Beware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TGBeware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TG2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brian walked along the river bank banging his head to the music that played in his ears. It was a pretty quiet day and Brian decided to go for a long walk by the river. Brian watched the calm tranquil waters of the river glide past the black rocks beneath the surface. Bran took seat on the grassy hill watching nature at the play. He pulled out his phone and turned down his music to the point where he could at least make out a whisper of the lyrics. He barely had any cell service but decided to try to open up his browser. He found success and after checking a few glitch weary posts he headed over to the local news sight. On the front page read the search for Michael Mater had now reached six mont-pages unavailable.
“Oh come on!” Brian said yanking his ear buds out. Suddenly there was a steady crumble of twigs in the forest behind him. Brian twisted his neck around trying to see what caused the commotion. Those were pretty big footsteps.
Brian got up peering between the
[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.[Creepypasta] We're expecting.1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
The Spider Queen's Door For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field.The Spider Queen's Door5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else.
They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home.
We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n
Halloween specialWARNING: The following contains gore and character death. Reader discretion advised.Halloween special5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam ran through the building, his footsteps echoing across the dark corridor His best friend Ty followed close behind. They were the only ones left, The rest were long gone and falling victim to this sick attraction.
"Come on, the exit is this way!" He panted, grabbing a wall corner to make a sharp turn, Ty following in pursuit.
They were college kids on the night of halloween, searching for a bit of fun. A new attraction had opened up, and the whole town was in on it. He had urged his friend to go. How did he know it would come to this, trapped and running through building after building away from horrors that awaited them?
They rounded another corner. A loud bang echoed through the room. Someone was trying to get through another wall. Ty jumped with a yelp, causing him to speed up.
They never saw it coming.
Adam made it to the door. The last of the power was on. They co
EyesEyes 9/24/14Eyes1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The eyes, watch for the eyes.
That's how you know, the only sign before hell breaks.
How did it start? Just rumors, that's all there is. Some say some invasive species from some jungle. Others say in the main cities, festering in subway cars and on public buses. No one knows for sure.
The desolate say it's the end. The hopeful say it will be solved soon. The desperate ignore the first two and only survive. The blind only follow those in charge, wasting away in quarantine for no other reason than to live maybe a minute longer.
The eyes, look into the eyes.
The only way to know.
It was quiet at first, isolated events, no connections. Then it spread. Every nation blames the other. False prophets gain their income off of the fall of the masses.
They lay dormant. Unmoving until startled. They look normal until they feed. It's only the eyes that really change.
All color dies from the iris, the pupil a dark void in a sea of black, cobwebbing, throbbing veins. A wet milky sh
InsatiableThere's a legend in the upper North.Insatiable5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know, the type some call an 'Old Wives' Tale'; but the wives here won't speak of it. It circulates mostly among the children, but even then very little. A young one will sit by the fire with the fable on its lips and witch the others into wide and glassy-eyed terror. Then the mothers come and threaten to beat the young one 'within an inch of their lives' if they don't stop speaking nonsense. The threat usually works but the tale is still there, and it won't go away. It wouldn't matter if the whole village forgot it. A babe would be born with the legend writ in their mind; waiting only for the day when speech comes knocking to bring it forth again. In any case, it goes something like this:
Over the mountains and into the glaciers lie two standing stones fallen. Some say they were righted, but they are horribly wrong. In earlier years, the people used to climb the peaks to pay homage to the Gods, but tradition
VerbatimOn June seventeenth at 2:33 PM, Jacob Fantana falls off the roof and hits his head. This is the approximate time that Cory later gives him. It is a particularly nasty fall: The house they had been roofing is two stories, built on a hill. At the hospital, the doctors wreathe thick gauze around Jake's head and subject him to a series of tests. Rachel cries as Dr. Dubey explains that x-ray computed tomography has revealed a mild skull fracture and bruising on his inferior frontal gyrus. Jake stares without interest at the diagrams and fiddles with his bandages. He attempts to console Rachel, but he is embarrassed, and worried about his insurance copay.Verbatim1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
They keep him overnight for observation. As Rachel drives him home the next day, she repeatedly reaches over to touch Jake's hand on the armrest. He smiles politely and grasps her fingers in return. Through the window, he watches the bland streets of Sandusky pass by. The brakes on Rachel's Lumina whine quietly at every stoplight. Ja
Creepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don’t Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your World1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
September 27, 2014
This is Alex Pierce, reporting in his journal on the off chance that this expedition accomplishes anything it was supposed to. Personally, I think this whole thing is a snipe hunt. There’s no way someone could have survived in the Amazon for this long, but reports of a “wild man” in these parts have bolstered the Morrison’s confidence that their son might have survived that plane crash. God, how long ago would that have been? Five, six, maybe seven years? I didn’t read the report, to be honest. Not like I need to. No chance in Hell that he’s anything but a carcass. We’ll go in here, find nothing, report back as such, shatter their hopes and get the remaining half of our payment. All in a day’s work.
There is one interesting thing that bears mentioning though. As the helicopter was touching down I noticed a few contrails of smoke on the horizon, indicating a brush