Imagine this.Imagine this.1 month 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 Alchemist1 month 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. I would go to the library, find a book, skim a few paragraphs, half-ass the paper, and then it would be all over. 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 boy mind didn’t think about it. I should have just checked out a book at school, but that day I felt like taking a walk down to the local library. If I wasn’t traumatized by what had happened that day, well, I guess maybe I could laugh at myself.
I was walking across the sidewalk with my hands i
Nightmare | Foxy x ReaderNightmare | Foxy x Reader5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
EVO< Well, here's to another FNaF related story !
I think I put quite a bit of thought into this one, as well - knowing how I have a kink for violence and such - getting into detail pretty quickly. As you already know - feel free to share & favorite!
Cheers, and happy reading !
You closed your eyes. It was about close to 11', leaning against the doorway of your front door of your house. You were pretty happy - you've just received a phone call just two days before about landing a job at the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria - which you should've been happy about - but nervous. You had applied for several other jobs before this one - but all but this one had turned you down flat. Even if they had said yes - you would've picked this one anyhow. The other jobs were mostly consisted of boring cubicles and offices - while this one was more light hearted and fun. Not to mention interactive, after all. You begin to pry you
RedRed2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a night where the scent of a withering flower brings serenity, where the sound of the weeping souls stuck between the layers of the rotten, peeled walls brings infatuation, the piercing light of the burning candle reflects in the velvet red color of the blood drops that slowly and gently slide down the dry lips that are the only mildly tempting thing on her disgusting face…. An artist would find beauty in the disfigured lines that are so imperfectly scattered on her head, a lonely man would find a fragile creature that needs protection from the world and a possible mate, a “normal” person would find a monster, me on the other hand I find neither… However unpleasant the sight of her face is I like to believe that every line, every scar has a story to tell… I see pain, suffering. I see the last light in her eyes trying to hold on and in that light I see her desire to live. It doesn't matter now…. In a few moments
The House on Menlough Hill 3 (Adieu)The House on Menlough Hill 3 (Adieu)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
For full impact read part one here:
and part two here:
As life moves on so many things fill up these endless days,
the wheel just keeps on spinning, hoping that it's just a phase.
Rank boredom seems to be the rule not much to do or say,
I'm thinking that I'll visit her, tomorrow or today.
By her I mean that grand old dame who goes by Mrs. M,
the widow who once haunted me, the one set free from blame.
It's been a year, I wonder how she's doing, how she's fared,
as far as I can tell no one has gone there, no one's dared!
Menlough died while tillin' his old farm, or so she said,
one wonders if the truth's been told, or had she lied instead?
The last time I approached that battered house upon the hill,
she spoke to me in shrilly tones that caused my heart to still.
Insanity thus spurs me on, I set out on my trek,
jog down the
Creepypasta - Billy Used to Be My FriendBilly was not a popular kid. He was a bit of an outcast, keeping mostly to himself. More often than not, you would see him sit on the swing set on the school yard, and do nothing but stare blankely into thin air. This sight warded off many of his fellow students. That, and the fact that he looked a lot like one of those creep kids you see in many horror movies.Creepypasta - Billy Used to Be My Friend4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was deterred by this as well, but then I came to the conclusion that he did not do anything particularly wrong. He was a lone wolf, and he looked creepy, but nothing indicated that he was a bad person. So, I put my pretensions aside, and decided to talk to him. It took some time, but after a while he warmed up to me, became a more open person as a result. The others were not easily convinced, but it did not matter much to him. He was just glad to have me as a friend.
So, this friendship was very strong, and that is how it remained throughout elementary school. Then, we were both heading to high school, and a whole new world of
Goodnight (Creepypasta)Imagine this:Goodnight (Creepypasta)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are alone at home. It's late night. You want to go to sleep. You stand up ad turn off the lights and head back to your bed. As you lay down someone closes their arms around you. You feel the breath on the back of your head and hear a voice saying "good night.".
tasking.exeI hate computers. I hate phones. I hate technology.tasking.exe2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hate my life.
It started late at night, February 27th, 2015. I was still pleased with my new laptop. It functioned fairly fast, had one of the best anti-virus software downloaded, came with a whole bunch of cool new gadgets, and was overall just a great thing to utilize. I spent day after day on it, playing games mostly. I had a bunch of accounts to social media sites and so on. It felt like nothing could ever go wrong with it. It was like a genie’s lamp compared to that old, beat-down typewriter known as a school laptop. It was just so SLOW. So of course I was over the moon when I received my sparkling new hardware for my birthday. But now, everything’s changed.
On that February night, I was happily browsing the internet, noticing that it was being a little slower than usual. I shrugged it off as nothing. All laptops do that every now and then
The Walking Dead. Bloody Rain. Apocalypse Is Near“Well, how is your friend, Astrid? Is she fine?” I asked.The Walking Dead. Bloody Rain. Apocalypse Is Near3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Pretty fine, more or less” she said, “she’s not going to stay here for a long time. Her health is improving fast, so she will be leaving this place soon”.
“I’m glad to hear it” I replied, “this hospital is really a good one, service quality is one of the best ones in the city”.
“Yes, and the chief doctor is so damn handsome…” Astrid grinned, “I’d love to have him as my boyfriend”.
“Hush, he’s coming!” I whispered, “be quiet or he will hear you!”
Before Astrid could finish the phrase, the chief doctor appeared from his office. I noticed her blushing heavily but she turned away from him, so he wouldn’t notice it. At that moment we reached the lift, pushing the button. Soon enough it came, the doors opened, and I started talking:
“Hey, you know what? I…”
The Fate of Five Nights at Freddy'sThe Fate of Five Nights at Freddy's3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started in the late 70's. The Freddy Fazbear Diner had first opened its doors. With it came a few familiar characters. Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie Bunny, Chica Chick & Foxy the Pirate. However; they were not the only animatronics because there was actually 3 more. The Marionette, Golden Freddy & Spring Bonnie who would later be known as Springtrap. Everything was going well until the murders. in total, 5 children were killed in the Freddy Fazbear industry. It was thought that a man dress as Freddy guided the children into the "safe room" A room in all Freddy Fazbear industries that would later become blocked off due to financial issues. This room was the only location without a security camera. The Killer was found but the children were not. Later on the years people would start to complain that the animatronics would have mucus or blood coming out of their eyes and mouths and one even said they reeked the smell of a rotting corpse. The Marionette was a different case. It ga
They Just ComeThey Just ComeThey Just Come1 month 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
Micro-Pasta: MeowingMicro-Pasta: Meowing1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around 1 AM. I was sitting on the couch, listening to music and browsing DeviantArt. Not many of my friends on that site were online at the time, and I was already getting kinda sleepy, so I decided to turn in for the night.
I shut down my laptop and headed to the bathroom, to brush my teeth. As I stood there, I could hear the faint sound of a cat meowing. I turned my head and looked at the window next to me. My girlfriend must have forgotten to close it.
I heard the meow again. But, this time, it was a bit louder. It sounded really low. Like when a cat's pissed off, but even lower. I walked up to the window and pulled the blind up. Surely enough, the window was opened. I poked my head out slightly, trying to see this cat. Nothing.
A pulled my head back and reached up and started to pull the window shut. Suddenly, I heard it again. Only,...it sounded like it was right in front of my face.
I felt my blood run cold and I stared into the darkness in front of me. I stoo
SELFISH: A FNAF Fanfiction.system restartSELFISH: A FNAF Fanfiction.3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I was such a whiny little thing when I was a child-- an actual, living, breathing child. I wasn't like the other kids that were in my class. It was apparent how "bratty" they seemed, but they were kids, right? I, on the other hand, considered myself a whiny little brat when
Gublox"Anwen…she can’t be trusted, the professor warned us not to go into the depths of the great forest!" whispered Emma as the she tripped over various vines and stray, fallen branches. The night was cold and utterly dark, the only available light being that of the crescent moon as it darted in and out of the black clouds. An iridescent, white light guided the duo through the damp, odorous woods, weaving in and out between the crooked conifer trees that were smothered with lichens and rare species of fungi. The ground itself was scarcely populated by grass and moss, miniature streams flowing through the undergrowth and filtering out into the drains of the street over a mile away.Gublox2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you think I’m trying to do?" replied the brunette as she stormed off ahead, keeping her head turned in the direction she was walking. "I understand your…worries and woes, but why would we turn back now…of all times? Don’t you just…taste how close we are? We’
The Salem Twins"Marie! Marie!" called Emily, who was walking down the path of their little town called Salem. She spots her older sister coming up the path. Out of the two, Marie was the one who brought the boys knocking on their doorstep, despite how the two were identical. Both had fine skin, auburn hair, the same height and weight. But there was one difference where you could tell them apart. Marie has partial heterochromia in her left eye, her two eyes were dominate brown, but her left eye was half blue. As for Emily, she had central heterochromia, which results her eyes being brown, but with a blue ring in her both of her irises.The Salem Twins3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marie was walking up the path briskly but slowly with a pail of cold water in it from the well that was in the center of town. "Hello sister," greeted Marie, walking up to her sister. "Marie, guess what?" Emily was almost jumping up and down with joy, making Marie chuckle. "Yes?" Emily beamed with joy, "Mama said as soon as you bring the water back we get to milk
De mi mapache a mi novio CAP 5De mi mapache a mi novio CAPÍTULO 5: "Mordecai, mi profe de educación sexual"De mi mapache a mi novio CAP 52 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mordecai me dijo algo sobre "Ser mi profe de Educación sexual" que tengo que aprender, también dice que es necesario la educación sexual para aprender sobre el cuerpo humano, la manera de reproducirse y, creo yo, demostrar de otra manera el amor.
M: Bueno... Creo que sabes lo que es esto... -Me muestra su computadora y yo afirmé con la cabeza- Ok, te mostraré unos videos y creo que con eso entenderás un poco...
---50 MINUTOS DESPUÉS---
R: Mordecai, no entendí... ¿Por qué el hombre tiene que meter esa parte del cuerpo en esa zona de la mujer?
M: E-es que... De esa manera nos creó dio- D-digo, la madre naturaleza -Ahhh, ya iba a decir dios el idiota-
R: ¿No se puede entre el mismo....? Emm... ¿Cómo se dice? Ammm... ¿Sexo? -No me acuerdo bien, creo que esa era la palabra que buscaba-
M: -¿Por qué se so
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 21 month 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
Why Are You Human?139:Why Are You Human?3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I need to chronicle this. I need to write it down. I need to gather my thoughts, and I don't care if He approves, I don't care if the others think me crazy, I need to figure out what happened three days ago, what has been happening since, and most of all I need to find the answer. I need to answer His question. I did not wake up in the same place in which I fell asleep, on that day. Of that I am certain. My room has plain blue walls, so very clean, and a grey carpet, so wonderfully soft, and a bed that is so amazingly comfortable. I miss them. I just miss it all so much. This place, His place, is very different. It is concrete, grey, cold, unloving, unfeeling concrete, stained and rough, always cracked but never breaking. Nothing but four walls, a ceiling, and a floor. And that door. His door.
I'm sorry if I'm not making sense. I will try harder. I must be the best I can be if I am to answer his question. It all started with a dream, a dream of Him. Whe
Era mi hermano...Dicen que contar los sueños que tienes te da más poder, pues los recuerdas y éso permite que puedas tomar el control dentro del sueño; si controlas tus sueños, controlas mejor tu vida. Dicen...:Era mi hermano...3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soñé que iba con mi hermano menor, en algún tiempo remoto, perdidos en la Edad Media. Éramos felices y gozábamos de unos extraños poderes, aunque los míos eran mucho más fuertes, y eso se resentía. Por un agujero negro provocado por un juego de nuestra magia, viajamos por el espacio-tiempo hasta llegar al futuro, lo que sería equivalente al presente con elementos futuristas en cuanto a avances tecnológicos pero no éticos, en una tierra dónde los científicos son una parte muy importante en la sociedad.
Desorientados y debilitados por el viaje en el tiempo, no pudimos evitar ser capturados y metidos cada uno en una especie de incubadora de algún metal extraño. Debíamos estar en una
Fables: The Man in the Wolf PeltThe Man in the Wolf PeltFables: The Man in the Wolf Pelt1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So the Lamb began to follow the Wolf in the Sheep’s Clothing, and in leading the Lamb a little apart, he soon made a meal of her, and for some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals.”
The Hunter’s children, huddled together on the floor as he told them the story, shook with bulging wide eyes. “Not the Lamb!” They exclaimed.
“Yes, the Lamb!” He shouted back in jest. “So beware the Wolf, or he may eat you up too!” The Hunter dropped the weary, leatherbound book to the ground and raised ‘clawed’ hand, snarling at them, “Beware, Beware!”
The children shrieked and started off, running away with fits of screamed giggling. The Hunter chased them into their bed, shut up tight with sheets over their heads. He smiled, and blew out the candles at the nightstand before shutting the door, letting them tiring themselves to sleep.
Creepypasta - The Lonely ClownI live in a small and quiet neighbourhood. Not much happens in this part of town, but now and then you see a few peculiar passers-by, waiting by the bus stop across the street. Ever since I moved in here I have seen a few, but no one left as deep an impression like the lonely clown did.Creepypasta - The Lonely Clown2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Like most passers-by, he stood by the bus stop, waiting for his bus. Even though you knew that his smile was painted on, you could tell that his expression was not that of a regular circus employee. It looked rather… grim.
He would occasionally look in both directions, hoping that the bus would come his way soon. I think he caught a glimpse of me as I looked out my window, but he did not seem to care that much. You could tell that he was just eager to get away from this place.
The bus eventually arrived, and the clown disappeared; my street was empty and peaceful once again.
The clown would not occupy my brain until the next morning, when I read about a circus fire that occurred in the neighbourin
JessicaIn the dark; water dripped in long streams from cracks in the cement tunnel's roof, dribbling with a steady rhythm into the still, rancid water that called the base of the drain its refuge. It was not a long drop, the drain was a perfect cylinder not more than a few feet tall that forced the infected to stoop as its flat feet padded through the rank water, vaguely sniffing through the cold, moist air. It had lived in here for as long as it could recall; its memory was faded and what memories did exist were shambling and undercut with flash images that burned hot inside its damaged hippocampus. Images incomplete were stitched abhorrently into a schizophrenic patchwork; voices and thoughts, faces and words of a time before its sickness, before the turning.Jessica3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mind in shambles and a body to match; broken and alone in the cold, damp darkness.
Through thin, spider web like fractures that lined the ancient concrete, white frosted light solidified into blades in the specks of dust that sat poi
Midnight snackIt was another hot night, the kind that makes one toss and turn about in bed seeking a comfort that was not to be found. That's exactly what Cindy Li's problem was, she squirmed about in bed and pushed the sheets off of herself to cool down. Her black tank top rode up revealing her toned stomach and teal panties. Cindy rolled over twice more before giving up on sleep altogether.Midnight snack4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat up and glanced at the clock. It had been hours since she had finished dinner and would be just as long before breakfast. Surrendering to the heat induced insomnia, she got out of bed and meandered towards the kitchen. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she could eat plus it was something to do. The metallic surrounding hummed low with the living electricity. Cindy went to the portal and opened it.
The city of Tsaomei lay in the darkness. Light was unpredictable here and followed a loose schedule. The people of Tsaomei lived in pointy red houses which usually housed about a hundred. The whole cit
Unholy“P-please! Don’t hurt me anymore! I-I’ll do anything!”Unholy2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mmm…anything?” Gage slowly dragged his double-edged dagger across the cloth in his hands, the blood that painted the silver blade smearing off and onto the rag.
“Y-yes…anything. I swear to you.” The poor soul behind him whimpered, scooting back as far as his rope-bound legs and wrists would let him. There was a light “thuk” as his back hit the wall.
“Hm,” Gage lifted his weapon up to his face, the reflection casting back what he considered to be an ugly face. His face.
“I don’t believe you.” He mused slow and deep. Those dark notes in his voice vibrating around the room. “You’re just scared.”
With a flick of his wrist, the dagger surged out of Gage’s grip and nailed the wooden wall right beside the tortured man’s head.
Shrieking as if he were a dog getting stepped on, the man duc