He is comingY͋̊̆̎̍ͯ́ͤ͏͉͍͇̗̗̮͉̝̖̰̯̟̀͘͝ỏ̷̢͓͓͎͓̝̠̺̲̩̦̯̼̩̱̣̮̑ͨ̂̃ͭ͗ͬ͐͋̀͝͞ű̈́̇ͨ̿ͣ͌͐̿ͦͥ̍͋̈͟͏̜͍͇̫̞̺̟̣͉͔͈̹̝̮ ̸̡̺̖͓͍̫͍̰̯̗͖͕̝͓ͮͥ͐ͤͮͤͪͨ̍̚̚̕m̧̫͚̹̥̠̰̗͖̬̘̲̯̼̲͕̺̦̩̀ͬ͗̍̌͊̎͒̃̈́̏̏̈̒̕͘͜ụ̴̮̪̻͋͋̅̏̏͒ͯ͒̎ͮ́̀He is coming3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Micro-Pasta: MeowingMicro-Pasta: Meowing4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around 1 AM. I was sitting on the couch, listening to music and browsing DeviantArt. Not many of my friends on that site were online at the time, and I was already getting kinda sleepy, so I decided to turn in for the night.
I shut down my laptop and headed to the bathroom, to brush my teeth. As I stood there, I could hear the faint sound of a cat meowing. I turned my head and looked at the window next to me. My girlfriend must have forgotten to close it.
I heard the meow again. But, this time, it was a bit louder. It sounded really low. Like when a cat's pissed off, but even lower. I walked up to the window and pulled the blind up. Surely enough, the window was opened. I poked my head out slightly, trying to see this cat. Nothing.
A pulled my head back and reached up and started to pull the window shut. Suddenly, I heard it again. Only,...it sounded like it was right in front of my face.
I felt my blood run cold and I stared into the darkness in front of me. I stoo
the starvation of angel [teaser]The starvation of angelsthe starvation of angel [teaser]1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Within half an hour we'd arrived. The complex we found ourselves at was the kind people tell of in ghost stories, old, damp and half empty. It was once a low cost housing prospect from about fifty years ago, but the only thing it kept after countless contractors pulling out was the low cost. A few squad cars where already outside, lights flicking on and off rhythmically.
From what Sharon had told me, we knew the body was that of a young male, about twenty-three in age. We were hunting for his family, but were yet to get many leads. I ran though the notes in my head as we ascended the four flights of stairs to get to room 307. Yellow and black tape was hung about the place, prohibiting the other dozen residence of the complex getting in. The door was broken in by our own forces in an attempt to see what the source of the foul smell in the complex was. Little had been disturbed in the apartment itself, a few things like pillows were on the floor but nothin
Midnight snackIt was another hot night, the kind that makes one toss and turn about in bed seeking a comfort that was not to be found. That's exactly what Cindy Li's problem was, she squirmed about in bed and pushed the sheets off of herself to cool down. Her black tank top rode up revealing her toned stomach and teal panties. Cindy rolled over twice more before giving up on sleep altogether.Midnight snack1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat up and glanced at the clock. It had been hours since she had finished dinner and would be just as long before breakfast. Surrendering to the heat induced insomnia, she got out of bed and meandered towards the kitchen. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she could eat plus it was something to do. The metallic surrounding hummed low with the living electricity. Cindy went to the portal and opened it.
The city of Tsaomei lay in the darkness. Light was unpredictable here and followed a loose schedule. The people of Tsaomei lived in pointy red houses which usually housed about a hundred. The whole cit
I Found YouMajority of the room had been consumed by darkness, thinly-sliced moonrays seeping in from the damaged curtains. My vision was having trouble focusing as I searched for you within its coldness. I could hear your breathing but couldn’t figure out if it was near or far. I focused harder to notice any movements, but I knew you were smarter than that. Recalling my memories, there wasn’t much furniture with us. Residing in the master bedroom was a queen-sized bed, an old wardrobe, and an antique sewing machine you had inherited from your grandmother after she passed many years ago. You keeping it for so long had puzzled me; however, it wasn’t the correct time of thinking about it.I Found You2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were three doors within that room. On the north wall, farthest from the windows, was the exit that led into the hallway. The other two were built onto the east side, the dresser placed in between them. The door on the left was for your walk-in closet. The door on the right was for the maste
Creepypasta - Drifting CloudsIt was a sunny, yet cloudy, day. Three children were lying on a flowery field, looking up to the skies, and tried to find shapes in the clouds. They made it into a competition; the first one who finds a cloud that looks just like another thing, and gives a plausible description of said thing, gets a point. The first one to five points win.Creepypasta - Drifting Clouds1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The children have been doing this for a while, and they had all gotten four points each. The tension had escalated to the point where everyone desperately tried to find the cloud that would grant one of them the winning point. Everyone tried their best, but nobody was able to convince the other two:
"That one looks like a fish doing taxes!" said one.
"That one looks like a flower with a moustache!" said another one.
The descriptions became more and more farfetched. Eventually, one of them even made something up:
"That one looks like an umbrella with feet and sixteen eyes!"
This went on for what felt like hours. The children kept looking around for so
Like Curses, Like Children (Creepypasta)The storm was ruthless that night with the winds howling and rain banging like fists on the windows, making Emily's events to play out all the more darker and chilling for her. Little Emily cried as her red dress became withered and tattered as the stinging sensation of pain had overwhelmed her. Thrown down the stairs she sobbed, with her taller, six times older and six times more threatening sister towered over her. The world would always tell her "yes" to anything as long as her true self was always hidden from the world, which would be forever. To the world she was a giggling polite twelve year old girl that everyone loved and would always kiss and hug her beloved, but very anxious little sister. Though it was no one who would see it was the sister that went from hugs to deathly grips on anxious Emily when they turned their backs.Like Curses, Like Children (Creepypasta)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sobbing as the devil named as Rebecca had kicked her in the guts, making her wheeze and lose any air she was struggling to keep due to her cries. She want
Lori gets tied up.."time to sit back and relax" Lori said to herself while she kicked her brown cowgirl boots off, along with her black ankle socks. she readjusted her blue jean short shorts and her black tank-top, then she sat down on her couch and turned the TV on. she had no idea that Jack was in her house, preparing to capture her and tie her up. he smiled while he got his ropes and duct tape ready, then he crept out of her closet. he came up behind her and shot a sleeping dart into her neck. she passed out moments later, Jack smiled and walked around the couch, then he lifted her up and carried her over his right shoulder.Lori gets tied up..5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
he gently put her on the floor, then he flipped her over onto her stomach. he tied her bare feet together, then he tied her hands behind her back. he flipped her back over and taped her mouth shut, then he threw her in the trunk of his car without anybody seeing. he left a note on the porch, saying that he had her. he left his address without even thinking about the police. he dro
The DarkThere was always something about the dark that intrigued me.The Dark19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't quite know what it is, but I do know that it makes me want to run out into the dark and howl like a maniac at random people that just so happened to walk across my hiding spot in the bushes. My older brothers and sisters had always told me that they were scared of me during the night. That my eyes would be this bright blueish green and I would hiss at them if they turned on any of the lights. Of course I don't remember any of this, but I do remember one thing, and this thing happens every night. That or it's a recurring memory.
All I can remember is looking into my bedroom mirror, the one right beside my closet, and seeing my reflection clearly, even though none of the lights are on. And then my reflection starts to look terrified, as though it can see something that I can't. My reflection then cowers in fear and starts crying these tears of blood, and more blood seeps out of it's nose, mouth, and ears. And the last t
VectoresEra un día de inspección, una rutina como cualquier otra que ocurría dos veces al mes. Eran las únicas dos veces que yo tenía que cambiar mi semblante por uno más sumiso y abastecerme de toda la paciencia que no uso en los demás días. Es un día de visita prácticamente, pero claro no le podemos decir así. Un laboratorio secreto es difícilmente un spot turístico después de todo. El laboratorio Zeta, o al menos así le hemos nombrado nosotros los que estamos atados a estas instalaciones todos el año hasta que el gobierno decida que buscarle utilidad militar a cosas inesperadas ya sea o no de alta prioridad. ¿Por qué Zeta? Esa es una respuesta simple, como el nombre con el que bautizamos este lugar. La tomamos de la última letra del abecedario romano, porque es la primera letra de la palabra "Zoológico" o " The Zoo" como le dice el anglosajón que nos viene a ver cada quince días. ObVectores2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking DeadYears of bitterness and frustration eats away at you like termites until you're nothing more than a maggot filled corpse with your eyes plucked out by blackbirds. You're hanged by the neck from rope made of desolate feelings in a tree grown from tears of hopelessness. You're nothing and you feel like an empty, black abyss in a world full of joyous things happening to everyone except you. So let the rage burn inside you like an inferno as you erupt in the form of the most monstrous volcano anyone has ever witnessed. Be terrified of yourself because you're already the charred, lifeless body of the walking dead.Walking Dead2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Rabbit......Dear Rabbit...1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
my legs are getting weak chasing you.
These snowfields wouldn’t seem so big,
if you knew...
My breath puffed out in beautiful misty tendrils in the cold air as I chased the small, brown-haired boy through the seemingly endless fields of snow. A dull ache pounded through my legs as I ran. But I had to keep running after him. I couldn’t lose his scent. I hadn’t caught food in days, and would usually capture small animals, but now, in the harsh winter, all of them were either buried in their little dens, or left to warmer weather.
I found the small boy in the middle of the field of snow, playing in the soft flakes that fell, his skin shimmering with the healthy glow of summer, his soft brown eyes wide with wonder at the white snowflakes.
I knew it was wrong, but, at this point, meat is meat, and I had become quite desperate. I had crept up behind him, and quickly slashed at him with my knife, the stone digging deeply into his soft flesh. I had bitten
Knock Knock A young girl, her eyes hollow, sat crisscrossed. An old doll is clutched tightly in her arms. Her skin is stark white, hot tears welling in the corners of her glassy eyes. She wants to scream, wants to run. What is it, exactly, that is so terrifying?Knock Knock3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The agonized screams of her mother began to confuse her. Daddy told her to wait. The scary man would be gone soon. The scary man wanted to kill Daddy. She knew that. But what was death? What did it mean to kill?
She heard a strained gurgle, followed by a loud thump. Then everything went silent again. The girl’s lips quivered with fear. Her stomach began to knot itself as she backed away from the locked door. Her senses told her to flee from the house. What if Daddy yelled? Where WAS Daddy? Was he dead? Is being dead a bad thing? God, how she wish she knew.
the pencilthe pencil3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"c'mon Steve!" yelled Johnny as they were getting ready to go to their aunt Carroll's for the weekend. "just give me a sec." replied Steve. he was still trying to pack extra items before they left because his aunt Carroll wasn't what you would call "cool". while he was packing his backpack he felt a glare hit his eye coming from under the bed. he crouched down to see what it was, it was a chrome colored looking pencil. Steve then picked it up and investigated it for a while looking at every aspect of it. "COME ON STEVE HURRY THE HELL UP!" yelled Johnny. "Alright alright calm your tits Johnny!" Steve put the pencil in his pocket and continued to walk down the stairs to meet up with his brother.
Steve and Johnny then heard a rumbling noise coming down the street, it was their aunt Carroll she had barely arrived and pulled up to the driv
The Mantle“Gimlet,” Gast says. And he means me, could not mean another so cohered, so bone-tremblingly focused are the intentions weighing those two syllables.The Mantle2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gast appears to me as a projection mounted in a bruised TV screen. Its liquid-gauze contents could pass for a sfamato painting, they’re so full of shifting murk and grey tides. And even those rhythmic disturbances are scattered by breathy impressions of pool-like eyes, of arches that might be the brush of lips or a brow against a veil. All that is clear is the TV’s sound. His sound.
The Voice. That’s what everyone calls him, and they put a lot of stock in eclipsing him by his title. I’d always been too radical. I couldn’t respect him at all until I felt the truth of his rank in his presence-- that blood-eddying rush of certainty our conversations promised me. I’m too radical. To me they were only promises of certainty, and looking back I should have had some premonitions about that, a
Se7en creepypasta 3- Aaron's After Death DiarySe7en creepypasta 3- Aaron's After Death Diary2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't believe I'm still continuing to write this diary, even though I'm dead. Seven told me that he didn't mind, and he even said that it's a very interesting habit. Sometimes, I feel like he watches as I write my entries. I hope he isn't.
I can still vividly remember the day Seven killed me. I remember his grey hands around my neck, clutching at my veins. I remember the pins-and-needles sensation, little tingles everywhere. There was this incredibly sharp pain. But as soon as the pain came, it went away.
Seven tells me that he intended my death to be quick and easy.
I remember when I woke up. The weird feeling of not having a body anymore. I looked around, and it was completely dark. Then I heard his voice. He explained that he killed me so I could always keep him company and assist him in finding victims. I don't know why he does this- why he messes with people like me and drains them. I even asked him. He didn't give me a clear answer, all he d
The House on Apple: A Warning Ever since I was very small, I've always had this, well, ability. I don't know how to explain it but it's like I can see things; bad things. It started with a dead girl in my mother's closet, and over the years began to escalate. I honestly have no idea if I was slowly going crazy or if some unknown force was tormenting me with a terrifying view into a past that I never asked to see. It's important to mention this fact, because otherwise you might think these events I'm about to describe really did happen. In actuality, while they might have, it's possible that they were insane delusions of a young mind and should be taken with utmost uncertainty as to physical being.The House on Apple: A Warning4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, this story, if you've read the title, is about a house. Specifically, it's about the things that happened in the house. I was only nine when my family and I moved into this place, but I remember every room as freshly as I remember it's horrors. You could enter from the side of the house through a singl
Final Destination Part 2: Seeing is BelievingFinal Destination Part 2: Seeing is Believing6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Michelle’s Point of View:
I grab Timmy and shake him. “Timmy! Timmy are you okay!? What the hell is going on?” I ask. He didn’t heat my question. All he kept saying was “I saw it. It’s going to burn. The fireworks, they’ll kill us all.” The rest of our friends quickly join us. “What is Timmy talking about?” Asked Isaac. We all shrug. What is Timmy talking about. He is still in shock. I slap his face yell “Timmy! Snap the fuck out of it!” A tear falls from his left eye as he wakes up. “Guys we can’t go in there. None of us will be coming out alive.” “What the hell are you talking about.” Replied Zach. “Don’t pull that shit. Nothing is going happen. I think you just want attention.” Zach never really knew how to word things nicely. He always comes off a little inconsiderate. It did irk Timmy though. I could tell Timmy was mad but all he could say was
HemophobiaI have this fear of any sort of blood. I've been told that it's called 'hemophobia.' It might sound stupid, but I have a reason for my fear.Hemophobia17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was my sixth birthday, and like most children my age, I was in ecstasy over it. I was outside playing tag with a few of my friends, from what I can remember.
"Darling, come inside! We're having your cake then opening presents," my mother called to me, and I ran inside as fast as possible.
One of my aunts turned off the lights after I sat down in a chair, allowing the candles on my cake to illuminate the room. Everybody started singing 'Happy Birthday' and at the end of their off-key singing, I blew out the candles. My father handed me a knife in order to cut the first slice. Without any help, I cut a small slice for myself. Mother smiled at me and put the piece of cake on a paper plate.
I took a bite out of the red velvet cake, but it didn't taste normal to me. I ate the rest of the cake slowly, wondering what tasted different. I jumped off of
How Good is Your Voodoo? Pt 25How Good is Your Voodoo? Pt 253 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amalia’s eyes were red and her dark, curly hair seemed to be flowing on its own, for there was no wind.
“What. Have you done. To my sons.” Her voice was low and curt.
“W-We’re…helping them…” Kun struggled to speak and get precious air.
“LIAR! WHY DO I HEAR THEIR SCREAMS!?” As her voice raised, her grip tightened. Kun’s neck felt so stiff, he dared not move it.
“Amalia-sama, yamete!” yelled Mei.
“And YOU!” How dare yo—w-what??”
Amalia’s voice faltered and her facial features and grip softened as she looked past Mei.
What she saw behind her where her two sons.
The black mist above Bongani turned and twisted around the red mist until it vanished leaving the human-looking red mist behind. It stood upright and looked towards Mei and Amalia, nodded, and sunk towards Bongani, slowly shifting towards a coole
MF Cap....Capitulo ????MF Cap....6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lo logre llegue a las central de seguridad pero si abro la puerta de la fábrica ¨ellos¨ escaparan y no creo que pueda correr con una pierna rota, JAJAJA maldita sea este es el fin, el reactor explotara, esto fue una pésima idea, sigo sin creer que todos estén muertos incluso Lian y nunca pude invitarla a tomar una café, maldita sea todo esto es mi culpa, por mi culpa Amy fue asesinada y el DR Isack enloqueció, por mi culpa ¨ellos¨ no podrán tener una vida ¨normal¨, por mi culpa los niños murieron incluso Jimmy y por mi culpa ella está muerta
-¡¡¡¡LIAN!!!!- Grito llorando mientras escucho como ¨ellos¨ vienen por mí sé que moriré aquí ya sea por la explosión o porque ¨ellos¨ me maten antes pero por lo menos aquí se acaba, con mi muerte, moriré pero me llevare este maldito lugar y a todos y todo en el conmigo al
The Monkey's Paw: Alternate Ending Mr.White stopped at the foot of the stairs as the match went out. At the same moment there was a knock at the door, so quiet it was barely audible. He stood motionless as the matches fell out of his hand. The old man listened for the knock again to see if it wasn't just his imagination.The Monkey's Paw: Alternate Ending3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He held his breathe as the next knocking repeated.
Upon hearing the second knock he turned around and run up the stairs. Once he was in his room he hastily shut the door behind him.
Mrs.White woke with a start and sat up. "What's wrong" asked the old woman.
"Nothing", he said with shaky tones.
Mrs.White, sitting up, listened just as the third knock sounded. This one was louder, making it echo through the house.
"It's him", she cried. "It's my boy"!
She jumped out of bed and ran to open the door. Mr.White tried to grab her, but it was to late, she was already running down the stairs.
The old man began to chase after her, "For god sakes woman! Don't let it in".
Roxanne She was beautiful. Her red dress fell a little above her knees, her black gloves went up to about her elbows, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. She was beautiful... and looked vulnerable. The party we were attending was rather loud for a formal gathering, but who cares? My brother, who was hosting the party, invited me so I would get out of the house and mingle.Roxanne6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He never knew what was in my house.
And to top it all off...
I had a body. It was an adult male who our sister hated, but we never knew why until she told us he abducted her. What she told us I don't want to recount, but it was horrid. He was my first murder, and it made me realize something sick. I liked it. The pained cries, the smell of blood, the pleading look in their eyes as I bring the blade to a new part of the body... it was wonderful. Now, I want more.
I walked t
Wake upA young woman was walking through the park at night, hurrying to her home close by. She had the unfortunate evening shift at her work and for safety, carried a pocket knife.Wake up18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked around in cautiously, making sure there was no one around. She heard a twig crack behind her and turned around quickly, ready to scream but there was no one there. A twig snapped in the other direction and she turned around slower, her eyes widening in confusion.
What lay in front of her eyes was pure darkness, "What the heck!?" She said, and turned back around, and there again was blackness. Although everywhere she turned there was only pitch black nothingness, she was able to see her body clearly. "Hello...is anyone there?" She asked nervously, shocked and terrified.
She hugged herself to try to stop from trembling. "Hey...this is not funny at all. Whoever is pulling this prank just stop already, ok!?" She yelled angrily as her heart pounded loudly.
A red light flashed and she squinted, trying to