Imagine this.Imagine this.1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
In your closet, there is a very small hole in the ceiling about as big around as your thumb, something that you know is there, and have looked at many times. In your small closet, there are many things. Cloths hanging on a bar stretching from one side of the tiny hollow to the other, suspended in order to keep everything neat and tidy. Due to your character and disposition however, you leave clutter strewn about the floor, putting off the chore of cleaning until the unending dread of doing so has left you. Above you clothes hanger, there is a shelf, meant for whatever bits and bobs you wish to set upon it. A place for special things that you wish to keep safe and private. As you've set things on this sacred perch, you come to see the small hole in your ceiling quite a few times.
This is your closet. You know it well. You're going on a trip. A long one, to somewhere far away. Somewhere cold. You understand that this means that you'll need your c
Creepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game AlchemistCreepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game Alchemist4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves tumbled down from the branches as the chill of winter began to creep up on the small town I called home. Autumn was coming to a close and my classes were giving out more work as mid-term drew near. There was research paper to do for a blow off zoology class so I took the scenic route towards the library to experience the last days of the falling leaves. That class was so easy going since the day it started – hell, once this paper was done, the teacher was going to take us to the zoo a few towns over – those are the perks of high school, am I right? I just had to go to the library, find a book, skim a few paragraphs, half-ass the paper, and BAM! I would be done! Too bad that’s not how it went. I wish the day would have gone as planned, but unfortunately it didn’t. I should have checked where the library was located before I went out, but with my idiot sophomore mind didn’t think about it. I could have just checked out a
They Just ComeThey Just ComeThey Just Come19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay guys, I’m writing this as fast as I can right now so you’re going to have to bear with me since I’m running out of time.
Heh, time. That’s the one thing I thought I’ve always had a lot of. Time to kill, time to relax, time to sit back and do nothing. But as it turns out, I’m running out of it. It’s slowly dripping with each grain of sand into the abyss. And it’s been counting down for the past six weeks.
Now all I have left is a few hours at the most. Speaking of which, let’s get on that.
Now, for the people who’ve been following me on here, you all know who I am and for the few who just found this and don’t know me: I’m Jason. I’m about 5’9, got flat brown hair, hazel eyes, and you’ll usually find me wearing my beat up leather jacke
Creepypasta - Spirit ChannelI have been staring out my window for some time now. I forgot what time I started, and I don't know when I will stop. It could be chalked up to superstition, but I somehow believed that I was in some form of danger. It was all thanks to the Spirit Channel.Creepypasta - Spirit Channel5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For those who do not know; the Spirit Channel was a short-lived channel where the prime time slot was occupied by a delusional, yet somewhat entertaining old man, whom read passages from esoteric books aloud. Besides the odd books, the filming style was also fairly remarkable; it was in the first person-view, and the book's pages took up the entire screen, leading the viewer to believe that the man was recording the books while he read them. Now and then the old man would stop reading, and put the book down to take a break. Whenever he did, we saw that he was sitting in a small room, facing an open door that lead to a long hallway.
This was oddly fascinating, because it felt like we got to know the old man as he r
Mr. Monkey (Creepypasta Story)You know there was this series I watched as a kid; no it wasn't on TV but, I got it on a VHS which had a single episode on each one. In the series there were about 10 of them and if you wonder how I got them they were given to my father by a distant cousin. He told me that his cousin made a series for me to watch and that I would enjoy it. Being only seven at the time I thought nothing of it so I watched it.Mr. Monkey (Creepypasta Story)20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The series started off as some 80s music and I would hear a disturbing voice which happened to be the cousin's. Every time without fail he would say 'Hello children, seems little Suzy will take us on an adventure today~' A little girl would be sleeping in her bed then a hand would violently shake her only for her to be startled awake. Suzy would often wake up in a fright and giggle once she would stare into the camera. The weird thing was that Suzy looked like she was 11 but, they often addressed her as my age. She would get out of bed in her pink nightgown then pick out a p
Kathy Vs. The Spider 2Kathy huffed as she threw the door open, face locked into a scowl as she marched out of the house, towing a large can of rubbish. Why did she always have to take out the bins she wondered angrily. Her flat mate Emma may as well have done it as she cleaned the rest of the house.Kathy Vs. The Spider 24 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The chore wasn't a long or hard one, despite her grumbling, and she was on her way back inside when she heard a faint chattering noise. Looking to the side of her house she stood and waited for a moment, wondering what to do. After a few moments she had decided to ignore it and go in when she heard it again, louder, and from somewhere else on the roof.
Looking up she couldn't see the source of the sound, so she took a few steps back. As she did a massive sharp shape began to come into view. Understandably perturbed she decided whatever it was didn't need her attention, and she began to walk towards the door slowly. This would prove to be her last mistake however as just as she began to reach for the door knob th
Counter1.Counter1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He heard her voice, the rhythm of the counting like the beating of his heart as he'd slept moments ago; he was awake now, he was late.
She stepped in time with each number; she didn't dare look up from the cracks on the sidewalk, her steps were perfectly monitored. Distant mumbles and yells and screams did not distract her from a single punctual beat.
His fingers shook as he strained to open his door; he couldn't wake the others. He would be stopped, and he couldn't have that. The counting of all the hearts in his home would cease.
Her mouth articulated every word perfectly, like a poet reading the poem he'd been practicing in the mirror and yelling so loud he'd wake up his neighbours. The numbers held the same amount of passion and she spoke them like they'd bring money to the poor and repair the broken.
Everything was going wrong. His jacket was gone and he was scared for his ticking heart because every beat was another second for hi
The Twin's TheatreHeLlO. wElCoMe. WeLcOmE tO oUr ShOw!The Twin's Theatre1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
WE ARE SO GLAD TO HAVE YOU!
why are you here....
PREPARE TO BE AMAZED!
prepare to vomit....
We ArE tHe RiNg LeAdErS!
I AM COMEDY!
i am Tragedy...
WhErE aRe YoU?
WHY, YOU'RE AT OUR THEATRE!
you're at the twin's theatre....
I'M OVERJOYED TO SEE YOU!
i don't like you.....
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT HERE!
you're here to stay....
YOU'RE SEAT? DON'T BE SILLY!
you're not apart of the audience....
YOU'RE APART OF THE SHOW!
FrOm ThE mOmEnT yOu WeRe BoRn, YoU wErE aPaRt Of ThE sHoW.
OH GOODY, A FULL HOUSE!
why would anyone pay to see you...
C'MON FREAK! IT'S TIME FOR YOUR DEBUT!
don't screw this up....
YOU DO WHAT WE SAY NOW!
we have your spirit....
WOULDN'T WANT TO CRUSH IT!
it's very fragile....
ALL EYES ARE ON YOU!
keep to yourself.....
YoU'rE oUr MaIn AtTrAcTiOn NoW. dOn'T bOrE uS, fOr YoUr SaKe.
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 Head2 days 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
The Painter in the House Next to MineI was a rather sheltered kid. I lived in a town that was the picture of suburbia—white picket fences, well-trimmed lawns, and smiling blonde mothers, it had it all. It was a quiet, safe, lovely place to grow up. I was an only child, and I guess my childhood was pretty standard, if not a bit more privileged than some. That was, except for my neighbor, Mr. Howe.The Painter in the House Next to Mine17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr. Howe was a painter. He was slightly eccentric, as most artists are, but now I realize there was something a bit more sinister hiding behind the bags under his eyes and the smiles he forced to reassure everyone that he was doing just fine. He stood out from the rest of the community, but no one really disliked him. They mostly pitied him, a middle-aged man living alone with just his paintings to keep him company. As soon as Mr. Howe moved in, I liked him. I liked how he was different from everyone else around me. Naturally, I wanted to hang out over there, and Mr. Howe certainly didn't mind. I think he was quite lonely.
Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins Across the world before fourteen individuals green glowing spheres appear; elsewhere in special locations magic windows with green boarders appear. From them a woman’s voice announces, “The Tournament of Darkness has begun!”Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a brief pause she continues, “This tournament a mere fourteen fighters have decided to try their hand at becoming the rulers of the supernatural world.
Violet the Heavy Metal Dullahan
El Chupacabra the Luchedore Chupacabra
Slamrock the Pro-Wrestler Leprechaun
Prof. Frad the techno Immortal
Albia the Eldritch Spawn
Hydera Dredge the Toxic Queen
Gel the bubbly blue slime
Apole the Divine Dryad
B. Mai Valentine the Hive Queen
Scale the lizard boy
Athena the Centaur Goddess
Luke the Swordsma
Hotel Vour d'Lac“Damn it!” Ashley Kendall swore, pulling frantically at the gear shift and by turns pressing the gas and the brakes. Her efforts failed to produce the slightest result–the engine was suddenly and inexplicably dead.Hotel Vour d'Lac2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boggy, fog-enshrouded forest made a swell place to run into a motor trouble. The timing was even better–nearly eleven o’clock at night. Luckily, Ashley could make out a building looming behind the grotesquely garbled trees, with at least one window lit.
She clambered out of the treacherous vehicle and traversed some hundred feet of champing mud before emerging into the glade where the building stood. It was a three-story black edifice, constructed of basalt and fashioned rather like a small castle. From a lancet window on the ground floor flowed soft light, illuminating the copper signboard that bore the legend: Hotel Vour d’Lac. Another sign, aside from the front door, read, to Ashley’s surprise, in English: Single and double ro
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.Sobrevida1 day 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
The DelivererFebruary 12th, 2015 10:15 AM: Something isn't right. It all started with when I met this man yesterday at the coffee shop I go to every now and then. He was different. He was like a normal person but at the same time he was weird. He had empty cups around him. So I guess he was an addict. But what is weird is the fact that he was carrying a pouch that said "No one but I can open it." That drove my curiosity even more. What was in the pouch. He walked outside and pulled out a cigarette. I thought a first he a smoker but what he did was put it in his pouch. After he did he ran back into the shop yelling "A bomb is about to go off everyone leave!" Okay, now I know something is wrong with him. I ducked underneath a table hoping he wouldn't see me. Everyone else ran out and called the police. Well I was spying what he was doing. He picked up a gas can from the back alley that someone put there because some people do weird things. He took out a lighter, and was about to light the cigarette aThe Deliverer6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Hoof Lady[Editor's Note: The following is a written account transcribed from a true story told by Brandon Starcevic at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ow3ziEqAyEI. Full credit belongs to him. Any alterations to the narrative are purely cosmetic, for better readability.]The Hoof Lady3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here we go. Okay.
My name is Brandon Starcevic. I'm from the Northwest Territories and I live in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. Everybody thinks since I joined the military, this is where I was posted. I'm here because I had to get away from something in my life before this.
We'll start from the beginning.
In about Grade 11 I was going to school, and I had quit working so I could focus on my grades (which didn't really help). My little brother though, he had quit school about a year or so before that -- it just didn't agree with him -- and he was working at a chicken barn. Every day his friend would come and pick him up in the morning and drop him off at night, and he would be covered with dirt, poop, stuff like that.
I was a simple man...It was simple day. I was simple man. I had a simple job… Had… I had a simple job…I was a simple man...4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up to the sound of my child as he cries. Probably for breakfast. I check the clock. 8:15. I was not due for work in another hour. I go outside and fetch the papers. “Beware: Infant Trafficking” was on the headlines. I remember thinking to myself What horrible thing to do. I remember thinking about Henry. My 9-month-old baby. I check the clock again. 8:30.
I go upstairs and got dressed for work. A simply gray suit and matching tie. Nothing that stands out. I headed out to the drop off. You see; I’m a messenger. I take packages dropped off anonymously and drop them off at a designated spot. Most of the time, they are just love letters or the occasional drugs. Nothing to serious. The business thrives due to its respect of anonymity. We respect that people have secrets.
So at the drop off, I find 3 or so packages. All designated to different areas. The
Mercy/Three HoursRandi awoke in a cushioned armchair opposite a roaring fire that was framed by an elegant mantelpiece. The room she was now in looked strikingly similar to the one she had been in only moments ago – before she'd been knocked out by an unknown assailant. That room had been covered in a thick layer of dust, the upholstery sun-bleached and faded, shards of glass from a broken window gleaming amongst the debris. This room was an exact replica – minus the dust and glass. Even the fabric of the armchair was the same. It was as if she had fallen into another dimension in which this house was still occupied. But by who? Note to self, Randi thought, steer clear of creepy, derelict houses, no matter how inviting they may seem…Mercy/Three Hours17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A vague recollection stirred deep within the recesses of her mind; she remembered pitching forwards after receiving a dull blow to the back of her head, falling dangerously close to the pieces of shattered window
The ForestThe forest is dark and dangerous. It holds secrets that only time herself remembers. The forest is where monsters, beasts, and evil men come from. The forest is not a place for little boys. But, as mother has told me, I am not a little boy anymore; I am a young man. Young men go to the forest to hunt for dinner; young men go to the forest to make their living; and young men do not fear the dark or the monsters that live there.The Forest1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been cold, and the longer Father is away, the less food we have to eat. Father left into the forest towards town two weeks ago, and now Mother and I are too cold and too hungry to wait for him any longer. Mother says if we are to survive until Father returns, I must go to the forest and hunt our dinner. She buttons my coat and ties my warm, winter boots as tight as they will go.
“You know where your father has laid his traps,” she says. “And you will take these as well, just in case.”
Mother kneels to open the chest by the door. She
HimHimHim1 day 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.
Going for the Gold: Chapter 1Going for the Gold: Chapter 13 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Bad News Ben Stiller kissed his wife, Rebecca good-bye one Friday night at ten o' clock. She was going to go out with some friends of hers to have a girl's night out, leaving Ben with the house to himself.The Bad News3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched her drive off and waved. When he couldn't see her anymore, he retreated back inside to watch a little TV and go to bed.
After performing his nightly routine, he jumped onto his mattress, stretching his limbs out as far as he could. A night like this would be rare... He doubted he would get the chance to have the entire bed to himself again any time soon.
His eyelids began to close and he was just about to succumb to slumber.
Ben opened his eyes and looked up to see the silhouette of his wife standing in the doorway. He glanced at the clock to see that it was a little past midnight.
Two lost souls"Dude, you got to be kidding me." says some voice back in the abbyss of blackness.Two lost souls4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm afraid I'm not." Second, a bit deeper voice replies "We're as doomed as you think, if not more."
"But... But how? Why?"
"I don't know. I know only that I've... failed." second voice says sadly
"I'm telling you - we're going to end up badly because of that." Said a teenager with tan, blond hairs and blue eyes in blue jeans.
"We will not." Repiled another teenager, a bit more bulky, with brown hairs and green eyes " Besides, It's worth the risk."
They both were moving at some corridor of school, heading to chemical classroom.
"It's the only cause why I'm here with you." blondie guy said frowning at his friend
They stopped, hearing an unnatural noise.
Someone was following them.
"Damned, damned, damned!" Cursed blondie begining to run "I should have stayed at home!"
"Now it's too late." said bulky one running after him "Now be useful for something and open those door!" he added pointing at chemical
A dark night among the deadMatthew Caswell, London, 1731A dark night among the dead5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up in the dark feeling nothing but the cold air of the night and the damp mattress under me. As I lay there on the bed I tried to recall the previous events that had taken place before I woke up here.
The last thing I remembered was that I was walking home with my wife, Margaret, after we had just left the play. We had went to go see “The Life and Death of Tom Thumb”. I wasn’t much of a fan of the whole theatrical performances but the wife sure did. Anyway, the play had just finish up so we were walking back towards our house when we had heard a scream in the alleyway nearby. I didn’t think much of it at the time but Margaret had told me to go investigate, make sure no one was hurt. So I made my way down the alley, feeling the wet cobble under my feet as it had just stop raining after we left, and I had rounded the corner to find a tall man, dressed in nothing but black, standing over a woman laying
La cortinaHay gente que necesita dejar la cortina de la ducha cerrada para no ver si hay algo detrás. Otros, deben abrirla para asegurarse de que, precisamente, no hay nada al otro lado. Y eso era lo que yo prefería hacer. Desde muy pequeña, me perseguía el miedo de que alguien se escondiera allí detrás y de que, cuando menos me lo esperara, saliera y me hiciera daño.La cortina4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Una noche, me desperté de repente, aunque no sobresaltada. Sin razón alguna, mis ojos se abrieron y mi sueño se desvaneció. Luego de esperar unos minutos, rogando que mi sueño regresara, me di cuenta de que era en vano y me levanté. Me dirigí al baño y una vez allí, me miré al espejo, tenía unas enormes ojeras. A mis espaldas, también veía la ducha. De repente, me percaté de que la cortina estaba cerrada, cosa un poco rara, ya que vivo sola y siempre la dejo abierta. Pensé que simplemente no me había dado cuenta y la h