Necrophiliac"You, yes you! I need your help. I'm bound by something deep inside my corrupted black soul to tell my tale of horror night by night, so wake up. *shakes your shoulders*Necrophiliac2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
*nodding* Yes I realize you probably don't care about my demons. About the things that keep me awake all night. But there isn't anywhere you can go dear friend, so I guess you'll just have to listen. *wags finger*
It was back in 92', I was just a boy about 15. My mama always said I was a naughty little boy who tried doin' all sorts of adult things way before I should even be thinking about them. I see that look on your face you fithy bastard, *laughing* no I don't mean sex. I was hornier than you'd ever believe and all the girls in my class were prettier than all get out. (Or maybe that's just how I remember them.) And I don't mean smokin' and drinkin' though I did a little bit of both. I'm referring to my obsession with death.
I liked watching that show about the lawyers and cops in New York,
ReflectionI found a couple of old photo albums in my attic. They were thrown away in some cardboard boxes and forgotten. Somehow I avoided looking through them. Whenever I came up here, it was for the sole purpose of writing without being bothered by anyone.Reflection6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
But today, the curiosity seemed to be a bomb at the back of my head, waiting to explode.
I sneezed several times as my hands opened, grabbed and took out everything from postcards to books and letters. Even clothes. Hidden away, I found a smaller wooden box. The paint was scratched off and worn out making whatever had been once drawn on it, barely recognizable.
I put it on my writing table and opened the oval window. It was cold outside, but sunny. The stinging kind of cold that hurts your skin, dries it, and makes you feel like you can't breathe. The streets were empty. The lack of sleep made my mind float. Creativity comes easier when I'm in this state. Words tend to flow without effort. I hadn't slept all night.
Life of a pest (G/T RP / Maybe Vore rp/ Anthro rp)Being a human being is not much to say in this world. Along with humans, there are Anthros that are only in the medieval age. The only problem is, that humans are very small compared to Anthros, humans live in a world where they must live like pests, scavenging for food and other things to stay alive. The worst part is that most of the giant anthros think of humans as nothing more than snacks/slaves/toys/pets etc. while there are some that care for humans despite their helpless size, but those anthros are very few in numbers. (Though luckily Anthros have the power to disable their digestive system at will.)Life of a pest (G/T RP / Maybe Vore rp/ Anthro rp)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
While there are a lot of human villages around, groups of people that decide that safety in numbers is the best thing. However, there are some anthros that take it as a hobby to hunt down these villages and stomp them in the dust, killing most of the inhabitants and taking the rest back to their home for whatever reasons.
A. You are wondering in the vast forest p
4616 and the Darkest Hour4616 and the Darkest Hour4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
4616 and the Darkest Hour
The icy cold wind came howling down, like a demon from the far north, it blew in wild tiger dancing around the small camp fire, melting in with the crackling flames, sending her shadow flickering about the woods to her back, her eyes lost in the orange and red embers. Breathing out a long aching sigh she could see her breath as it escapes her warm body. A shiver ran down her young spine, playing a song on each and every one of her vertebras like a wee child’s xylophone. Slowly the night tick away as it headed into its darkest hour. For it was at this time of the bloody night death walk the world, sinking its poisonous teeth into young tender flesh. It did not care what it devoured human child or animal. Though if it could not find a young one to satisfy its hunger it wouldn’t hastate to feast upon an old one or two. As the time slip away her fear grew bolder, whispering details into her mind of her appending death.
The tiny wisp of a fo
A Spirited GatheringPhineas Widowlark sighed lightly. On the television, the metal ball slowly ascended its pole. A gentle uproar of laughter came in waves from the other partygoers flocking about the mansion's third floor. He stared from the screen to the window, seeing little more than his own faint reflection.A Spirited Gathering5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Most everyone knew to stay away from Widowlark Manor unless they were looking for a paranormal encounter, but every now and again a groupd of kids would try to enter the place without foresight, seeing it as nothing more than a well-kept old house.
From outside, passersby would likely assume from the heavy glow of lights from inside that the security guards on duty were working overtime to prevent vandalism given the holiday. Phineas and his numerous family members knew better. They were partaking in one of their many yearly spirited gatherings.
“Darlin',” a casual, throaty voice beckoned to him from his left. He turned, raising his brow.
Several feet away stood Rebecca Widowla
.:RP: Oakville's Little Secrets: Pt. 2:."Why do you care? Remember all those back up policemen? Good job leading them to their deaths! Carson had some fun ripping their eyes out!" The voice laughed..:RP: Oakville's Little Secrets: Pt. 2:.5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm Jackie. Jackie Joans. Nice to meet you angel!" The voice laughed. That was when a small ball rolled into the room and it let out a beeping noise.
"DUCK!" Phillip said tackling red. A smoke exploded from the ball and everything went black.
Angel woke up in a room tied to a chair. He saw red and Phillip to his right, and Mr. Aria to his left.
Two men were in front of them. One had long dark pink hair and the other had dark purple hair. "Ah you're awake! How's it going?" Said the man with the pink hair. It was Jackie.
"U-Ugh..." Angel grunted as he came to. He tried struggling in his seat, but to no avail. He didn't want to look at them in the eye, so he tried to turn to his co-workers. "Aria... Aria! Red! Philip!"
He was extremely scared seeing that there were two of them! He dared not look at
Sumgigi (Creepypasta)Sumgigi (Creepypasta)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a game you can play to get a free wish. It can be anything you want - fame, fortune, health, knowledge, etc. You only have to follow all the rules of the game and win. The game is called Sumgigi, and it most likely originated in Korea, considering it means "hide" in Korean.
First you will need at least two other friends. It doesn't matter who you bring, how old they are, male or female, etc. They just have to be people you trust and if you don't, this game won't work. If you play the game correctly and win, each of you will get one wish. If they don't survive, however, you may not use your wish to bring them back. That would just nullify your wish. Trust me, just don't try it. Anyway, the other thing you will need is an empty building. Whether you have permission to enter said building is irrelevant. Other than you and your friends, it has to be completely devoid of people. It doesn't matter how big the building is, it just needs at least three floors. You will also need
pewdiepie: A Special Thanks(WARNING: general horror)pewdiepie: A Special Thanks5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I switched my computer on with an excited smile. Pewds was supposed to drop a new video today on a new horror game. It was supposed to be really scary and I was itching for a good laugh. I loved how easily Pewds freaked out even if I was usually screaming with him.
I opened my web browser and made my way to his actual website. It didn't do me any good to watch it directly on YouTube, not if I wanted to leave a comment anyway. Once I got the page open though I was a bit confused. The site looked different. It only had one video on screen that was simply titled 'A Special Thanks'. Well it would be worth watching one way or another. I clicked play and the video automatically switched to full screen. It was weird though. The room around Pewds was strangely dark and he seemed to be standing behind what looked to be a person sitting in front of a computer. The person was hidden behind the monitor and the little light that came from it only added creepy shadows to hi
Secluded I shuffled up to a table, holding armfuls of papers, my ears listening to the ever constant sounds of everyone around me. Until, I sat. I stopped, looked and listened.Secluded 3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone, dead silent. I sighed and place all the journals and paperwork all over the diner table. I heard a slight hissing. A man, very tall, arms in every which direction. His mouth agape, unhinged almost. I, just looked down, hoping to avoid his stare.
A small curse seeped through my lips as I looked down. A divorce settlement stared back. My wife, had become one one of them.
A Breakneck BindWhat is the human joy that has been christened intimacy? Truly! Aid me, do you know, do you?A Breakneck Bind4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear reader, I’m bewildered, baffled and befuddled about these barmy, bonkers and berserk beliefs that bang around my brain with such blunt brutality, as to banish the beauty of battling brainwaves to the bottom burrow of the backward. I beg for your brilliance, because my brother, best buddy, I believe my very being is in a breakneck bind.
But enough of this absurd alliteration. Because this is not alike I who is above all, always assure. So to the point I must aim, and to arrive there I must first actualize the birth of such absurdity.
The day previous, at my place of employment where I endeavour with enterprising expertise, a character with a cunning cleverness who I had never had a craving to converse with before came cascading down the cluttered corridor only to conclude his course outside of my cell.
I glanced up. This individual had ignited my interest, incited my imagination; neve
Abigail PerkinsonAbigail Perkinson5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abigail moved a hand over her eyes to block out the suns ray, it was beautiful from where she could see it. She couldn't remember what the sun looked like, nor the sky and clouds. she had been inprisoned in this basement for years. Since the day she first disobeyed her mother. Somehow her mother was able to keep her hidden from her father, he must hear her screams at night when her mother beats her. But then again, her father could be working the night shift. Yet that didn't matter, Abigail gave up all her hopes after her fifth birthday.
Abigail forced her aching body forward and sat up, she picked up the straitjacket
from the filthy concrete flooring. she pulled it over her nude body, she then picked up her panties and froze. Did she really want to put them back on? Did she want to risk the man that came at night to whisper dirty words into her ear as he undressed? A sigh escaped her lips as she dropped the panties, she stood up only to fall to her knees. She needed food. If she was l
DarknessIs this the end? My senses have failed me. No, not all of them, for my sense of sight remains. But what of it, if all I see are the shattered fragments of the broken life that is my past? I stand frozen in the void, for I have forgotten what it means to have a will.Darkness1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Is this the beginning? I have not yet tasted life. No, that cannot be true, for the memories of those I once loved align themselves persistently behind my closed eyes. But why should I keep them if they are marred by the blood that drips from the knife in my hand? I walk forward, for that is where my feet would take me.
There is a voice in the shadows. I do not turn around, for I know who it belongs to: The figure that stalks my dreams, urging me to do what I will not, what I cannot, do. But this time he is smiling. He has been fed to satiation. Nay, far beyond it, as one life alone would have sufficed.
He is no longer in the shadows. He was never in the shadows, for how can a part of me reside outside of the wretched vesse
Postman on the proul. A slim, tall figure moved like a blue shadow against the grey scenery of the Vancouver streats. Here he could hunt in peice. The pale skined being looking from alley to alley to find his next meal. He krept quietly up to a small groupe of people gathering in the night. Teanagers, usually too young for his taste. Though the switch blades they carried made him concider otherwise. Perhaps something allong the lines of veal would be good for him right about now.Postman on the proul.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tall being stalked them a while untill all but one returned home. The last one being female. She didn't look to be much more than sixtean. Dressed like a girl from a brothel. The being shook his head and aproached quietly as she returned home. A man pulled her into the home and the blue clad being moved a little more anxiosley. There was a meal more to his liking.
Tough luck though as the man scolded the girl for being out so late and not calling. He was worried for his little girl. The
FNAF :: the tiny shadowYou hated your job, that was certain, if you would sleep, it would haunt you. Luckily you are drunk on coffee, so that won't happen soon. But damn, staying awake so long is starting to be hard.FNAF :: the tiny shadow4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And of course the damn phone is ringing again. "Enlighten us with your knowledge, you piece of machinery", you said as you accepted the call.
"Hello hello? Uhm, I have to say, you did great so far. I guess you might have heard about it already, but they tried to revive an old animatronic... She was part of the Lovely Twins entertainment, but her fellow animatronic gave... out. It quit working, just up and quit, what can you do about it. Anyway, uhm, about the reviving part, they tried to rebuild her brother but the new technology didn't seem to work with her. Something about the cogs not alining properly, but I am no technerd, so I don't ask me about the details. Anyway, being part of the older animatronics, she also has a roaming function... Only the hard part this time is
In the houseIt was a cold winter night, the house looked completely different from what I remember with all the holiday ornaments. I headed downstairs with a book I found and sat on the red sofa near the fireplace.In the house5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dog was on the corner, shaking a little.
"Come here, boy" I told him, but there was no response from him. I tried offering him one of the cookies left for Santa. After a few seconds I ate it instead, better for me, I thought.
A noise came from upstairs. Maybe the wood cracking? I sure hoped so, I told to myself, and turned the page.
After some seconds a another sound filled the house, startling me. The dog began whimpering.
"Calm down..." I stood up, placed the book on the sofa, and took another cookie.
I took the little hatchet I had near the fireplace with me. I'm not paranoid but, you never know.
I slowly headed upstairs. Muffled sounds came from behind a locked door. My heart started to pound a little. I tried not to make a sound.
The kid was sleeping on the other room, the last
PresentsI'm not much of a writer. I go off on rants or make little sense so I'll try my best to explain what is going on. (also please pardon my horrible spelling and grammar. Please. . . maybe. . . I am sorry) Oh and all names, besides my dog, have been change. (why not my dog, well I have mentioned her by name a few times already)Presents1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
First things first, there is something you should know about me. The most important thing is I am oblivious. Most things people would notice, I tend to not or take forever to see. Case in point I did not know a guy friend had a crush on me for a whole year. A WHOLE YEAR!!!!! Next thing is I still live at home. I blame the economy. On the plus side, free food!
Now on to the nitty gritty. About 4 weeks ago I stated noticing a few things, even though it started probably 6 weeks ago. I only figured it out after putting a few things together. So about 6 weeks ago my dog started to act up. Echo, my pretty little girl, is very protective of me. Anytime my father, brother,
Killer InstinctKiller InstinctKiller Instinct2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russell Brand TF
There was only one way to put this, he had the nightmare again...except it didn't end how it usually did. He was aware of it, and he knew what he had to do. As a monster himself he knew well enough that sometimes you need to think like your tormentor in order to outwit them.
Russell Brand would be ridiculously easy to imitate he thought as he walked over into the lab while good ol Lithius was busy talking to his girlfriend Mel the koala-girl, but this was not just a matter of impersonating Brand - oh no, it was to mimic him exactly. And being a monstrous master of disguise, he knew just the thing to make this plan work.
Good old Lithius had been storing the serums in the same cabinet he had kept the were-creature potions/vials, all of them were listed in alphabetical order. He looked through each section individually.
The Color of RoyaltyThe Color of Royalty5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a place long forgotten; a kingdom too old to be remembered, there was once a curious ritual. Every year, just before the first blossoms of spring, a particular individual was sought out. This individual might be rich or poor, wise or foolish, man or woman, young or old; it really didn't matter. What did matter was the person's passion, or more specifically, the lack thereof.
Desolation of passion or any intrinsic yearning to progress beyond what one was born into was the sole criterion for selection. Most people selected were of the sort who would have wasted their lives, content only to breed their replacements at the very most. Others might have included the sort of people who were willfully and proudly ignorant, such as the village idiot who looked down upon the more intelligent of his fellows.
Whatever the case, the king's guard would abduct this individual in the middle of the nigh
First Night, Last Time "Breaking news! The family-friendly restaurant we all know as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had another surprise hidden inside the establishment. A female night guard's body has been found in a sealed room hidden under one of the tiles in the corridor of the restaurant. Blood stains, scratch by human nails tally marks on the walls, and the unsettling stench of the decaying body laying beneath what seems to be an old and worn out noose hanging from the ceiling. According to the owner, he said that the guard was a young lady that he hired about a week ago.First Night, Last Time2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I have no idea what and why this had happened, it's a simple job that a man can do for six hours. I should have asked her if she had any medical issues before she took this job, because of what happened to another security guard I know of..." - CEO of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
The restaurant will be closed until further notice, and the room below will be sealed off away from the public when the establishment&
Sonic.exe's Official Character BioSonic.exe's Official Character Bio5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sonic.exe(Exe for short or "X" by the Cult) is the main character of the Creepypasta of the same name and it's sequel and the overall main antagonist of the series.
Sonic.exe is a supernatural entity from another dimension that greatly resembles Sonic the Hedgehog in many aspects, but is in fact greatly evil and powerful beyond scientific standard. He desires to cross over into the human world and make all of humanity his slaves for eternity.
Sonic.exe was created by Sir JC the Hyena, who holds Exe in high regard, calling him "his masterpiece".
The Birth of Evil:
In mid-2011, the creature that would soon become Sonic.exe was born within the void between dimensions. It is unclear how he came to be, but according to Sir JC (the creator), the creature was born within a cataclysm brought on by multiple forms of primordial energy accidentally ramming into each other all at once after said energy was trying to assemble itself in a creative manner. These "ingredie
The inchlingYou came home from along day so you decided to fit and rest for a bit and when you got to the couch you noticed a inchling what we'll you do and who is it?The inchling5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who is it
1) a parent
What we'll you do
3) switch your the inchling
Five Nights At Freddy's 3Thirty years after Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed it's doors, the events that took place there have become nothing more than a rumor and a childhood memory, but the owners of "Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction" are determined to revive the legend and make the experience as authentic as possible for patrons, going to great lengths to find anything that might have survived decades of neglect and ruin.Five Nights At Freddy's 31 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
At first there were only empty shells, a hand, a hook, an old paper-plate doll, but then a remarkable discovery was made...
The attraction now has one animatronic.
SentenciaSentenciaSentencia2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
La primera vez que Elena vio al ave, ésta se encontraba posada sobre una antena oxidada en el techo del edificio de enfrente. Tuvo que entrecerrar los ojos para poder apreciarla mejor. Por su forma, parecía un cuervo, aunque más grande, del tamaño de una gallina gorda. Era, al parecer, gris, aunque su plumaje se oscurecía al bajar por su cuerpo, llegando a un negro absoluto en sus largas patas. Y tenía algo en la cabeza, como una especie de casco blanco que le cubría la testa por completo, incluyendo el pico.
– Debe ser una de esas chingaderas de Halloween…
Quería ignorar al ave, pero era hasta cierto punto inquietante. Estaban a finales de noviembre ¿qué no había acabado ya esa maldita fiesta? Metió su mano derecha en el bolsillo de su vieja chaqueta verde, buscando un cigarrillo, mas recordó que había perdido su encendedor. Pensó en robarlo en alguna tienda de camino a la universid