Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“… 10:49… right now, right now…”
It was a winter morning, in the groggy city of Mesa, Dobson High School had just begun session. The bell rang, as it summoned the students to their morning classes, all the while the wall clock in the bustling hallway ticked away, reading the time of 8:10 AM.
“Everyone, settle down now,” Missus Harris called out, as her class of sophomores lowered their voices, while continuing their conversations during her roll call. Missus Harris called out the students’ name, one at a time, jotting down their attendance. Afterwards, she tucked away the attendance papers in a yellow folder and begun class with another session of mathematics.
The sky outside was a grayish black, another day of rain. A student wearing a brown jacket in class was not paying attention to the lesson so much, as he was drawing a picture of a snowman and a red house behind the white figure. Christmas was just around the corner, and it e
Secret Garden of a Serial KillerThe screen door slammed closed behind me, rattling the entire kitchen. My mother hollered something at me as I walked off into the woods. I didn't respond, I was tired of reporting to her before I made any decision.Secret Garden of a Serial Killer2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I threw my bag over my shoulder, confidence shining like the midday sun. This was going to be exactly like a crime drama, I could feel it in my bones. I was next to obsessed with all things mystery, and I planned on being a chief detective one day.
I borrowed book after book from the public library. I wanted to be the next girl crime solver extraordinaire. Like the Nancy Drew books from when I was in elementary school. Books about daredevil car thieves, geniuses with a nack for getting into trouble, and bank robbers littered my desk and occupied my thoughts at all hours of the day.
Sticking with my crime solver fashion, I set out to find some intriguing mysteries. "Perhaps I'll find a secret locket that belongs to a dead prince, or a toy doll that lead
Angelic DressTokyo-3, the third capital city of Japan after the Second Impact, as well as a fortress-city that houses the NERV headquarters and its operations against the Angels that are attacking the city. Even then, it’s obviously not the safest place in the world, proven especially after Tokyo-3 suffered a city-wide power outage roughly a month ago, followed by yet another Angel attack, named Matarael in a shape of a giant spider-like creature.Angelic Dress3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Speculations state that it was due to an attack from terrorists or perhaps an indirect influence from the Angel itself... However, nobody is certain as of what exactly caused the power to coincidentally go out during Matarael’s attack. Regardless, NERV carried out the cleanup work relatively quickly; repairs are swiftly done, Matarael has been moved to a secure location, and the city is back to its normal routine.
This occurrence has gotten Shinji to wonder to himself, however: what is the Angels’ purpose for attacking them? All of the p
The Bone ThiefThe Bone Thief2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Addison; young, blonde, and ignorant. She was a college student, majoring in business. Her dream was to open a small clothing store somewhere in California. Her dream was small, very idealized, and pretentious, many doubted she would even complete college. Although one would think that her dream would drive her to pay attention in school, she did not; Her former high school life was similar to her current college life; reckless and intoxicating. At day she would waste time flirting with the professors and anyone who caught her eye, and at night she would walk into loud music and bursting colors only to walk out unbalanced and sloppy.
Tonight, Addison made a journey into the city with a new friend Avery. Avery, majoring in art, earlier had heard talk of a new club, and asked Addison to come with her, having no knowledge of Addison's reckless partying behaviors. Addison had agreed, it being just another unconsciou
Bambi's first meal (Vore)Collab with ph0220Bambi's first meal (Vore)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was a special day.
I wasn't just the sunlight glistening off of budding leaves, or the fact the fresh air was laced with the sweet smell of spring and new life, it was the day of a birth. A very special one at that.
All across the forests, creatures big and small ran to congratulate the mother and see the newborn son, Bambi, prince of the forest. Who just now was opening his eyes to a new world, one of colour and rebirth, and scary owls apparently.
The deer recoiled in fear as he stared at the face of friend owl, although that fear quickly dissipated when he realised the strange creature was friendly, just like all the other animals surrounding the perplexed animal. Who honked out a few confused sounds before beginning to stand up, something in the back of his young mind telling that he could do it. It was a little difficult at first but eventually, much to the amusement and then excitement of everyone there, Bambi finally learned to stand on his ow
Mr SnideyMr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.Mr Snidey2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily. He exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes briefly, savouring the calming few moments when his aged muscles began to relax.
His face was deeply wrinkled; marking the many years he had inhabited this Earth. His skin was yellowed with age, much like the pages of a worn book, and was scattered haphazardly with liver spots. His pale eyes radiated kindness;
Creepypasta: A Mask for Ugly ThingsCreepypasta: A Mask for Ugly ThingsCreepypasta: A Mask for Ugly Things2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
You really aren’t looking forward to this visit. Were it not for the fact that you had felt obligated to come seeing as your eccentric host is one of your few friends still living in your old age, you would be staying at home. Drinking tea, listening to the radio, waiting to die, all your usual activities.
As the taxi pulls up to Ervin’s isolated estate, you do think he is lucky in the sense that he inherited such a vast tract of land with such a storied manor. The house must have once been resplendent at the height of its glory, but it is now a mere shadow of its former opulence. Your friend is just as old as you are, after all, and just as poor, so there is only so much he can do to maintain the manor and grounds.
You exit the cab, taking your two suitcases, and a duffel bag full of three changes of clothes, and begin heading for the manor’s front double-doors. You pretend not to hear the cabbie as he reminds you that you forgot t
Karma At Last (Scarecrow)(BTAS)Bruce Wayne had never seen the Scarecrow so terrified than the night he and Robin returned the Rogue back to Arkham. Bolton was waiting, the psychologist positively terrified as the man was taken away, his pleading look haunting Wayne in his nightmares as he was dragged inside, the tall door closing with a bang. After the disastrous hearing Wesker, Harley and Crane were lead back to their cells, the entire Asylum dead silent as Bruce, the Mayor and Commissioner Gordon saw what changes had been forced upon the old building. The cells had electrified bars, some inmates still chained to their beds as they shrunk away from the investigative party in blatant fear. Anything they had once held were gone, like Crane’s bookshelves, Wesker’s workstation, Nigma’s puzzle books and Hatter’s beloved top hat, most having been destroyed or thrown away. The rec-room was empty, the television, games and whatever recreation devices all locked up in a spare broom closest across theKarma At Last (Scarecrow)(BTAS)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't Fall Asleep in the WoodsI'm not entirely sure how to start this, so I suppose I'll introduce myself, and hopefully it will help you understand some of the choices I've made. My name is Eli, I was a second semester medical student at the university of Toronto. You see, my dad was a fire-fighter, and I always respected and admired that, ever since I was really young. The idea of running head-first into danger in order to save other people was absolutely incredible to me, and so I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I know what you're thinking "Every boy wants to be a fire-fighter when he's little, I'm sure you grew out of it" but I didn't. Even well into high school, it was an obsession of mine. I was determined to do it one day, and to work with my dad. I studied all the time, reading up on different emergency medical procedures, and what to do in case of a fire. I even did something like a summer internship at a fire station, a program that allowed teenagers to help around the station, and even go to fires eveDon't Fall Asleep in the Woods1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mary chapter 1.Mary chapter 1.2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She was a good girl... Mary was.... None of the children liked her... Or maybe they did I don't know... But the poor girl always got teased.. The girls hated her. They'd say she was too beautiful for her own good.. A dead beat model they'd call her... It was awful.. What those vile girls did to her... The boys... Oh the boys... They loved her.. Oh they loved her very much... So very, very much... Too beautiful she was..."
It was just another dreadful day at school. Boarding school. Oh how Mary hated it. She didn't know why the girls hated her so much but quite frankly, she hated them just as much. They were always pushing her around, tripping her, calling her names, pulling her hair, destroying mirrors in bathrooms when she tried using them, everything. She was sick of it. 'Gary Mary' they'd call her or 'Mary Larry's as blue as a blueberry' she hated it, she hated all of it! "One day they'll get what's coming to them." She said, as she forced herself out of bed. "Time to get to
Remember - Smile!Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Remember - Smile!1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been noteworthy that someone smiled as they walked into a room, but Thomas was the kind of man whose disposition would make flowers wilt. His lips were always turned down at the corners, his chin was always sticking out a bit further than it should, and his eyes always seemed to be narrowed. His eyebrows would frequently join together at the bridge of his nose, and more than once Serena wondered if he actually had two or if it was one long strip of hair that dipped in the middle. So when he walked into the boardroom that day with a grin on his face, she couldn't help but feel a little off balance.
Her attention was so focused on Thomas that she hadn't really looked around at her other co-workers. It wasn't until they were seated at the table and she was ready to begin
R... E... P... E... N... T...I run as fast as I can down the hallway, dare not looking back to even glance upon the monsters, no, demons, of myself. I'm running as fast as I can, not knowing where I'm going in the pure darkness of the house. I see a door handle and grab it. I twist it and throw it open. I jolt inside and slam the door behind me. I lock it quickly. I stop moving for a couple seconds. Only then can I feel the warm blood seeping down my arms and legs. I look to above and try to speak but my throat is crushed. I see a blank wall beside me. I smear the leaking blood onto my fingers and begin to rub it onto the wall. The demons pound on the door, getting stronger with each ram. I smear more of my blood unto my fingers, despite the immense pain of doing so. I continue to write on the wall with my dark red blood. I finish. I step back to look at the writing in my leaked blood. 'I'... ... 'R'... 'E'... 'P'... 'E'... 'N'... 'T'... I drop to my knees and the red tears stream from my face. The door burst openR... E... P... E... N... T...1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gifts (Creepypasta)I have a swing set in my backyard. My dad bought it for me when I was little. It’s made of metal, and has wooden seats, which he painted red, though the paint has long since worn away, leaving mostly chips and fragments of its former glory… no one has bothered to paint it since, but I still play on it.The Gifts (Creepypasta)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The swing set has always been my thinking place. I used to imagine I was flying, or on a spaceship… now I still imagine, but I listen to music while I rock back and forth, holding the chains that keep my wooden pedestal suspended in the air. I’ve thought about maybe weaving some kind of flowery plant in the chains like in story illustrations… but you know… bees.
The subject of my story is not my swing set, however… it simply is the setting for the beginning of what would soon be a series of… bizarre and disturbing events… only made so that I know their meaning.
My swing set, is just in front of a chain link fence, that our neighbors g
Ariel the ghost- CreepypastaMy dear sister, Ariel, is now a ghost that haunts abusive parents until they learn to love and care for their children properly. How did that happen to her? Well this is how it all began. My parents finally came home after the birth of my new brother, I was excited to see my new brother, but happiness vanished when the mother told me it was a girl that bothered me, but as the years passed I came to love even more. She was different from what I expected it to be. Instead of annoying it was quiet, rather than spoil her was generous but it can sometimes be a bit greedy in general it makes a great little sister. She was not the best, but nobody's perfect, loves both parents but she loves daddy's. He has shown the greatest love for her, even if she did not really like it so that everything was fine until our parents divorced. Ariel only five at the time was. Our parents gave us made a decision about who we want to live with, chose to live with the mother, while Ariel chose to live with DadAriel the ghost- Creepypasta3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
NeckbonesNeckbones5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was a woman named Jenny who moved into a new house with her family. Jenny washed the dishes every day and as she looked out of the window above the kitchen sink one day, she saw another woman, staring at her through a window in the neighboring house. She didn't think much of it at first, since she was new in town, she figured it was just the woman being shy. But every day from then on, Jenny would look out the window the find the woman staring back at her. The woman never moved, never looked away or even blinked, she just stared with an unnerving indifference towards her. So after about a month, Jenny decided to call the police and ask them to check up on the woman. They knocked on the door, no answer. Finally, they enter the house and find that the woman and her entire family had hanged themselves, and to Jenny's horror, the woman had not been staring, but rather hanging in front of the window, her eyes forever watching jenny. They made the proper arrangements and buried th
The islandYour an explore who descoverd an island so you headed out to get to this island that nobody has ever heard of and when you get there you noticed that you are not alone what's on the island?The island1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The abyssThey say that if you stare long enough into the abyss you will find the abyss staring right back at you.The abyss2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that…
But it isn’t true.
See most people find comfort in the belief that there is always a clear bad guy. That it’s simple. That they are good and whatever it is out there in the unknown is a stranger, an enemy ,a total opposite of them.
I have a different theory.. What if at the end of the abyss there is only a mirror. That we are just seeing a twisted reflection of ourselves. The person that is truly who we are not the fake projection that we wear around as a mask that society has inflicted on us so it can tie a chain around us telling us how to live our lives and bounding us to a particular set of rules. I mean haven’t you ever asked yourself ,if this is how my life is supposed to be why am I so unhappy about it?? Why do I hate ,complain ,get miserable ,inflict pain on myself and/or others because of the unhappiness I have if I a
The Thing at the Grave (page 2)The Thing at the GraveThe Thing at the Grave (page 2)6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Certainly, these assumptions induced me to follow up on Priyanka Sena’s grave. I contacted the scholar, who acted as my guide, and we headed over to the cemetery together. We arrived at the gate, which was a tumbling iron structure that had fallen from its hinges so that anyone or anything could enter; and, again, the watchman was missing. We concluded that he was the only watchman on duty.
We trekked along the rows and aisles of old graves, some of which were about fifty years old, and finally found Priyanka Sena’s grave. Again, as on that night, there appeared a faint glow like a lantern over the grave. As we walked closer, the wind suddenly rose and howled hollowly. Through that noise, faintly, we heard the two voices muttering.
“The time has come at last, Madame Sena.”
“Show me the sign.”
At the moment that he was showing her, the scholar gasped loudly and stared at me in fear.
“Sir, he is goin
Owen...? What... The Living Hell.. Just Happen? I remember my friends running towards me, screaming. After that, everything went quiet and black. I Remember getting shot in the chest several times, but by whom? I got to wake up. I NEED to wake up. I Need to find my friends.Owen...?2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up instantly, where am I...? Oh yeah! I was in the middle of my school's main hall, standing in the middle, once again, I heard my friends calling me, yelling at me.. Telling me to get away from someone.. Who were those people?
Owen Raines and Austin.. Forgot his last name, and I honestly don't care, Austin was running towards me, crying, Owen was telling him to get away from me... Why?
I look down, I see several holes in my chest, and blood everywhere. So why am I not dead? Why can't I feel pain? Everything looks so fuzzy, like in a really low quality video, everyth
The Yellow Musk CreeperDarrius always aimed to visit the gravesite of his departed beloved at the start of the midsummer's festivities. Gleeful village folk came together in communion to feast and establish good rapport with passing travelers. The young Darrius, however, would set aside the merriment for a couple hours, collect roses from his sister's flower bed, and make the small trek up the hill to where the dead were forever laid to rest.The Yellow Musk Creeper1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He ignored the jovial banter echoing from the village below and walked the moss-grown stone steps circling up the bony hill leading to the cemetery. He vowed to himself that he wouldn't let the festival deviate himself away from paying his respects, for this evening was the anniversary of his wife's unfortunate passing. He cradled the roses in his arms, taking extra precaution to not damage them in any way, and passed through the creaky gates feeding into the tombstone garden atop the hill.
With his head respectfully low, and his feet keeping to the trail, he solemnly p
Zazzo the Magnificent (Part 1)Zazzo the Magnificent (Part 1)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The Circus is in town."
Peter looked up at his best friend from across the table.
"Yeah, I heard. Everyone in town is talking about it." Peter said miserably, leaning back into the cold vinyl of the diner booth. Marcus lazily drummed his fingers against the table.
"It's hiring, you know. Just a temporary job while they're in town. I was thinking about checking it out." Marcus said optimistically, trying to perk his depressed friend's interest. Peter seemed relatively unimpressed, as usual.
"That sounds great, go for it." was Peter's reply, his tone rather dull.
"Oh come on!" Marcus snapped loudly, alerting the attention of the other restaurant guests. Marcus waved in apology as the diner goers returned to their meals. His voice then dropped to a whisper. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but you have to get over it. Yeah, Emma dumped you, at prom, I know. But she's a bitch, and now you can date whoever you want, so in reality it's a win-win." Marcus said with a smile. Pe
Biting the Big OneThe people look so small from all the way up here. Just little bugs scurrying about. Each one with places to be and people to see. Living their ignorant little lives. Aah, that blissful ignorance is over for me... It had been for a long time.Biting the Big One1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right now, I'm standing on a rooftop, trying to convince myself not to jump... Not to go out like this, not to be some tragic statistic, but I've run out of options and the light at the end of my tunnel has taken its leave of absence. I'm at the end of my rope. The wind is blowing in my face and I think I'm ready but... But I just can't do it... I don't have the guts.
I'm trying to think of reasons why I should jump. I've lost my job, my wife cheated on me and she took my little girl. My family are all gone and I have no friends... What the hell is keeping me here. Why can't I jump. I want to jump... I want it so why can't I do it. It's just one bloody step, so why can't I take it.
"You can't take the step because you're a coward" a voice whispere
No Longer Alone Everything was quiet. Too quiet, some might say. The usual chirp of birds and bugs was silent, and the air still as the spirit walked weightlessly down the forest path. Chasten walked slowly, his water-soaked form dripping as his socks squished disgustingly against the dirt. He wasn’t walking with any particular goal in mind; after all, when you have an eternity to do anything you want, a casual stroll is something that one will often find themselves doing. He’d only been dead for around two months at this point, so it was all still very new to him. The isolation of not talking to anyone in that period of time was also something foreign. Not to say that he was social butterfly in life; far from it, in fact. But this didn’t stop the inability to communicate normally from wearing on his mind. He’d been silent for quite some time, so much so that to speak was tiresome on his throat, as if the vocal cords within were rusty and vegetating.No Longer Alone2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Canto ResidenceThe Canto Residence2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Mr. Douglas,
I’ve gotten word that you are planning on opening the Canto residence as a sort of ‘ghost hunt’ attraction. I’m writing this to you to with the hope that you might reconsider. I was the one who’d made the report, and I’d like you to know everything was very real.
I’d purchased the house from a Susan Canto, who desperately wanted to sell it. I knew there was something off by the price tag alone. It was a big house, three stories if you’d count the basement, four bedrooms, and a spacious backyard with a swing set. Yet it was cheap-- and had been listed for sale for around a year. At the time, though I didn’t care. I’d recently started my own reptile-breeding business, and needed a house big enough to house all of my stock. I contacted Susan, we made arrangements, and eventually we closed on it.
I wasn’t made aware that Susan wasn’t the house’s only occupant.
The house was pretty creepy at nigh