The Bone ThiefThe Bone Thief6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Addison; young, blonde, and ignorant. She was a college student, majoring in business. Her dream was to open a small clothing store somewhere in California. Her dream was small, very idealized, and pretentious, many doubted she would even complete college. Although one would think that her dream would drive her to pay attention in school, she did not; Her former high school life was similar to her current college life; reckless and intoxicating. At day she would waste time flirting with the professors and anyone who caught her eye, and at night she would walk into loud music and bursting colors only to walk out unbalanced and sloppy.
Tonight, Addison made a journey into the city with a new friend Avery. Avery, majoring in art, earlier had heard talk of a new club, and asked Addison to come with her, having no knowledge of Addison's reckless partying behaviors. Addison had agreed, it being just another unconsciou
Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“… 10:49… right now, right now…”
It was a winter morning, in the groggy city of Mesa, Dobson High School had just begun session. The bell rang, as it summoned the students to their morning classes, all the while the wall clock in the bustling hallway ticked away, reading the time of 8:10 AM.
“Everyone, settle down now,” Missus Harris called out, as her class of sophomores lowered their voices, while continuing their conversations during her roll call. Missus Harris called out the students’ name, one at a time, jotting down their attendance. Afterwards, she tucked away the attendance papers in a yellow folder and begun class with another session of mathematics.
The sky outside was a grayish black, another day of rain. A student wearing a brown jacket in class was not paying attention to the lesson so much, as he was drawing a picture of a snowman and a red house behind the white figure. Christmas was just around the corner, and it e
Creepypasta: A Mask for Ugly ThingsCreepypasta: A Mask for Ugly ThingsCreepypasta: A Mask for Ugly Things3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You really aren’t looking forward to this visit. Were it not for the fact that you had felt obligated to come seeing as your eccentric host is one of your few friends still living in your old age, you would be staying at home. Drinking tea, listening to the radio, waiting to die, all your usual activities.
As the taxi pulls up to Ervin’s isolated estate, you do think he is lucky in the sense that he inherited such a vast tract of land with such a storied manor. The house must have once been resplendent at the height of its glory, but it is now a mere shadow of its former opulence. Your friend is just as old as you are, after all, and just as poor, so there is only so much he can do to maintain the manor and grounds.
You exit the cab, taking your two suitcases, and a duffel bag full of three changes of clothes, and begin heading for the manor’s front double-doors. You pretend not to hear the cabbie as he reminds you that you forgot t
Mary chapter 1.Mary chapter 1.1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She was a good girl... Mary was.... None of the children liked her... Or maybe they did I don't know... But the poor girl always got teased.. The girls hated her. They'd say she was too beautiful for her own good.. A dead beat model they'd call her... It was awful.. What those vile girls did to her... The boys... Oh the boys... They loved her.. Oh they loved her very much... So very, very much... Too beautiful she was..."
It was just another dreadful day at school. Boarding school. Oh how Mary hated it. She didn't know why the girls hated her so much but quite frankly, she hated them just as much. They were always pushing her around, tripping her, calling her names, pulling her hair, destroying mirrors in bathrooms when she tried using them, everything. She was sick of it. 'Gary Mary' they'd call her or 'Mary Larry's as blue as a blueberry' she hated it, she hated all of it! "One day they'll get what's coming to them." She said, as she forced herself out of bed. "Time to get to
Mr SnideyMr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.Mr Snidey1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily. He exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes briefly, savouring the calming few moments when his aged muscles began to relax.
His face was deeply wrinkled; marking the many years he had inhabited this Earth. His skin was yellowed with age, much like the pages of a worn book, and was scattered haphazardly with liver spots. His pale eyes radiated kindness;
The abyssThey say that if you stare long enough into the abyss you will find the abyss staring right back at you.The abyss4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that…
But it isn’t true.
See most people find comfort in the belief that there is always a clear bad guy. That it’s simple. That they are good and whatever it is out there in the unknown is a stranger, an enemy ,a total opposite of them.
I have a different theory.. What if at the end of the abyss there is only a mirror. That we are just seeing a twisted reflection of ourselves. The person that is truly who we are not the fake projection that we wear around as a mask that society has inflicted on us so it can tie a chain around us telling us how to live our lives and bounding us to a particular set of rules. I mean haven’t you ever asked yourself ,if this is how my life is supposed to be why am I so unhappy about it?? Why do I hate ,complain ,get miserable ,inflict pain on myself and/or others because of the unhappiness I have if I a
WWE Creepypasta OC: KarayanWWE Creepypasta OC: Karayan5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karayan ("The Dark One" in Armenian)
Height: 7' 2"
From: Parts Unknown
Signature Move: Farewell (Inverted Suplex Cutter)
It is better to escape from your nightmare and wake up in a cold sweat than to encounter the black-eyed monster and breath your last breath! In 2007, Karayan made his horrific appearance at Judgment Day, leaving a trail of beaten, battered bloody bodies in his wake. Starting with Chris Benoit and Umaga, then tearing through a series of heels, allowing fan favorites and divas to win. Even the most loathed of heels were afraid to set foot in the ring with this man. When Karayan found out Kane sat Jim Ross on fire in 2003, the Dark One hunted down Kane and nearly ended his career.
In 2009, at The Bash, there was a 10th dark match that featured Karayan in a one-on-three handicap match against Christian, The Great Khali, and Chris Jericho, with Karayan picking up the victory. Evidence of the Dark One's brutal beatings were always seen on TV but he always re
The Canto ResidenceThe Canto Residence2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Mr. Douglas,
I’ve gotten word that you are planning on opening the Canto residence as a sort of ‘ghost hunt’ attraction. I’m writing this to you to with the hope that you might reconsider. I was the one who’d made the report, and I’d like you to know everything was very real.
I’d purchased the house from a Susan Canto, who desperately wanted to sell it. I knew there was something off by the price tag alone. It was a big house, three stories if you’d count the basement, four bedrooms, and a spacious backyard with a swing set. Yet it was cheap-- and had been listed for sale for around a year. At the time, though I didn’t care. I’d recently started my own reptile-breeding business, and needed a house big enough to house all of my stock. I contacted Susan, we made arrangements, and eventually we closed on it.
I wasn’t made aware that Susan wasn’t the house’s only occupant.
The house was pretty creepy at nigh
No Longer Alone Everything was quiet. Too quiet, some might say. The usual chirp of birds and bugs was silent, and the air still as the spirit walked weightlessly down the forest path. Chasten walked slowly, his water-soaked form dripping as his socks squished disgustingly against the dirt. He wasn’t walking with any particular goal in mind; after all, when you have an eternity to do anything you want, a casual stroll is something that one will often find themselves doing. He’d only been dead for around two months at this point, so it was all still very new to him. The isolation of not talking to anyone in that period of time was also something foreign. Not to say that he was social butterfly in life; far from it, in fact. But this didn’t stop the inability to communicate normally from wearing on his mind. He’d been silent for quite some time, so much so that to speak was tiresome on his throat, as if the vocal cords within were rusty and vegetating.No Longer Alone5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven minutes in heaven (Masky X reader)You reach into the small bag. Pulling out whatever you grabbed you looked at it. It was a mask, one of....Masky's masks... "Well, you got Masky." Jeff said and pushed the two of you into the closet.Seven minutes in heaven (Masky X reader)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh." You said as you tried to keep balance. "How nice of Jeff." You said, sarcastically. Masky Chuckled. "That's how he is." He said. "Yeah I know." You said.
The lighting was dense, so it was a little hard to see. You suddenly felt something touch your lips. Realizing that Masky was kissing you, you blushed.
You kissed him back after a few seconds. Masky brought you closer and deepened the kiss. Your blush darkened. Masky bit at your bottom lip, wanting entrance, which you granted.
Masky's tongue explored your mouth, causing you to moan a little as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed. Masky smiled into the kiss.
Masky wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you a little rougher. Your blush deepened more. Masky soon broke the kiss, but kept you close.
Masky covered his
Creepypasta - Don't Leave the House Without ItThere are houses in the world that no person should enter. Said houses are hard to find, because there is nothing that separates them from the normal ones; the outsides look standard, and so do the insides. However, they are quite common, especially in smaller neighborhoods, and people seldom detect the anomaly before it is too late.Creepypasta - Don't Leave the House Without It3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you were to step inside one of these houses, you would not find anything out of the ordinary. As mentioned before, the insides embody the common traits of the average home. However, while there is nothing wrong with the house, there might be a chance that a chilling sensation will leave you empty and hollowed out. No matter how much you would love to, you cannot get rid of said feeling. By that point, the smartest thing to do would be to not panic, because your next action is very crucial for your inner wellbeing.
First off, you should not counter this feeling by leaving. Many people have done that, and the results are always less than flattering.
It Watches...It Watches...It Watches...2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I write these words in my journal I can see it watching me stil smiling
I don't know how long it's been here Iv'e lost track of time after it cut the power
in the basement, it really never harmed me but I know just as well as it does that as soon
as I turn around I'm dead, I first noticed three days ago when I was coming up from the basement and I noticed that the window I had opened was now closed I didn't think much of and supposed that the wind had blown the window shut; I tried to open it but it was stuck I went outside thinking there may be something stuck in the hinges but there was nothing I pushed it and it swung in easily I went back inside and the window was shut but this time there was something I say something because it was definitley not human I carefully approached and it was on the outside pressing it's face against the glass and it was grinning as if it knew there was no escape from it's gaze, I ran back outside
thinking it was one of those bratty kids
I'm The Purple Guy - Lyrics"Hello, hello Um, this is just a friendly reminder about company policy regarding the safe room. At no point should a customer go inside.....I'm The Purple Guy - Lyrics2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Management has also been made aware that the 'spring' body animatronic has been noticeably moved.."
So here we are..
My body inside this nightmare
Don't you stare for too long at my curse
It happened too fast..
What happened in the past,
Is something I would constantly rehearse..
Yea, I'm aggressive!
Feast your eyes on my magnetic,
All the tattered wires,
Your futile demise
Will become your curse!!!
[Bridge] So, I trapped myself away
From immortal dismay
Then the blood so profound
Came to send me down
All the cables in my brain
Making me go insane
But the soul still lives!!
[Chorus] I am, the Purple Guy! >: D
Come and see the show tonight! >: )
Turn the spotlight onto me >:3
My body's ready
Now, the Purple rise'll
Come to conquer all your cries!
The phantoms are the less of your worries /:1
An operator's love (Part one)"What do you want?" Wolf snarled as Chester laid a hand on her shoulder and traced his finger across her cheek. "Babe you do realize that you look better on me then that Ozzy Osbourne copy?~" He purred. Her red eyes glared and flashed as his finger made contact with her pale skin. "Don't talk about Black that way" Wolf responded in an angered tone while searching in her hoodie pocket for her trusty switchblade. Before she could reach it Chester had already wrapped his tendrils around her arms causing them to be stuck in place. "You should have respected me proxy after all I done for you. If it wasn't for me you'd be dead in some dumpster" Wolf only rolled her eyes at his remark. Chester noticed and tightened his tendrils and caused Wolf to gasp in pain as her chest began to crack on the inside. "Arg why must you torture me like this all the time? What was done is forever in the past and now I'll never get your damn bitches for you ever again!" She shouted. Chester then dug his claws inAn operator's love (Part one)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The flying dutch man(This is a famous legend famous all over the world there are many versions of it. This is the story like I know it but then translated)The flying dutch man6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Around the time of the golden age there was an merchant capitain.
He had a ship that was one of the best in the world.
His name was Willem Van Der Decken he only had his mind on money and was also into piracy and other crimminal stuff.
One day he against all the rules of the church he set sail to east india on easter day saying, "Pasen of geen pasen ik zal varen al is het tot in den eeuwigheid (Easter or no easter I shall sail even if it is for all eternity)
His wish came true becouce at the coast of afrika his ship came in a heavy storm where the crew and the ship where cursed to sail until the end of time.
Sometimes it would send out a sloop asking to send letters to peaple that where already dead.
Seeing the ship itself would mean bad luck.
The shit it self was last seen in 1941 when it was spotted by the crew of a german submarine
The shit itself w
The Greenhill BlackoutMattie and Damon Dean entered the kitchen as their mother greeted them. They noticed the giddy smile on her face and knew something was up.The Greenhill Blackout2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning, kids! I have something new to tell you."
The children sat down as their mother brought them bacon and eggs with orange juice.
While she was cleaning the pans, Mrs. Dean told Mattie and Damon that they had a new neighbor who was a retired librarian who hoarded numerous books. So the kids picked up the pace on breakfast, and bid farewell their mom.
It was another normal day in the humble, idealistic middle-class neighborhood of Greenhill. The sight of kids riding bikes and people picking up the paper on their doorstep was all familiar to Mattie and Damon.
Their new neighbor was Mrs. Claire McNish, a newcomer who just moved in from the big city after retiring as a librarian. She already spoke with the Deans and couldn't wait to see their kids.
Mrs. McNish was tidying her house when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door
Amnesiac Jackie’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her feet pounding against the sidewalk ground and her hands clutching her backpack and lunchbox. She could see the bus stop in the distance, a reminder that she was going to be late if she didn’t hurry up. Pulling down the hem of her shirt as it began to ride up on her, she sprinted as fast as she could with her eyes set on the bench by the stop sign. Jackie took a glance at her watch. 8:01. The bus should still be here unless it came a little earlier than expected. Except, no this wasn’t right, none of the other students were sitting there on the bench.Amnesiac3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman with a tight pencil skirt and her hair tied up in a bun sat on the bench instead, her hands in her lap and her head even. Jackie panted and slowed to a walk as she neared, her eyes scanning over the streets. “Did-“ She took a breath. “Did I miss the bus?”
I always loved my sisterI always loved my sister. Even though we were 5 years apart, I always had a incredible admiration for her. I remember I use to cry whenever she got hurt.I always loved my sister5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
One time, when I was 5 and she was 10, she jumped from the roof of our two story house. And her body plummeted right next to me. I started to cry when I saw her twisted neck.
After a few minutes, her head turned back into place. As she lied in her own blood, She turned to me and smiled.
"Don't cry, Suzy. I'm okay."
She then got up and walked into the house, not bothered by her blood stained clothes.
I stared at the spot where my sister once lied in. Her blood coated the grass. To this day, I never found out what my sister was.
White RoomAll was white and clinical.White Room5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just lay back and relax," he told her.
All was hot and cynical.
She glanced sideways, saw her mother's face.
"And breathe," he said again, snapping on some gloves. Martha squeezed her eyes shut.
I don't want to ever open them again!
"You can stop if you want," her mother told her, more urgent than comforting. Martha's eyes flew open. Her jaw clenched.
"No," she said, mustering all the strength she had for that one word. Her mother released her hand and leant back into her chair.
All was white and clinical.
Martha resorted to staring at the ceiling.
All was hot and cynical.
The gentle sucking sound started. She jumped, and before her eyes,
Never to be foundI was patrolling through the streets in a cold autumn day, around my shift I happened to catch this youngster vandalizing one of the allies. I decided to take her to the station to try and contact the parents and send this troublemaker home. She was very silent when I took her in and didn't even utter anything as her head hung low with her hoody covering her eyes. I hopped into the car and started engine, not even bothering to start a conversation with her.Never to be found4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I decided to take a detour into memory road. Memory road was practically an abandoned road where nothing had changed since around 6 or 5 years ago, people just left this part of town. Since then the whole place was untouched. The station was just at the end so it was quicker. But despite the times I drove through this road, it always gave me the chills.
I looked up at the mirror to check on the girl and there she sat, silently staring at the road as if she was familiar with the scenario. Turning back to the road, I caught
Up the River Marcus awoke, his eyes staring up at a starry sky. He found himself resting upon the riverbank, far from anything familiar. The boy could still recall the feeling of the stream's current pulling at him, the waves forcing his head under. It had taken only moments for the river to pump his lungs full of water, forcing any trace of air out of his mouth in a flurry of bubbles. Then came the pain, stinging at his eyes until they shut tight, bringing him out of consciousness. But I'm awake now, he thought to himself. I must find home. With that, he rose, making his way upstream.Up the River1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt awfully strange after the entire ordeal. Each of his footsteps felt light, as if he had just awoken from a peaceful sleep. Then again, Marcus surmised that he had been left on the shore for quite sometime, for he found himself to be dry. The only thing that hinted at him ever even being in peril was the raw feeling within his chest. The boy had tried to purge the feel
I came from the garden .:CREEPYPASTA:. I poured the packet of seeds into the hole I had dug and shoved the pile of dirt back into the hole sealing the seeds in their tomb. I watered them before heading back inside, “Mum the garden is planted!” I called at her, but she had no idea of the magic seeds I had planted, only did she know of the vegetables. I headed up to my room and sat down at my desk. A stack of drawing paper and quite a few pencils at my disposal. I picked up the pencil and began to let my imagination leak onto the white canvas of paper. It had been hours before I notice. It was night, hadn’t I just sat down? Surely I had but I could not recall. Half of my stack of clean paper had been crumbled or pushed to the side because I had finished drawing.I came from the garden .:CREEPYPASTA:.2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shrugged and yawned before kicking off my shoes and climbing into bed. I pulled the covers over my head and let sleep devour me. When I awoke though…. Something, something was wrong. My mother was screaming, a blood curdling scr
Potato ChipsSome people say life is like a box of chocolates. I’m not one of those people. Life is more like a bag of potato chips. You eat one and its ok, not good, but ok. But then you find that you have eaten the whole bag and you are very thirsty. So you go to get water from the sink but the landlord has not fixed the water pressure and the tap sprays you in the face. So you go to the bathroom to get a towel to dry your hair. But you had forgotten to put a new one up on the rack so you reach under the sink and you see the glowing eyes of the demon you had summoned yesterday. You thought they you had sent it back to its realm, but you realize now that it must have failed. So step out of the way as it tries to rip your face off. You grab a towel and rush the demon and you strangle it to death as it frantically squirms. You are now on the floor of the bathroom holding the carcass of the demon when you realize that it has bitten you. You feel your flesh tingling and then your body transformsPotato Chips6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This