ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Man of the GallowsORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Man of the Gallows1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I used to be a hardworking, honest man and husband. A man of reputation, yet one who would take care of strangers as if they were his own family. It was a common sight to see me being polite to travelers and townsfolk alike. After all, where I came from it was a custom passed down from our elder's Southern roots. But like all things, it wasn't always as pleasant in my life as I wish I could portray it through this story."
"The name is Andrew Colt. I used to live in the town of Hendrick's Post and I was just one of the locals. I worked as a ranch hand for one of the big cattle ranchers out in the Southwest. He had been a good friend of mine ever since I moved into the town in my early teens looking for some honest work. My friend Daniel Cullen also was a helper at said ranch and we usually teamed up when we had to herd the cattle into the pens for the night."
"Now, you might be wondering why I am telling you this. Well my friend, even consideri
Hobo HeartHobo Heart2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Badge number : 1025
August 26, 2014
544 NW Tarrant St.
One deceased female age 26 Large entry wound to chest. Heart removed.
"Hey Jason what we got this time?"
"Yeah it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head "Same M.O. chest crushed ripped open heart removed. Human heart from previous deceased present at scene."
"How many does this make?" the detective asked
"Are we counting the one at the lake?" Jason inquired.
" No not yet anyway." replied Detective McMahon
"Five then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Jason said to the detective squinting his eyes.
"Yeah I hear ya, but there was no heart present. It's his calling card there's no way he'd leave out that little detail. This guys sick it's his ritual. They may be connected, but it may be a copy cat. I'm not giving him the credit till I'm sure." The detective pulled out his lucky zippo rubbed it with his finger as he examined the apple engraving on i
Creepypasta: ASMRCreepypasta: ASMR3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, a phenomenon characterized for its tingling sensation. I receive these tingles when listening to unique sounds such as fingers tapping on a surface, plastic packaging being crinkled and most commonly ear to ear whispering.
The phenomenon has become immensely popular online. You've probably stumbled upon some of these videos before; haircut and doctor role-plays, a pair of hands slowly unboxing something, maybe a selection of items being tapped? Many users record videos whispering into two microphones, allowing the brains of their viewers to be softly tingled by the soothing vocals. For lack of a better description I'd say it feels like soda fizzing underneath your skin, the bubbles massaging your scalp and leaving you in a mellow state.
I've been troubled with poor sleep since my early teens, a night that ended before mid-morning could have been fiction for all I knew. Ever since I discovered ASMR, falling asleep has become effortless, I plug mysel
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*Necrophiliac5 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.Reflection1 week 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.
We all scream for ice creamWe all scream for ice cream1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air smelled as sweet as sugar, as the ice cream man made the turn down to Maple Drive.
He began to slow down as he flipped a switch on his dashboard and the music began to play, filling the air with sweet noise, luring children to the place where he music was coming from...
All the children begged their parents for a couple dollars, and asked for th chang that rested warmly a the bottom of their parent's pockets.
The children sprung fro their homes, holding their newfound money high above their head so that the ice cream man could see, that they were able to purchase some frozen treats.
Just like the Pied Piper, the children were drawn to him ,almost hypnotically.
The children were pushing, and shoving, each one desperately trying to be the first ones to stuff their faces with some sweets.
Harold the ice cream man grinned when he saw all the juveniles small window on his truck.
Drop Dead"I don't think I can do this anymore."Drop Dead1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What'd you mean?" I said, not understanding. "Do you wanna go home?"
"No, of course not." She sounded insulted. I looked up at her and saw her eyes starting to water, but Rose kept a steady gaze. She was good at avoiding eye contact.
The previous night, we'd been watching a herd of walkers pass through from the caravan. Carla saw them coming and hurried in, telling us to turn the lights off. The caravan was plunged into darkness and we sat, poised. Then we could hear the signature groaning of the walkers, all chorusing together morbidly. I leaned forward and peeled the curtain back.
"Josie! What're you doing?"
"I'm looking," I whispered. Rose edged up beside me and peered out the window. We sat in silence, watching the walkers as they moved on, oblivious to our presence. They weren't distinguishable in the dark, but they could be easily rec
Creepypasta - When Granny DiedMy grandma was a very religious person. She always kept a bible by her bed, and she attended church every Sunday. Someone who did not know her as well as I did would probably call her fanatic, but she was far from that; in my eyes, she was just the kindest person I ever had the pleasure of knowing.Creepypasta - When Granny Died3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It therefore saddened me when I received the news that she would depart from this world in a couple of months. She was hospitalised, and remained bedridden for the remainder of her life. I was heartbroken, and cried for what felt like weeks.
After reaching a reluctant form of acceptance, I decided not to squander my time; I visited her every day from that point forward. She would always be in a good mood, despite her dwindling health. If she had enough strength, she would indulge me in either of her two favourite pastimes; playing cards, or reading the bible for me.
This would carry on for a good couple of months, and by then I was both convinced and relieved to know that whoever this
Creepypasta: I Will Walk AloneCreepypasta: I Will Walk AloneCreepypasta: I Will Walk Alone1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
(I can't see them anyway)
No time to lose
We've got to move
Steady your helm
(I am losing sight again)
- Breaking Benjamin, Blow me Away
January 5th, 2015
I’ve done it. My New Man will be so beautiful. My only worry is that he will be too pure, too incorruptible for this disgusting world.
What’s done is done, I suppose. What so many of those men in glasses and white labcoats couldn’t accomplish in the days of the Reich, I have discovered in all of one week of solid researching and alyzing after a moment of epiphany: the problem wasn’t that my subjects were genetically impure. Well, they were, but that’s beside the point. The real problem was that they were too human.
Humans are essentially a species of hairless ape. Far from perfect at the best of times. But with that artifact of pagan Germany my benefactor had
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
run, RUN!I am walking through the woods, Only barely aware of my surroundings. It is evening, and the stars are just coming out, lighting the way for me.run, RUN!1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we meet, you smile, I adore your smile, it sets my world on fire.
It is cold out, autumn has set in a couple of days ago. The nights are becoming chilly, and perhaps this night would have the first signs of real frost.
Nothing could have surprised me, and that’s saying something. I’ve seen so much already, see? My life is made up of strange events, weird days and downright frightening nights.
How come, you ask? Well, I am a creature of the night, lonely and cold. I have seen the turn of centuries, kings come and go, great love and even greater sorrow and anguish. Life is hard, to be alive is hard. I will never understand how you humans do it. You get your hearts broken so often, you suffer endlessly, over and over again, how do you do that? Isn’t it ever enough?
Walk with me, come, these woods will soothe your pain, clea
OctembuaryHave you ever wondered.. that we are the dumb guys? That the insane folk are the intelligent ones? Just think, can you create an imaginary friend? Now you may be thinking, "Of course I can. I can just create an imaginary being in my mind and converse with it." But can you? You can create an imaginary being, at least an image of one in your mind, sure, but can you truly converse with it? No, you can't! Not if you're sane. Whatever conversations you have with an imaginary being is "scripted". You already know the outcome. You'd be merely talking to yourself - talking on behalf of the imaginary friend.Octembuary2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now imagine a person who can actually create a separate personality within his or her mind. A separate being who he or she can converse with. A being with its own opinions. A computer can only emulate another device if it's two times as powerful as the device it wants to emulate. So, the brain of a person who can "emulate" another person in his or her mind is surely more powerf
El arte maldito de SteinmanEl arte maldito de Steinman3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
El buen arte, así como la buena música, son universales. Y nada más universal que el arte producido por el alma sensible de mi querido amigo; el olvidado Milton Steinman.
Millones de alabanzas eran comunes dentro de la pequeña burbuja de snobs que le seguían como rémoras intelectuales, buscando despojos de su popularidad para tener una existencia más allá de la media, aún si eso significaba no tener una identidad propia. Pero mi amistad con él era muy distinta; es más, me atrevo a decir que fui su amigo más entrañable.
Cuando me refiero a que Steinman era muy cercano a mí, no lo digo con frivolidad, sino al contrario. Para la fecha en que nos conocimos, ya era un respetado pintor, ‘El Andy Warhol de nuestra década’ según los críticos… quien, sin embargo, no era más que un simple drogata atrás de la galería en la calle Armand, donde solíamos encontrarnos
GEP Short clip #1 ScriptEXT. CITY - DAYGEP Short clip #1 Script3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prowl the Lynx is walking down the street when he hears his phone ring. He picks it up and answers it.
PROWL : Hello?
???(V.O.) : Is this Prowl the Lynx.
Prowl : Speaking.
???(V.O.) : I have a very important mission for you. Now listen very closely. I need you to go to into the nearest video store and obtain a copy of Girls Gone Wild. Then I want you to place the video at the exact coordinates that I will send you and--
Prowl : Seriously, Blaze?!?
Blaze hangs up the phone, then drops it and runs.
BranchesSince her elder sister disappeared the previous Autumn, the three years old red-haired thunder called Assia had never been left alone. With her parents working all day long in the fields of the Count and without a playmate, she was obliged to spend her time with a surly granny in a miserable hovel just outside the village, playing with rocks and twigs.Branches3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another Autumn came, and with it grandmother and nephew went into the forest in search of wood for the hearth. After a long series slow steps escorted by the jumping wren who sang nursery rhymes and talked about her lost sister, the old woman was convinced to loose her caution and let Assia advance among the trees in search of twigs, while she took a rest on a smoothed trunk.
Within a couple of minutes Assia came back with a piece of rotten wood in her small hands, but her granny scolded her, and sent her farther in search of dry wood.
After five minutes, while the woman was trying to take a nap, Assia came back depositing a sort of smoo
4616 and the Darkest Hour4616 and the Darkest Hour1 week 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
Pre-CreepyPasta SonyaMy father wasn't an affectionate nor caring man. He was very distant and harsh with his words. Even as my mother became terminally ill, the thought of losing his wife didn't bother him at all; it excited him. He never loved my mother and only married her because his hump-and-dump had gotten her pregnant. His excitement grew as my mother's condition got worse and it peaked when she became bedridden. I was seventeen when it happened. My mother was miserable; she couldn't take care of herself, she could hardly speak, and she could barely move. She was completely dependent on our care.Pre-CreepyPasta Sonya1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Father refused to take her to the hospital in the final year of her life. Instead, we moved to a small, wooden cabin in the middle of a large forest. He loved the solitude, even if it took hours to get to work. As her death crept closer, I began to sleep in the same room as my mother. I wanted to be with her when her pain ended and she could b
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 Gathering1 week 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
(F/F) The Tickle MonsterThe sun was shining brightly overhead, as Julia made her way down the long path that cut through the thick forest. Normally the girl wouldn’t have taken that path to get to town, but she was in a hurry, and she didn’t have a choice.(F/F) The Tickle Monster1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Julia was a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair that fell to the small of her back, beautiful dark brown eyes, small rounded shoulders, and perky breasts. The girl was garbed in a white t-shirt, that was tucked neatly into a pair of blue jeans, she wore black shoes on her feet.
As the girl walked, she could hear the sounds of twigs snapping under her feet. “I hope I still have time.” The girl thought, glancing at her wristwatch.
Just as the girl took another step, she heard the sound of two twigs snapping. One of those twigs was located beneath her left foot, the other sounded like it came from behind her. Julia turned quickly, her eyes slightly widened, and her heart began pounding a tad bit faster. A strange girl was standing a
Bury Her AliveCrystal walked down the dark street, her heels clicking on the pavement. She wrapped her arms around her in a futile attempt to stay warm. All the woman wanted was to go home and be with her son. I'm tired of working the damn streets. I need a better job. Crystal paused under a street lamp and tried to pull the bottom of her dress down to cover more, but nearly popped the top off. Swearing under her breath, she leaned against the wall. Her customers knew which parts of town she worked and there were a few regulars who would expect her to be in this exact spot. She was reaching into her bag for a cigarette when a blue car pulled up next to the curb.Bury Her Alive1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He spotted the young hooker with the nice rack leaning against the bricks. Perfect! He thought as he pulled up next to her and rolled down the window.
"Let it begin." She mumbled and put her cigarette back. "Hi hon I'm Cr
ProblematicProblematic3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, my name's Ethan..I'm sixteen years old and.. I live alone. Yep, I don't need anyone to love or protect me. I live by myself in the country...and it's peaceful, at least I thought.
All of my 'friends' back in the city were always very...twitchy... and paranoid.
They never told me why, though. One of my friends actually committed.. never mind, none of you need to know that, but he didn't want to deal with the paranoia anymore. After all my friends 'left', I moved out.. my family was never around anymore so what's the point.
Anyway, I've been living by myself for a few months.. say seven? Everything was normally quiet and peaceful, since I really had no neighbors.. I would always explore in the woods until..it happened. Well, that's the reason your listening right? Im sorry I was lost in thought..
the date was July 7th, 2013. I was on my way to bed, when I felt something watching me. I decided to search through the whole house to make sure I was th
.: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:.1 week 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)1 week 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