CREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Nightmares of a PhantomNOTE: This story is meant to be read with the song linked below but if you want to read it without the music, that's ok with me.CREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Nightmares of a Phantom1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I do own The Hangman but the song is owned by the band Volbeat.
The Nightmares of a Phantom
Based off of the song "Room 24" by Volbeat
He felt himself slowly faltering into the unconscious world of slumber, his transparent form hovering his queen sized bed in what was left of his home in the town he guarded so strictly. The skeletal ruins of this once grand home surrounded him, the wood on the walls and floor coughed up sand and dust that accumulated in the past century he's been officially dead as he landed on the old ragged sheets of the bed. He felt himself solidifying and his eyes closing without warning. He put hi
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The hallucinations weren’t getting better. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; she’d stopped hearing someone talking over her bedside, she could no longer make out the sound of whispering coming from that room in her attic she dared not enter, and she was likewise no longer anguished during the night by phantom banging and crashing thuds coming from upstairs. But even though the auditory hallucinations had been banished back to that haunted part of her brain that had spawned them, there was something new that the pills had brought on, something far more worrisome.
She could see him.
She had often felt watched, all her life really, since she was about sixteen, but she never had a face to put to her simmering paranoia. She still didn’t, not in the literal sense. This was because “the man in the pinstripe suit”, as she had come to refer to him when speaking to the doctors, wore a bowler hat pulled so low that she
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To say that Lara Parker was still suffering from writer’s block would be a gross understatement. Half a week had passed since her father’s untimely passing at her hands, and as she sat in front of her computer monitor she made a mental note to clear him out of the living room soon before he really started to stink up the place. But right now she had bigger problems on her plate, namely the creative wasteland called “ennui” that was the bane of every writer.
“God, Allah, Zeus, Satan, Rainbow Dash, someone, anyone, help me think of something to write!” Lara moaned as she tossed anoth
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Snow days were quite a pleasant occurrence for most students with only a few rare exceptions, and high schooler Juli Saunders was one of said rare exceptions. Juli had pulled an all-nighter making proof-positive that her public speaking project was flawless, and she was royally miffed that all of her effort had apparently been in vain. Worse, she knew she would probably have to go over it again tonight anyway in case she forgot anything. And worse still, the power had gone out early that morning, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for her mom and dad to come home from work.
After moping about in her bedroom for few hours, it dawned on Juli that there was a distinct high-pitched whine coming from her closet. It seemed to her that the noise was barely perceptible, and had likely been masked until now by the sound of the whirring computer tower that was part of the gaming set-up she made use of.
Deciding to investigate, she rifled through her closet
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It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest dream I've ever had.
At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.
Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random interval
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Flipping over to her social media pages she composed a new post.
Hey guys! New pics 4 ya! I'm sooooo hot, don't you agree? If I get 15k likes in the next two hours I'll do a bikini shoot! If y'all can get me 25k! I'll be a little more revealing! Giggles and kisses, ~L
She sat her blue iPhone down on her matching plush comforter and went over to her closet. "They're totally gonna give me twenty-five thousa
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It was a sunny day in a small town small brick edifices, pretty houses, and shops. Everyone was saying their daily greetings, kids playing and riding their bikes, and adults were doing errands, walking, or working. As for siblings Daisy and Robby, they were planning to have a lovely picnic with new friends they met at school in the woods that was located in the northern outskirts of the town.
Daisy and Robby packed food like cheeses, sandwiches, bread, cookies, juice, water, and cake. They left their home and walked 10 blocks to meet up with the new kids, Jane and her cousin Michael. Thankfully, Jane's house was close to the northern gates so they went out from there. The kids had fun playing around, picking flowers, and spotting small animals. They set up the picnic near a very old oak tree and began eating. The kids dined with no worry. But what they didn't know that they
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"No. And I still haven't made any friends at school either."
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Like all the other sane students, I quickly made for the lockers before class was even formally dismissed, grabbed my stuff and headed out of the old, dreary building that we know as 'Cameron North's High School'.
Outside was just as chaotic as inside. Kids collided with one another in their hurry to get home, cans of soda were vigorously shaken and burst open over unsuspecting heads and some of the Jocks even dropped to their knees yelling, "Freedom!"
As I passed through the school gates, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I looked around.
"Hey, Brooke! Wanna hang out at my place?"
"As always," I replied and grinned at the familiar face.
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Aquella maldita sombra llevaría días murmurando cosas horribles al joven, el cual no hallaba manera de silenciarla.
Había aparecido poco después de la muerte de su hermana,dos meses atrás,un accidente estando su padre borracho tras una fiesta.
No hubo castigo para él ,siendo una familia bastante bien acomodada ,el hombre no tuvo problemas para días después volver a estar en la calle y de vuelta a su vida normal. Mientras, Dylan se mantuvo solo,aislado del mundo exterior a excepción del tiempo que iba a clase o a comprar comida.
Todo comenzaría una semana después como un susurro una vez cada mucho tiempo,lo cual él lo atribuyó a su imaginación restándole importancia. Quizás no fue tan buena idea…
No había minuto en el que no la oyera,no sería para tanto si esa
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(One of Fear’s tentacles puts a star atop a Christmas tree)
Fear: There! Now it’s a Christmas tree!
Aras: Merry Christmas everyone!
Everyone: Merry Christmas!
Anne: I can’t wait! Just five more days!
Jacob: Yeah. All you care about are the presents! But Kya and I, we care about Christmas and spending time with this dysfunctional family!
Kya: Jacob’s right. We were all brought together with our similarities. If it weren’t for any of us, we would all be in jail!
(Glitch and Shockie walk out of the room)
Aras (going after them): Where’re you going?
Glitch: We don’t wanna talk about it.
Aras (grabbing Glitch’s shoulder): What’s wro-
Glitch (smacking Aras away): I said, we don’t wanna talk about it!
(Aras falls on the floor)
Shockie (crying): Glitch! Oh my God! What’ve you done?
Glitch (crying): That’s why I didn’t want to tell her! Shockie, you know too! Whenever we get a ne