ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a ButlerORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a Butler1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lois was waiting anxiously for his master to arrive home from a party hosted by a business partner of the master. The twenty year old had made the man a batch of the most expensive tea in town to please him and was pouring the cups like he was taught by his father properly as Vladimir Rose came in, cane in hand as the other butlers took off his coat and escorted him to his study.
The old man looked as grumpy as ever, as not one of his wrinkles was worth being called 'laughter lines'. He kept looking at the servants in distaste, since it was evident to see his loathing for such people, but none more so than when he set his cold eyes upon the youngest of his butlers. The disappointment, nothing like his father. Oh there had been much promise and also much failure, a lot of failure.
"What are your standing around for boy?" He snapped as his grip tightened on his cane
“Y-your tea s-sir.” He stutters out, holding out the tray as he bows.
Shelob and Amy: The Victorious Arachnid It was a warm, July day. The sun glowing bright and basking down through the leaves of the trees. But still, Amy shivered. A lot of that probably had something to do with the soaking wet school uniform that was pasted onto the young woman's sensitive skin. But she had to admit that some of it probably came from the uncertainty of what was ahead of her. Not the path through the forest — she knew it'd lead where it always did. This pleasant wooded path would take her through the prettiest parts of the forest, then out into town.Shelob and Amy: The Victorious Arachnid1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
She always liked to come here when she wanted to be alone. No, Amy was uncertain because for the first time in her life, she had no idea what was going to happen to her tomorrow.
For as long as she could remember, she had been attending school — the same classes, day in and day out. Her daily routine seemed like it was hard coded into every fibre of her being. It seemed like she could alwa
[CREEPYPASTA STORY] Elska Ruth [ROUGH DRAFT]It was such a romantic evening alone, wasn't it? When it was just you and I, in my home, together in each others' arms. Ah yes, I still remember when you stroked the locks of my hair in your fingers. Your tender warmth of something so soothing and comforting, so small and fragile in my arms. Like a little angel in my hold, weren't you?[CREEPYPASTA STORY] Elska Ruth [ROUGH DRAFT]1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rain outside, the repeating little sounds of pitter-patters against the window pane and the roof felt musically sound in our ears. The bedroom was dark, still and welcoming us home again, as we just laid in bed, listening to this peace. I knew your eyes were elsewhere, though they would flicker back to mine when I would make a little sound of protest as your fingers stopped petting my hair. My arm was draped over your waist. I remember how small your waist was.
I never stopped staring back at you, though you didn't seem to notice this?
"Elska," your quiet voice spoke up, your little sound of my name stroked against my cheek.
I smiled at you. You alwa
Angel and Demon When Angelica opened her eyes, she was suddenly in a different place. Instead of leaning back on the car seat she was just sitting on, she was now surrounded by a field of flowers as she leaned back against an old, hollow tree. The flowers were all so beautiful, she felt as if she was being absorbed in a sea of colors. The fading sun in the sky gave a splash of orange to the pink, blue and yellow flowers.Angel and Demon1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A gust of wind blew over the field but Angelica didn't shiver. No, the gust felt warm. It brought life to the field. The flowers quivered, almost as if they were waving to her, welcoming her to the new land. This must be heaven, Angelica thought.
The flowers were so much nicer than the sea of flames she had to endure only minutes before when her family car had crashed. The flames had engulfed her slowly and painfully. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any
Asylum of Broken Souls - [??? x Insane?Reader]Asylum of Broken Souls - [??? x Insane?Reader]1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Asylum of Broken Souls
The everlasting bleakness of this ungodly place ails you. It greets you, again and again. Once more, when you slowly open your eyes. A thin ray of sunshine pours into your room, or rather cell, from a small gap between the blocks of the wall behind you. It’s taunting, yet soothing at the same time. It evokes something haunting deep within you…yes, the thirst for freedom. You wish to tread upon the lands of the outside world. You want to see trees around you, hear the birds in the sky.
But alas, you cannot. For before you, stands a door – one that can never be open. Not by you, at least. The sensation grows stronger, and you are well-aware that you reside in an environment completely opposite of your dreams and wishes. You walk on solid stone. You see nothing but walls and a door. You hear only the screaming and wailing of other, though perhaps more ill-fated sou
The Message Don't leave, please, you have to read this. It's important and will save your life. You just have to trust me.The Message1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only I can save you, I am your last resort. What I am doing isn't a very easy thing to do. This is the only way I could warn you though, so bear with me.
Never have I tried so hard to save a life before. But you're important. You're going to do great things one day, I can't tell you what, but just know the world needs you alive.
Tonight, they are coming for you, I can't tell you who they are either. I can't tell you very much, honestly. I'm not supposed to be doing this either, but I'm trying my best. I can't be straight forward, so think of this as a code to decipher.
Getting tired... This is really hard work for a time traveler. You'd think technology would be advanced enough to where I could visit you in solid form, but it's not. So I've found something you pay more attention to than a person at your
Simba and company (rewritten)Simba and company (rewritten)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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On the docks of new York city there was a special houseboat docked on the pier, home to several dogs and one cat. Oliver was the latter's name, little more than a year old at this point and already well known in the city as the one who defeated Fagin and his ferocious dogs. He had little to fear as he slept inside the houseboat, or so he thought...
The small feline twitched in his sleep as a most unpleasant dream surfaced in his unconscious mind, one of gnashing teeth and strange furred hands reaching out to grab him, jerking awake in fright just before they pulled him apart. "What a strange dream" he tho
SOS - The HallwayThe hallway was empty.SOS - The Hallway1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
KyungTae pulled his head back inside with a heavy sigh. Night after night, itching at the walls, he could hear it. Something in the hallway. It wanted to come in. More eager each night. He could feel the eyes through the walls. Watching. It ticked. Waiting. His insomnia had melted into paranoia.
In the light, it wasn’t there. No one believed him. Overworked, they said. Too tired, too hungry, too stressed. He’d make them check; always different people, they had to see. It had to be there.
He pleaded, yelled, fought but eventually gave up. Everyone was sick of his story.
He quickly made his way across the dorm to his room and shut the door quietly. The building was safe. It was in his head. There was nothing there. He sat gingerly on his bed, pulling his legs free of the void that reached out from under it.
The building was safe. Scratching. It was in his head. Itching. There was nothing there. Ticking. The tears rolled down his cheeks.
Dennis the DentistDennis the Dentist3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello, my name is Dennis. I wanted to share my beautiful story with you all; I take pride in my work and thrive to ensure you get what you…need. Let me start from the beginning.
Ever since I was I child, I had a fascination with Teeth. Whether they were small, big, dirty, clean, it didn’t matter; I enjoyed the sight of them, even the touch! The Smooth, yet bumpy surface of each tooth. I often kept my own teeth, instead of giving them to the ‘tooth fairy’. As I became older, my love for teeth grew and grew. I already knew I wanted to be a Dentist, that I wanted my patients to have the healthiest smiles.
I met my wife at a shopping center one cold afternoon, she was working at one of the kiosk; she had the most enchanting smile I had ever laid eyes on. I must have frightened her at the time; I had a wide, creepy smile on my face, that I’m sure scared her. Or, perhaps it was what I said, a muttered something corny about her teeth. I l
fake estateThe walls are composed of eloquent design, from their glamorous crown molding to the wallpaper, it is truly a beauty to behold.fake estate1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The walls are composed of glamorous design, from their eloquent crown molding to the wallpaper, it is truly a beauty to behold.
The walls are composed of a beauty to behold, from the glamorous crown molding to the eloquent wallpaper
The walls are eloquent
The crown molding is glamorous
The wallpaper is fantastic
The house doesn't just contain you
The Earless ManThe Earless ManThe Earless Man1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don’t know what to really call this memory. I don’t know if this was a dream, or something that really happened to me, but I remember it vividly. I recall being four or five when I saw this. I remember my parents taking me to a small movie theatre, and sitting a little to the left in one of the seats. Three to four other people sat in front of us in different spots. I remember the place being pitch black, except for the huge rectangle screen in front of me. On the screen it was playing a movie.
I remember watching the scene take place in a long, dark hallway in a hotel. On each side were six or seven closed doors. At the end of the hallway was a window, where a storm was happening outside late at night. Lightning would crack outside, lighting up the hallway for a split second, followed by thunder.
At the opposite end of the hallway was a man. The man I remember looked to be in his late forties and was a little overweight. He stood on an upside-down gray, s
Slender, a song parody of Monster by Meg DiaSung by/from Jeff/Jeff's perspective to the tune of Monster by Meg & Dia:;Slender, a song parody of Monster by Meg Dia3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their constant mutters,
"New kid, loser,”
Upsetting to the core.
I battered my fists and felt something,
Actually liked what it's like to hurt and break something.
How should I feel?
Creepypasta lie here,
Peering through your windows.
That evening they chased him,
Bruised and broke him,
He struggled upstairs,
Then he lost it,
Burning flesh and then pure darkness,
He slowly listened to the voices in his mind,
How should I feel?
Creepypasta lie here,
Hiding in your houses,
Hear the voices,
Of the helpless victims,
I am Jeffrey's regrets~
How should I feel?
Burnt my eyelids out,
Murder family with kitchen knives,
There's the echoes,
Full of frightened cries,
Wanna make them dream,
Go to sleep and safely tucked away, yeah!~
Two Crossed PencilsTwo Crossed PencilsTwo Crossed Pencils2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me have 912 straight and boxed. 7184 straight and boxed. Let me have...
Balding, brown haired and brown eyed, Peter Cullen fumed as the old lady continued to spew out more Win 4 and NY Numbers. It seemed to him that she had more numbers in her gray haired head than a mathbook. He clutched his bet slips tightly in his fat sweaty hands. The tiny bodega was crowded, teens hustled in to buy junk food while older folks stood in line patiently behind the lotto machine.
"Teens, I just don't know what goes through their minds now. I was never that weird when I was a teen," the old guy in the blue jacket behind Peter mumbled.
Peter took another angry glance at the woman ahead of him, she still had more numbers. He was not sure he wanted to talk to the guy, but he was getting bored.
"What's so crazy about teens now?" Peter asked.
The old guy looked at Peter. "Have you heard of the charliecharlie game?"
"I saw this on Youtube, a bunch of teens made a diamon
Elliot FellElliot fellElliot Fell1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elliot broke his arm
Elliot blamed john
john's mom killed him
Elliot was happy
Creepypasta: An Unwelcome Trip - Part One They may tell me that now that I’ve gone through the Change, I’m forever stuck being nineteen. But no matter how much they tell me that, I’ll never agree. I might still have the body of a nineteen year old, but with each year that passes, I’ll still identify with my true age. I’m 20 now, and while one year won’t make much of a difference in my stage of development, it is pleasant nonetheless to feel younger than I am. It makes me feel like I’m still me. That I’m still normal. I guess you can call it one of my small ways of rebelling against what I’ve become. Or, as The Sender would put it, what I am “becoming”. I know it’s not something really big to be proud of, but after everything that I’ve gone through, I’ve learned that even the small things count in the end.Creepypasta: An Unwelcome Trip - Part One3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself, I am J.T.
Yes, a simple name
Amanda And The Snake (Vore)Amanda was walking alone in the woods at night. All of the friends that she was with had left her behind. Now she was stuck in the darkness with nobody to talk to. She wandered, searching for way out of this forest maze, but had no luck. She was lost in the dark, only hearing the sounds of the animals that lived in the woods. Then, she hard something hiss.Amanda And The Snake (Vore)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the little "light" that she had, there was a snake on the ground. Amanda started to back away slowly to get away from the snake. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going and she tripped. That was when the snake slowly made its way up to her and opened its mouth. The snake continued to move, shoving the girl inside.
The snake started to swallow her legs as the girl was crying for her life. The snake ignored her cries and kept going until she was fully inside. That night was full of Amanda crying.
Alex Rite Part 1 Alex RiteAlex Rite Part 13 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex Rite, clicked the X in the corner of the Creepypasta page before shaking his head. “A writer sucked into the world of Creepypasta? Pfft…please.” He leaned back in his chair still shaking his head in disbelief at the complexity of this long series he just finished.
Alex was a towering 17 year old, soon to be 18 in a few days, at 5’9, had short flat dark hair, brown intelligent eyes and most importantly he was a realist. He didn’t believe for a second about this nonsense of Seven Days Creepypasta. How some kid like himself, was a writer and somehow ended up becoming a character within one. This whole thing he read was the kid’s testimony of how he came to be. The warning at the beginning of it really got him immersed. He smiled as he recalled the first sentence, “For those who are reading this, don’t.” He chuckled.
::OTW:: Tournament Round 2 Sangeen had been thoroughly trashed in the last battle, desperately hoping to make a comeback in the second round. The constant insults from Helmy had been driving her batshit all week and if she needed to rip out someone's heart to prove she was worth something then she would most certainly do so.::OTW:: Tournament Round 21 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only good thing to come out of losing to Ruby was that the dragon had avoided her. When they were seated in the same section in the arenas, if they even made eye contact she would have to find another seating space. And so at least one person in this cursed school took her seriously. If that was it so be it but it was certainly going to be nice to get to take out her frustrations soon.
Standing in the arena, the cool dust beneath her bloody feet, Sangeen had decided that wearing her cloak would be unnecessary once again. She stared her opponent down, the half vampire that had been brought down in the previous round by Casper. An involuntary shudd
The Unlisted Goetic DemonI'm sure some of you have heard of the legend of how Solomon built his temple by being able to control demons (or Djinns if you're Muslim)The Unlisted Goetic Demon1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
with a magic ring given to him by one of the angels, and how he wrote two grimoires on how to control such spirits.
One of them is Paimon who appears as a crowned man riding on a camel who teaches Art and Science and secrets to the summoner,
Astaroth who appears as an angelic man riding on a Dragon-like beast holding a serpentine on his right hand and
tells the summoner the past, present, and future of all things and also teaches the summoner Liberal Science,
or Naberius who is supposedly Cerberus since one of his forms is that of a three headed hound and his other form is that of a black crane
who is knowledgeable in all Arts and Sciences, but mostly in Rhetoric.
However, one remained unlisted. One who scared King Solomon so much that he vowed never to mention him in his books, and it helped start his descent into madness
It all began in Jerusalem
Mad Father: Dolls - Chapter 2Mad Father: Dolls - Chapter 23 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
After Heather opened her bedroom door, she saw that everything was still normal. As she headed west towards the Entrance Hall, she heard strange voices.
"Huh? Are those voices?" she asked herself.
The candles in the chandeliers went out; only the moonlight and the streetlamps lit-up the mansion. She then saw two reanimated corpses, and two possessed dolls brandishing scalpels approaching her. This caused her to fall backwards.
"N... No, don't!" she said as she crawled backwards to get away from them. They moved closer. "St... Stay back!" They kept moving towards her. She gave them a very angry look, bared her teeth, and growled, "I said stay back!" This definitely caused them to stop their approach.
"This way!" she heard a young, male voice say from the far end of the East Hall.
"Come this way, Heather!"
She got up and ran as fast as she could towards the voice.
2F: East Hall (to Attic)
As she reached the far end of the East Hall and turned left to go down a hall that led
Monsters in the Night Part 3Monsters in the Night Part 33 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monsters in the Night
The cold night air nipped at my skin giving me goose bumps. Wind howled in the distance like a forgotten soul. Not a cloud could be seen that night. Peering up at the sky, I lay on the pavement in a dark alley. A full moon glowed brightly overhead. The stars were so numerous they lit up the entire sky, looking like little fireflies trapped in a single moment of time, unable to move for eternity. Starlight reflected off the brick walls, making the grotesque graffiti almost beautiful. A dumpster sat next to one of the side walls; thankfully it had been taken out the previous day so its stench left only minimum residue in the atmosphere.
A whiff of summer air drifted up my nose, sending a tingle down my back. I loved the scent of summer. It smelled of smoldering campfires, which had only a few blocks of charred wood pieces left crackling. Someone was always barbequing this season or watering their already hopeles
Timeless NeverlandMy name is Peter Pan.Timeless Neverland1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Neverland, I am the king! Every day is perfect in Neverland, believe me!
Whether it's playing with mermaids, running with the Indians, hunting wild beasts, or battling the wicked, greedy pirates, there's something for everyone in Neverland, I guarantee! Day after day, there are amazing and wonderful things to do! And the best part? You never grow up! The people of the real world are stupid and cruel! They lie, cheat, swindle and fight without a second thought, and it's because they all became greedy, ugly adults! Here in Neverland, there's none of that. You can stay a child for eternity and never worry about horrible grown-ups, especially the kind who forget all about you when they're gone! The boring world outside doesn't matter when you're in Neverland!
All you need is a happy thought and some pixie dust. My friend Tinker Bell can help with that!
The Lost Boys are fun too! They all wear animal skins and live under tree stumps! Some of them get too big
A creepypasta about LOLskeletonsOkay this is a 100% true story. Please listen to me!A creepypasta about LOLskeletons11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was this jealous pissbaby called Lolskeletons, who deleted all the good pastas off of the creepypasta wiki, it was super spooky. The end. Omg guys. I am so spooked.
The Carver's Hobby After an annoyingly long day I entered my house and switched on the lights. Because I had already eaten out, I wasn’t all that hungry. Then I walked upstairs to head into the bathroom. Getting in the shower begins my routine for bed; my nightly prep usually took some time. As the water from the showerhead rained down on me, I could hear noise coming from outside, wind, but there was something rather unsettling about it this evening. As I was stepping out of the shower, I had noticed a shadow pass by from beneath the door. My heart immediately sunk before I ran to open the door and quickly checked on either side, but there was nothing. I reluctantly closed the door again and finished up in the bathroom. I went to my bedroom where I finished prepping by rubbing lotion and then I switched out my towel with flannel bottoms and a large gray shirt. After putting on something comfortable, I spend a good amount of time nervously rummaging around my own room. No pThe Carver's Hobby2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This