CREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Nightmares of a PhantomNOTE: This story is meant to be read with the song linked below but if you want to read it without the music, that's ok with me.CREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Nightmares of a Phantom8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I do own The Hangman but the song is owned by the band Volbeat.
The Nightmares of a Phantom
Based off of the song "Room 24" by Volbeat
He felt himself slowly faltering into the unconscious world of slumber, his transparent form hovering his queen sized bed in what was left of his home in the town he guarded so strictly. The skeletal ruins of this once grand home surrounded him, the wood on the walls and floor coughed up sand and dust that accumulated in the past century he's been officially dead as he landed on the old ragged sheets of the bed. He felt himself solidifying and his eyes closing without warning. He put hi
Commission: The House in The Woods(A/N: Warning - This story contains vore. If not familiar, turn back. Otherwise, brace yourselves.)Commission: The House in The Woods8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a sunny day in a small town small brick edifices, pretty houses, and shops. Everyone was saying their daily greetings, kids playing and riding their bikes, and adults were doing errands, walking, or working. As for siblings Daisy and Robby, they were planning to have a lovely picnic with new friends they met at school in the woods that was located in the northern outskirts of the town.
Daisy and Robby packed food like cheeses, sandwiches, bread, cookies, juice, water, and cake. They left their home and walked 10 blocks to meet up with the new kids, Jane and her cousin Michael. Thankfully, Jane's house was close to the northern gates so they went out from there. The kids had fun playing around, picking flowers, and spotting small animals. They set up the picnic near a very old oak tree and began eating. The kids dined with no worry. But what they didn't know that they
AMC - Alyssa's Beginning“Focus!”AMC - Alyssa's Beginning6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Growling angrily, she took out her weapon of choice – a pistol – and ran after the would-be assailant who had dared hurt her precious twin sister. Dressed in dark brown shorts, black boots and a tight blue tank top she had obviously dressed for speed rather than for the weather which was pouring with rain. As she continued to run, she wiped part of her long brown hair out of her eyes and grit her teeth; she hated these nightly creatures with a passion after what they’d done to her family.
“Fucking freeze, you piece of shit!” She snarled viciously and fired a shot. Her aim was perfect and she watched with grim satisfaction as he fell face down on the floor before she walked over and stood over the trembling body as it began to give up its fight for life. “…No one hurts my sister.” She muttered coldly as she fired three consecutive shots – one into the heart with th
Subject: JohnSubject: John1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a heavy thrumming and whirring from the old computer as it projected its light from the screen, and onto the man's weary face. Heavy bags sat beneath his eyes, making him seem ten years older than what he was. A slow, steady clicking of the keys filled the silence of quiet night as he typed.
The man paused as he looked over his shoulder hesitantly, listening to the sounds of the house settling, and the soft pattering of the rain outside, before quickly resuming his letter, as if he'd been hit with a sudden burst of adrenaline.
Using his mouse, the man clicked onto a second tab that had been previously opened on the web browser. An assortment of sent emails flashed onto the screen, and then man yawned as he scanned over them.
This is the third time I've written to you. Reply dammit!
I need to know if it really helps - calling those agents. One of those damn freaks showed up at my house three days ago. He was a tall fucker. Wear