The Mountain Traveler The following passages were recovered from the journal of Roger Tharin, the man who was reported missing a few years ago. His journal was discovered on Mount Fuji though no other evidence of his whereabouts has been found at this time. However, due to the information stated within his entries, his family is requesting that we call off the search.The Mountain Traveler6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
June 5th, 2016
11:18 AM - Just set off for Japan. The plane took off with no issues, and everyone around me is settling down into their seats for the 8-hour flight.
2:21 PM - Still on the jet, running out of things to do for entertainment. Can't sleep because of the smelly dude next to me snoring louder than Godzilla himself.
8:55 PM - Finally off the plane. Looking for a cab or something to take me to my hotel. Really sucks that I can't speak Japanese.
11:11 PM - Haha, what a funny time to make an entry at! Finally got to my hotel. Found a taxi driver that spoke English, and he took me over here with no trouble.
The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 2The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 21 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Christ what’ve I gotten myself into? I’m scared. I can’t think or sit still or sleep. I’m not myself. Steph knows it. She asks me what’s up and I lie, I tell her nothing’s wrong, that I’m just tired. Truth is, I’m petrified and don’t want to worry her. I was going to ring you, but I had to take stock, think things over. I’m sitting in the garden under the evening sun, but talking to John has left me feeling as if I’m lost in the Arctic.
From the moment I returned home from work Annabel was whining and scratching at the door to get out. I tried to comfort her, found her toys and biscuits. Nothing worked. So I gave in. I clipped on her lead, grabbed the torch, locked the door behind me and was dragged towards the mills by a little dog that choked herself with every step. My arms ached. I shouted at her to stop pulling. She sat and looked up at me with her big brown ey
BlinkSurely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and undetectable that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside every shadow is a mind, and behind everything we see there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.Blink1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just minutes after I walked through the door.
When I got there I walked into the kitchen for water. There, the woman met me. She turned on the lights, and the brightness along with the white walls and cabinets burned my eyes.
She started talking to me. Well, not talking. Yelling, nagging, screaming, but not talking. She was angry at me
The Cat LadyI don't like cats. I'd even say I downright hate cats, after all that's happened. Okay, you know those urban legends people like to talk about? There's one that's popular where I live, which by the way, is almost the middle of nowhere. The legend has a few different versions and the name is always different, but the creature it focuses on is generally the same in each version. And honestly, the way it's described in the oral versions does no justice for how it looks in real life. I've seen the monster firsthand, as has my twin brother.The Cat Lady6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me tell you my own version of The Cat Lady.
So, my name is Catherine. I'm not really anything amazing, with dark blue eyes and straight blonde hair. The only noticeable thing about me is how many freckles I have on my face and arms, which is probably in the thousands. I don't care too much for appearance so my outfits are lacking in design, but I like it that way. My twin brother, Samuel, looks similar, but his hair is shorter and a bit darker. He's
Tease [Creepypasta] [Submission #1] It had been two weeks since my girlfriend left me. I was so sure that I had finally found someone to stay with for the rest of my life, but like every other damn time, things had found a way to become corrupt and eventually fall apart. I then started frequenting a strip club to have a few drinks and to soak up attention from the beautiful dancers, hoping to fill that lonely hovel in my heart.Tease [Creepypasta] [Submission #1]5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night at the club, I found myself unsettled. My eyes wandered all over the room as if I expected to find something out of place. Behind the seating area, on a small unlit stage, danced a single girl.
Her silhouette bobbed back and forth without any rhythm, like she was deaf to the booming music that played throughout the building. I almost felt bad for her, since it seemed as though she was being ostracized from the other dancers. I continued to watch her with no plans on asking anybody what her deal was.
“You see her, too?” Said
Pt 1: Grave the Killer (Creepypasta Parody)WARNING: ProfanityPt 1: Grave the Killer (Creepypasta Parody)13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grave the crazy murderer was walking alone down the sidewalk at night. The human had long, black tentacles coming out of her back. She also possesed long as fuck claws and sharp teeth from some unexplained reason. Her eyes always bleed a black but pretty goop as she always felt saddness from the memories of her tragic and sad past.
Grave the beautiful but deadly teen strode down smugly across the dimly lit sidewalk at the blackest of midnights on Friday the 13th, wearing her very so red short skirt and white but blood splattered hoodie. Why, she was no flat chested bitch but was a double D sized pair of big old tits yet she's graceful in ctombat and always wins enough though her breasts are as bouncy as a bouncy ball on drugs even with the slightest movements.
She twirled her blood covered kitchen knife, giggling at the memory of the screams of her recent victim.
Her cat ear twitched as she heard someone coming out of the bushes. Grave the killer turned around to see
Nie spij, przyjacielu.Mówi się, że pięknem życia jest nieograniczona jego zdolność do zaskakiwania nas, nawet w sytuacji, gdy wydawało nam się, że wszystko już widzieliśmy i wszystkiego doświadczyliśmy.Nie spij, przyjacielu.4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dla niektórych jest to właśnie istota tego piękna, jednak dla innych oznacza to trwogę i nieprzewidywalność; ja sam nigdy w życiu niczego nie wygrałem ani nie znalazłem, więc zaistniała sytuacja jest dla mnie zwyczajnie zaskoczeniem.
Jakiś czas temu przeprowadziłem się do nowego miasta, a precyzyjniej - do domu znajdującego się na jego obrzeżach; cena wydawała się rozsądna, a i lokalizacja była dla mnie jak najbardziej przystępna, gdyż nie lubię jak mi się przeszkadza w pracy. Jednak to czym się zajmuję, jak i również moja osobista historia życia jest niczym w porównaniu z tym, co n
PLOT TWIST“Shhhh, Percy~!” I exclaim, pulling him down under the poorly-made cot that we’ve been using, cursing myself for taking so long on my run today. dozens of figures circle our hideout. Well, a run-down gas station, but that’s as good as any. We both gaze up at the open door to the actual store area. I couldn’t close it or they’d hear it. Turning to Percy, I motion for him to relax. We’re gonna hafta wait them out-they’ll leave in the morning. He silently groans in response, pulling out a toy dinosaur and I roll my eyes. If he didn’t insist on his replacement teddy bear I would’ve been done sooner! Putting my earbuds in, I close my eyes and slowly bob to the music. Some punk tune. At least we’re in the break-room, and not in the actual store. We’d be screwed then-with all of the windows. Still, I feel bad for him... At least I remember what things were like before the incident....Every time I ask him, he just shrugs.PLOT TWIST1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andhera The pale rays of light pouring from the rising sun streaked through the park, encasing Eula and the entire park around her in a soft glow. The light made the flowers peek out of their petals and made the birds chirp jubilantly; it filled the park with warmth- but it filled Eula with apprehension.Andhera2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then again, it was a rare thing for Eula to not be uneasy. That dreadful anxiety would seep into her chest at any given time, and for no apparent reason. Now was one of those times. She walked slowly through the winding path between the slender maples and flowering dogwoods, not entirely sure where she was headed or why she was even here. The lack of explanation only exacerbated the irrational sense of foreboding she felt.
Within a few moments of walking, she reached a small clearing ringed with ornate wooden benches in whose center was an immense, towering oak tree. She approached the tree, her anxiety suddenly lessening in the wake of th
STATIC I should have known something was up that night.STATIC3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I showed up to work, Alonzo was there instead of the usual guy – whose name I never had the decency to learn .
Alonzo was a bonified creep. It was in the way he spoke, the way he held himself, how he looked at me. Acted like he was a freaking blessing for all of womankind and we should all be bowing at his feet and begging for his gaze. How this dude wasn't drowned as an infant, I'll never know.
He leaned towards me, away from his leisurely slouch in the company-approved chair. His red hair – from a botched dye job he probably did himself – was slicked back with much too much chicken fat. His cheap, hair-coloured contacts looked me over.
“Babe, throw me a bone here. I'm here doing you a favour.”
His sickeningly-surly voice, coupled with his s
Sophie's PhilosophySophie's Philosophy4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sun shone through the window, the glaringly bright rays reflecting off my mirror directly into my eyes. I squinted a bit, reflexively twitching my cheek in annoyance. Groaning, I rolled back over into the warm, cozy blankets I had buried myself in to the point of near suffocation. An obnoxiously loud sound echoed through the room - my mother was knocking on the door in quick, successive raps.
“Sophie, darlin', wake up! Today is Saturday; you know what that means!” She bubbled, throwing the door open. “My good friend, Lily, and her son are coming over today. Get up, get up!” Mama squealed as she peeled the bedsheets from my grasp. I cried out in protest, covering my eyes with my arms in a desperate attempt to shield them from the insanely bright, irritating thing known as sunlight.
“Oh, what are you doing Sophie, tryna' ta be a vampire? There ain't no vampires down here in the South! There ain't anything out here, really!” Mama huffed, smoothing her a
The TravelerThe young man stared at his ceiling as his vision started to adapt to the darkness. He was asleep a few moments ago, but for some reason he woke up, feeling uneasy. Since then, he couldn't seem to fall back into the wonderful bliss that is sleep. With a annoyed sigh, he sat up on the bed, popping his bones into place. His feet touched the cold floor as he stood up, wrapped in his blanket. The house was eeirly quiet, not helping the black-haired man's nerves. It was something he couldn't comprehend; why was he feeling like that? He then decided that a glass of water could hopefully calm him down. As he entered the hallway and looked down the stairs to the first floor, he shivered. Everything was so dark, so cold and so quiet. Shakingly, he took cautious steps. With slow and steadily pace, he heard the wooden stair creak under his bare feet as he kept heading downwards. Finally reaching the bottom step, he looked around. There wasn't a single soul except for his own. Letting out a sigh,The Traveler6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anguish“She’s been in this state for about an hour,” Natalia looked extremely distressed giving her report. An hour later, and the patient is still sobbing, almost broken in the chair too big for her small frame. Michael had to manually go and rehydrate her so she wouldn’t dry herself out, but she will still not stop crying.Anguish13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I should tell you a bit about myself, now that I’m documenting this report to be possibly given to the public depending on the events that will unfold. I’m Nathaniel Silver, known as “Gunmetal” by my co workers. I guess you could say I’m attractive, though I don’t think much about it. I’m 28, quiet, and somewhat bitter about a lot of things. I’m pretty serious about my work because I’m, what you would say, fascinated with the unknown. I work alongside 3 other people: Michael Fuller, 32, the jokester of our group; Analeah Steel, otherwise known as “Criminal”, 26, the shy student and o
The Lab Under The Mines...The Day Laura Snapped (Or when my new creepy pasta OC came to be)The Lab Under The Mines...3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was really sick of the constant noise going on in my class...
I can't even hear my own thought clearly anymore, can't hear myself speaking at all either...
It's like my very existence is gone or lost between many vortexes, or swirling mental dimensions, and after a while it makes me think not my own thoughts but the voices of other people...
I've endured this for six years, and I'm about to snap, cause I feel like shit now...
Suddenly I giggled in class for the first time in many years, but it wasn't pleasant, it was filled with madness. One of the students let out a mocking laugh.
(A bully you hate the most): Teacher! Look at her! She's laughing in your class!
Laura(me): 'You abomination, I've always hated how you talked like an arrogant child!'
My head snapped his way as I grinned with malicious intent and madness. My eyes had turned an obsidian black as he/she looked taken aback and maybe a little bit scared. I was
Hazardous DelusionsHazardous Delusions1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room seemed empty as silence took over, the white tiled floor reflects the ceiling and only the sound of a machine indicating someone’s heartbeat echoes back and forth in the four-cornered room.
There, in the middle, lies a girl aged fifteen who had her eyes open. She stared at the ceiling, watching as the fan goes round and round, her eyes, one green, one yellow appeared lifeless as they don’t move at all. She wore a hospital gown, bandages wrapped all around her left arm and visible stitches on her right. Her brain could not process what happened to her clearly, what happened to them. All she remembered were small fragments of the past, replacing and making up events to suit the ones she know.
Her name is Sophie Milner, mentally unstable and physically well developed, despite of her state for the past years. She would have break downs every now and then, screaming nonsense and claiming to see and hear things...orders from her sister...her deceased twin sister, Sophia.
The Interview of Daniel Tross's WifeThe Interview of Daniel Tross's Wife2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: I wrote this as if the reporter who did the interview is listening to it again off of the recorder that she used to capture the interview, therefore there is no description, just noises and dialogue.
Bold - Mrs. Tross
Italics - Interviewer
Normal - Noises
"Thank you for meeting with me. You don't mind if I record this, do you...?"
"By all means, go right ahead."
*Shuffling.* "Alright, tell me about you and Daniel Tross."
"Oh, uh.... Where should I start?"
"The beginning. When did you meet?"
"Freshman year of high school. Well, technically the summer before school started. We worked at the same kids camp. But we didn't actually start to talk until I got into high school. I was the typical nerd, kept to myself, read and drew a lot, played video games, got along with the kids because it was easy to just supervise and let them do their own thing. But he was the p
The Maiden's Hand.The town was fairly small and quaint. My master and I were quite familiar with it. There had been roomers of a nobleman offering the hand of a young maiden. My Lord, taken by the offer journeyed to the man's estate. When we got there we were quite pleased with the hospitality we had received by day but by night... Things changed. Well the servants definitely changed. Their skin was pale grey in color and their eyes had changed to solid red. Something was definitely wrong, one of the servants asked to speak with my master he looked uneasy. "You'll have to excuse my presence. I will not leave his side." I said the servant sighed. "Very well." He turned to look at my master. "Sir Joseph would like to introduce you to the maiden." He said. The young Lord nodded and the servant lead us both to a dark windowless chamber the smell was horrible. The smell of blood. You see, Sir Joseph was a bit... Ill... In the head. The evidence for this was written all over the room in which we stood. He comThe Maiden's Hand.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Psychosis (short story)Psychosis (short story)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I felt cold. The fan in my room ran on high, it was particularly loud, but that’s not what woke me. It was the cold. Not as in the-fan-was-on-too-high as in something-suddenly-made-me-feel-cold and it wasn’t skin deep, it was different. I lifted my head to stare at my alarm clock. Yep, I had woken up before it rang, yet again. I was startled that waking up became so easy for me recently, it had always been a daily feat before… well there was no memory of when it started getting better. I don’t take sleeping aids, not anymore. I did when it was bad, but now it’s good so I won’t complain but… Never mind it’s not important. I got up slowly, evaluating what to do first before whisking off to high school, I was in my second year, and trying to survive the living hell. Perhaps I should get dressed first, maybe do my hair? Or perhaps lay down and stare at the
EyesEyesEyes15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mike is a friendly, energetic type of teen who avoided trouble and got good grades. He doesn’t stand out too much in school because he likes to be by himself and doesn’t really want to be with anyone else. All his friends go to different school but he still keeps in touch with them and he enjoys hanging out with them. Mike is really smart and he is the type of person that would get along with everyone but nobody really hates him. This is the story of Mike who has a huge terrible problem with his eyes, but he doesn’t expect the horror that awaits him.
It was an average high school day for Mike; he was feeling good about today because it was a beautiful warm day outside. The cool breeze felt nice and for a brief moment Mike went outside to enjoy it, he watched as the leaves of the forest moved alongside the wind. He wishes that every
New York City NightsShe hadn’t been in the crowd when the historian had made his announcement but she had heard the rumors of it afterwards. It seemed that the First Bloodline wasn’t as dead as originally thought. That it still lived through one Gabriel Rodriguez.New York City Nights4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right now, he wasn’t any concern of hers. Rebecca sighed, tucking a strand of white blonde hair behind one ear. Three more hours and she could pack it in for the night. Working at a New York City bar paid shit but at least it put her in close contact with the underground night scene. She bought and traded on rumors. The news about Gabriel had been the most recent piece of gossip she’d gathered.
One of the men at the bar counter leered at her and offered her his drink. Or the remains of it. Rebecca wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I don’t drink, thanks.”
She had a low tolerance for alcohol anyway and less interest in poisoning herself. Rebecca turned away, taking the mug from the man and emptying the dregs
Night TerrorsIt's one of those nights again.Night Terrors4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stare at the ceiling above, wondering what will happen in today's episode of night-time hallucinations. But maybe they're not hallucinations; maybe these are nightmares or, dare you say it, real.
In your bed, surrounded by the dark of the night, you stare blankly into the black patches that creep across the room. You used to be certain that it was a trick of the eye, but now you're not so sure. They seem so real now, so alive. They're taunting you – how does that make you feel?
It doesn't matter anymore. You've grown accustomed to it. You used to be petrified of these creatures, but now you accept them into your room. It's not like you had a choice as to whether they entered or not, but you decided to accept their presence nonetheless.
Your peripheral vision blurs and becomes completely non-existent – the corners of your eyes are now blinded by the engulfing darkness. It was starting, the routine was replaying itself like it would
Arachnophobia (WIP)Entry 1, 3/08/25Arachnophobia (WIP)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Look, I know that they say if you're scared of something you're more prone to running in to what you fear. And, well, I suffer from Arachnophobia. Please don’t laugh about it. I’m sure someone snicker while reading that. I wasn’t always a feared of them. When I was a kid I actually loved them. That was until I fell in a nest of them. I Ended up with bites all over them and had to take a late night trip to the emergency room. And ever since I’ve been terrified of those little demons. But, enough about why I have Arachnophobia…. Over the past week or so I’ve been finding tons of them in my house. No, I don’t live in the country. Nor is it winter. In fact it’s the middle of summer and I currently live in a big city. And the neighborhood i live in sprays pesticide and no one else has been having problems with any kind of bug, or other pests. Well other than a few strays and raccoons. May there’s a nest of the
A Meeting With Death The teenage boy sat in the remarkably still chaos. Death came to visit him today. He touched the boy’s core and ignited his nerves. He walks softly, shaking the earth with every step. He aligns all disorder like a key to a door. He manipulates order into a fiction that could not exist on this world. Time is a virus; it is annihilated at the rise of his breath. Humans see it like smoke against his stricken face. He judges the youth as he drifts closer. The boy, determined to find logic in radical standards, examines the shade figure. He sees the deep thought in the blackness of his eyes. The cold, lifeless boredom he has for his work. This cruel sentence he has to end happiness where it is most needed. He is commanded to steal life out from under us.A Meeting With Death4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reached out and gently touched the boy’s cheek. His skin like canvas violently stretched across his bones, splitting and unweaving wear the tension cannot withstan