me, I'm
certain of it. Sometimes I wonder if he is real, sometimes I wonder
if any of this is real. Never have I had such vivid dreams..
This is no dream..
Can I dream?
Have I dreamt since I
came here? Has the day even changed? Have I even seen the daylight??
I have no idea how long
I have been here, hours, days, weeks...Longer?
I say here, as familiar
as this place tries to be to me, I know it is not where it presents
itself to be..
The Watcher, Dottorre,
Old Crow Face.. What is he, what is it? Always in the background,
I feel much better now
he is here... it fills me with dread, I wish he would leave.
Creepypasta: The Counselor It had been weeks since anyone had heard anything from Ryan. He hadn’t come to work, and wasn’t answering his phone. The only thing that kept everyone from calling the police was the fact he’d been seen all this time by his neighbors, staring out of his windows. This was severely unlike him, who was usually such a loud, boisterous person.Creepypasta: The Counselor17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was about 1pm, not that you could tell, when a few of his friends went to check on him. The dark grey clouds that loomed overhead darkened the outside, almost making it seem like dusk. One friend, a woman named Jamie, reached a hand up to knock on the front door. Surprisingly, when her knuckle made contact, the door opened, emitting a long creeeaaak as it did. She looked to her friend Michael, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He ushered her inside and followed, followed by their other companion, Joey.
The inside caused them to gasp. It looked as though a tornado had gone through. Fu
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Sarah leaned against the sink, her hand shaking madly. She could feel her blood pumping through her body and sweat dripping down her face. Something was definitely not right, this was no ordinary fever. From what she knew, fevers don’t make your whole body ache and shake. Fevers don’t give you painful coughing fits.
It was that man who caused this, Sarah knew it. The homeless man who attacked her earlier today while she was on her way to her friend’s apartment. He must have been on bath salts or something since he had tried to bite her while attacking. Though for an elderly man like him he moved surprisingly fast. None of that happened really mattered to Sarah right now. All she cared about was that she was sick and she didn’t know what she had, this couldn’t possibly be an ordinary fever like she originally thought.
Sarah would call 911 right now, but it is incredibly busy right now, she was always just put on hold immediately. To make matters wo
ItItIt6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Old Crow Face, The Good
Doctor Himself, So many names they put upon me, yet none can lay
claim to having ever heard me utter a word.
They do not know of
what I am, only that I am to blame for the mysterious healings of
They speak of me in
This will not always
Soon they will FEAR
even the very thought of me..