Buried AliveWhere am I? All that is visible is the downward grains of the wood in my coffin. I will surely suffocate if I don't do something quickly.Buried Alive5 hours ago in Short Stories
I scratched at the lid of this infernal box. My fingers, they bleed. Nails, painfully worn down, torn, broken from my fingers. My fingers are raw, I'm getting blood all over my self. They will gangrene soon, I hope I die before then.
I know not of how I am still alive. It has been hours. Or maybe just minutes. My fingers, still red and sore. I just noticed the bone protruding from my left index finger. What have I to do but scream and thrash.
Pus, oozing from my green fingers. This flesh eating infection will kill me before I starve or dehydrate. It has been weeks of me laying here. I managed to retrieve my pocket watch from my pants. I should be dead, I hope I will be soon.
Defecating has caused another infection. I have had nothing to eat since my premature burial. I will pray for hours, wishing for the release of death. The first maggot has made i
Hello #9.2 Hi it's me again. I would like to thank everyone we have reached over 666 pageviews that's amazing. Also, I got over 80 in one day alone. I want to ask you all something can you my loyal veiwers talk to me more. I'm trying to end something but i need your help to end it. What I'm asking is can you talk to me I don't care how through notes or the comments. I know most of you are going to think oh he's looking for attention but I really do need all of your help. I need to end this and i know you all may be able to help me. So please just contact me. Thanks for looking at my stories and pixels it makes me feel great. I really need this so please help me. It's pathetic I know but I need your help. Have an awesome day.Hello #9.211 hours ago in Short Stories
The Darknened Hour: A Creepypastaokay guys this is scary and i worry about my safety especially if i tell someone about this so let me just tell the entire internet all about itThe Darknened Hour: A Creepypasta15 hours ago in Short Stories
so basically it starts like this. im walking home one night and i encounter a scary man
but this just wasn't some ORDINARY SCARY MAN
NONONONO this was SCARY SCARY SCARY MAN!!!~
listen he had BLOODY EYES and he was REALLY TALL and also he was SMILING
LIKE A LOT
so i go up to scary man because why not only suddeenly dsicover everyone eles on road is SUDDENLY MISSING
i think "oh wow that's new and different" but think nothing of it at the time... BIG MISTAKE.
suddenly the watch beeps. I look down... it's 7:06 PM. THE DARKENED HOUR.
this is when I know something's wrong. you see, it is bad luck to encounter a scary man on the darkened hour. especially when no one else is around.
so I go home ot play video games. only I realize something because once i PU tthe disk inside the snes its the textures of the ocarina of time are all MADE OF FLESH AND BL
It's Quiet - draft It’s quiet now. It never used to be, y’know? Now all I can hear is the sound of my own voice echoing in this padded cell, and in my head. Some would say it’s... Maddening.It's Quiet - draft16 hours ago in Short Stories
“Maddening? You’re already mad.”
Yes, maddening. But I'm perfectly sane, I can assure you. Though, being in here would affect one’s mental state. However; I don’t get why you doubt me so much Doctor. But why would anything I say matter? I’m stuck here in this cell, a padded cell, no less.
“You’re here because you killed your family and because the court deemed you too insane for trial.”
I did not kill my family! I didn't. Why must you insist that I did, doctor? Is it your personal mission to do so?
“I'm just doing my job. The authorities found evidence that you did and the c
ExerptThis is an excerpt from from Dr. David Courts and an Unknown VoiceExerpt17 hours ago in Short Stories
Dr. Courts: It took you long enough.
Unknown Voice: Interesting. Most people go insane when they know I'm coming for them. But you seem calm.
Dr. Courts: Well there's no use denying or fighting the inevitable. I mean we technically created you, and we have been killed by you one by one. So what's the point in running? Especially if you already plan to kill us from the very beginning.
Unknown Voice: Hey I'm only doing what I feel is necessary.
Dr. Courts: Hey I get that! We must do what is necessary.
Unknown Voice: Ah yes. Plus I get to kill till my hearts content, without my original creators getting in the way.
Dr. Courts: Say. May I ask you something?
Unknown Voice: Well you're gonna die anyways, so I don't see why not. What is your question?
Dr. Courts: Why did you wait till you decided to kill me last?
Unknown Voice: Ah that! I like the thrill of the chase! Something you never really provided.
Dr. Courts: Ha! I like
ParanoiaThe ambient silence of the house is what welcomes me when my eyes snap open. Curled up in my tangled blanket I wake up as my sleep clouded confusion tries to dull my waking senses. I allow myself to adjust to the darkness before I let my eyes trail over to where my clock rests atop desk that's crammed up against the end of my bed. Blaring red numbers reading '4:00 am' stand out proudly against the inky darkness that shrouds my room. It's early, way too early for my liking. Why did I wake up so early? I frown slightly at the notion that my body decided to wake itself up for seemingly no apparent reason other than to spite myself for deciding to stay up late.Paranoia18 hours ago in Short Stories
I frown only for a moment though before I turn on my side and let my eyes drift shut to reclaim the sleep I've lost. Yet with my eyes now closed again I cannot help but notice that something feels....different. It's a feeling that had been insinuating it's way quietly and unnoticed through my mind the moment I had opened my eyes. It
When Hell Was Covered UpWhen Hell Was Covered UpWhen Hell Was Covered Up19 hours ago in Short Stories
Wallace woke up hours later. He felt groggy and confused. He pushed himself up from his grassy surroundings staggering to get up and walk around. He began to walk around, when he noticed it. None of the trees looked familiar to him! Now this might sound like a weird thing to notice, but one's mind can instinctively sense, if there's something off about one's surroundings. It is linked to the Uncanny Valley. He then passed some rocks, and a small river, of which he had to cross. He had to continue on his way, of which he wanted to find out where he was exactly. This looked foreign to him.
He continued to walk on his way, when he bumped into something... He looked around, to find nothing there, but whenever he would feel around there would be something there. Just stopping him from moving forwards.
"What the hell?," he asked himself as he sighed out loud.
Suddenly he saw something form in midair. It looked to be a smudge??!!! What in the world was going on?!
Day 42I can't feel it anymore. They took my face, many name, everything. Even my fingers. My toes and my feet... I can't live like this. Shh... I hear them. They say they mean no harm. Ha! They can't brainwash me with their bullshit. Even if I give up everything, they won't have me beat. I'll do whatever it takes, and if that happens to be my flesh, so be it.Day 421 day ago in Short Stories
Why did I do it? Retaliation, that's why. The bastards may murder every friends I'll ever make here, stuch in this Hell... They're gone. So now they're just going to leave me here? To die alone? That's what they always do. They did it yesterday, and they'll do it today too. I'm tired of dying. Dying and dying, it's all they ever talk about. If only they were in my position, maybe they might actually die. I hope they do. I'd like to be out there where they are.
No, it's all lies. It's all lies, anyways. Try and tell me it's my fault. I'll get you. I'll get out of here, and I will tear you apart, joint by joint, untill you're beggi
My Creepypasta OcName: Eric 'The Stalker' Jones.My Creepypasta Oc1 day ago in Short Stories
Age(Last Recorded): 13
Description: When he was last seen, as Eric Jones, he was 5'5 with short cropped blonde hair, a green sweatshirt, jeans, and Tennis Shoes.
Reports in Pine Falls, Oregon have said that there were sightings of a teenage boy with a green sweatshirt and ripped up jeans, having ripped up claw marks in them, and pale skin. His height seems to be shorter then the normal Teenager, with deep black eyes with two red dots, and seemed to have the tattoo '666' cut into his neck.
Bio: Eric Jones, Sydney Jones, and their single father, Frederick Jones moved from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Pine Falls Oregon in a large house with 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a basement, and a attic. Eric went into the Attic, to discover a Mirror with the Devil Numbers (666) Carved into it. He soon began to be visited by 'voices', voices that told him he had to multiple things. Eric became distant from his family, and at school he w
The Liu ProblemFor those of you who don't know, Homicidal Liu or Liu is a continuation of the Jeff the Killer story where Liu, the killers brother, survives the attack. The issue is that we know so little about him that stories could range from him seeking revenge, wanting to help his brother, being a ghost, killing independently, working with ZALGO, or even not killing at all and just 'watching the house'. We don't even know which is older. There are currently two popular Liu designs, a blonde with short spiky hair or a brunette with green eyes and longish hair. (There are others but these are the most popular)The Liu Problem1 day ago in Short Stories
The main issue for me stems from the fact that I started out drawing brunette liu and now also like the blonde Liu due to one of my favorite artists.
My vertion of Liu is actually very wierd in Creepypasta terms and isn't even a killer. The explanation is sort of wierd as well but it works.
If anything I just wanted to ask which vertion you like more.
I'm lazy and ti
Hide and Seek (HaS)A small girl by the name of Absconde Quaerere wandered the streets. She found the house she needed. Her appearance is short and petite. She looks no more than eight years old with pale as paper flesh and pure white hair. She wears a black hair band and a bloody crimson short sleeve turtleneck. Over that she wears a cliché schoolgirl anime collar in the same bloody colour and coal black. She wears a dark maroon skirt that reaches her knees and goes over her dark tights. Absconde wears dark shiny buckle up shoes that make small tapping noises as she approaches the house, going to the front window. Her glowing cherry eyes look into the house. Her eyes latch on to the man who owns this house and she starts to sing, high pitched and merry.Hide and Seek (HaS)1 day ago in Short Stories
“Ding Dong! I know you can hear me~ Open up the door! I only want to play a little. Ding Dong! You can’t keep me waiting! It’s already too late, for you to try and run away~” She smiles as she sings and the man is frozen in fe
DriveDrive 2 days ago in Short Stories
Don’t. Turn. Around.
You may think you want to go back, but that’s just you getting in the way of yourself. Don’t worry friend, I’m here beside you. I’ll drown out that little voice with my own rational conclusions. You don’t need anything back there. We have all we could possibly want in this here car. Food, water, and just enough sleeping arrangements to make you comfortable. When the army of stars is about to leave because the sun is reappearing, when your eyes are bloodshot with regret.
Then and only then will I allow you respite. You can lie in the passenger seat while I continue our journey. Don’t worry, I’ll keep one eye on you and the other two on the road. There will be nothing to worry about. Surely you aren’t whining about your petty modern conveniences, now are you? I told you that you didn’t need a phone. As we both know, the world is controlled by The
Perfect Meal - Yandere!Sanji x ReaderIf there’s one thing you were certain of, that was you had a great dislike for the blond haired chef of the Straw Hats. You had joined the crew about six months ago and already you found thoughts of regret creeping up in your mind. “[Your Name]” Nami said as she snapped her fingers in front of you.Perfect Meal - Yandere!Sanji x Reader2 days ago in Short Stories
“Hm” you hummed as you looked at the orange haired woman. Her hands were on her hips as she raised an eyebrow.
“You spaced out again, come on, dinner’s ready” she said, motioning with her head for you to follow as she turned on her heels and started to walk towards the kitchen. You stood up and quickly followed after, though you didn’t like the blond, you had to admit that he was an amazing chef. Dinner that night was normal; Sanji swooned over the women, straying closer to you more than Robin and Nami. But, something different happened. You and the ships shipwright talked, you had recently taken a liking to the thought of building
I TriedWe walked down the street we would usually walk on. We didn't know what was about to-no....I didn't know what would happen! We walked until down the street, until he grabbed my arm. I didn't understand, I didn't know what was going on. I WAS SO CONFUSED!I Tried2 days ago in Short Stories
Then i saw it.....i wanted to run, but he wouldn't let me, he said in a quiet voice "Don't move, don't talk, don't blink...." I instantly obeyed, since i couldn't understand....The creature looked around, almost looking for something. He threw a stick the other way, the creature ran towards it.
"RUN!" Was all i heard from him, before i ran towards the garden......before it all went black.
Monthly Horror 2: The HuntI once had a very fulfilling and enjoyable life. I was a man who was trustworthy and recognized as a willing and helpful soul. I was a man of respect and loving admiration. But now...ever since I met HIM...that MONSTER...I am a shadow of my old self. He thinks that he's safe, but he's never safe. I know who he is, I know WHAT he is, I know who his friends and loved ones are, and I know where they live...Monthly Horror 2: The Hunt2 days ago in Short Stories
Many a night, I sit in my tiny bedroom, late into the twilight hours, staring at the wall. I have all my information on there. I don't worry about people seeing it. I have no friends to come over to visit, no significant others to pay a "booty" call as it were, I have only myself and I prefer it that way. I could store it on the computer, but I could lose it all thanks to a virus or a faulty technical problem. I am one of old fashioned ways and I prefer it that way...
I look at the pictures and the information I've gathered and I wait. I wait for the right time to strike.
The Queen of Shadow (Creepypasta)The Queen of ShadowThe Queen of Shadow (Creepypasta)2 days ago in Short Stories
Trovato un morto suicida:
L’uomo era già stato ricoverato all’ospedale, in un altro tentativo di suicidio.
E’ stata anche rinvenuta la lettera di addio. Scritta con dell’inchiostro nero:
“Mi ricordo quando avevo 14 anni… Ero sdraiato sul letto. Era estate. Faceva caldissimo e sudavo molto. Mi alzai dal letto e spalancai la finestra. Stanco, mi ributtai nel letto. Mi addormentai di lì a poco, ma una sensazione orribile mi costrinse ad alzarmi di nuovo. Mi veniva da vomitare. Mi sedetti sul letto, tenendomi la bocca con le mani. La sensazione passò in fretta, ma appena passò un caldo temendo mi invase. Guardai verso la finestra. Lì, illuminate dalla luce della luna, c’erano due figure che mi guardavano. Una era la figura di una ragazza. I suoi occhi erano rossi, il suo vestito nero. Mi guardava fisso negli occhi. Al suo fianco, invece, c’era un ragazzo. Era mostroso: Gli occhi non av
A Child's NightmareDoes everyone remember when you went to Chuck E. Cheese’s as a kid? If not, consider yourself lucky. The terrible pizza, the animatronics that seemed to stare at you, the tunnels that more often than not smelled like urine…The list goes on when it comes to reasons not to go there. I remember having my birthday party there when I was turning seven. I’ll never forget, because we were just about to move away from Wickliffe. The never ending birthday I called it, as people were still giving me gifts months after my birthday had come and gone. As for the party, you probably know the type. Your mother invited your whole class, as this was before everyone was divided into social factions and pretty much everyone got along with one another, with an occasional dispute of course. Well, it was your typical birthday with pizza, cake, tokens aplenty. One thing that I did made this time different though. My mom went to get moreA Child's Nightmare2 days ago in Short Stories
Dishonorable Mansion 2Dishonorable Mansion 2-The House at the End of the Lane*Dishonorable Mansion 22 days ago in Short Stories
Case 1. Preiti Manikchanda and Her Mother
Neither tourists nor residents of Vancouver may be really aware; but, some of the older backstreets of the suburban area of the city, which long have been a neighborhood for Indian Origin immigrants, virtually conceal strange stories from public notice; and every house has a story1. These people are very staunchly “traditional” [possibly a better synonym for backward] and the wealthier immigrants contract building firms to build mansions like those they would have constructed in India. That brings us to our main point. At the farthest point of one backstreet, or lane, of the area, virtually unknown to most residents, there was a smaller community of mixed small dwellings and mansions such as the above-mentioned. One of these mansions has a story involving two of the families residing in the smaller houses.
This mansion was contract
Creepypasta - Be Me>be meCreepypasta - Be Me2 days ago in Short Stories
>stay up til 2am doing art trades
>decide im hungry and head to the kitchen to grab some apple jacks
>get into short conversation with half-awake brother on my way back to room
>walk into room to find fucking blood everywhere
>freak my shit
>notice little boy sitting on my bed laughing at me
>turn to call dad
>hear boy getting off my bed and walking towards me
>yank on doorknob harder
>scream til my voice cracks
>live in bloody room for a while
>make friends with creepy boy and live under my bed for a while
>write short story on broken computer
>send send send
>crawl back under my bed
>Move into creepy ass house w/ mother and stepdad
>Live in creepy ass room with old ass laptop
>Turn on old ass laptop
>Read the story posted above
>Nope the fuck out and beg parents to move back to apartment
>Parents say no
>Come back into room and slam door
>Realize there's fucking blood everywh
LateLate again. The word pulsed constantly, with sickening insistence on Paul Harpen's mind.Late2 days ago in Short Stories
Getting late to a friend's house? Usual, of course! they could understand perfectly the situation, but this wasn't a normal meeting, or a casual date. His boss, Elmer North, had called him, very altered about a thing he oversaw at the end of the week. He entered the office, slipping as he tried unsucsessfuly tried to rush to his boss´ room trought the corridor. What irritated him the most was that the lights were off, and there were so much water on all the ground.
He tought that maybe it was a bad time, but he shaked the idea off, fearing the anger of his more than comming at an innapropiate hour. He tripped with a solid, huge thing. After getting up, mad of anger and screaming...expressions I dare not to reproduce here, He took out his cellphone, having remembered just a moment ago it was emmiting the message receiving fanfare. Paul, touching his head, taking out some sweat from the fo
Jennifer's on the menu.."i really hate this job" Jennifer said to herself while she got ready for work. she ran her fingers through her blonde and black hair for a few moments then she readjusted her white tank-top and her blue jeans. "i mean, im glad i can where whatever i want but i hate working there. the customers are so rude" she added. she threw on a pair of black ankle socks a few seconds later then she slipped on her sneakers, she tightened the laces then she headed downstairs. she grabbed her car keys then she headed out to her car, she started up the engine a few moments later.Jennifer's on the menu..2 days ago in Short Stories
she took her time driving, knowing that work was going to suck. "i never thought restaurant work would be so aggravating" she said to herself while she kept her eyes on the road. she arrived thirty minutes later, she sighed while she stepped out of her car. her blue eyes glistened in the sunlight while she walked towards the entrance. she stepped inside and got right to work, she grabbed her notepad and her pen then she start
Cuento de madrugada.Había una vieja figura de porcelana que contenía un viejo mecanismo musical. La figura se rompió y el mecanismo se guardó. El mecanismo estaba dañado y perdía fuerza. Apenas sonaba unos segundos antes de enmudecerse y lo hacía con lentitud. La melodía, otrora dulce y alegre, ahora tañía con lánguida nostalgia, como si añorara apesadumbrado otra época de felicidad olvidada.Cuento de madrugada.3 days ago in Short Stories
Aquel pequeño mecanismo estropeado llevaba mucho tiempo guardado en un armario, entre libros de olvidada ciencia y colgantes extraños. Hacía días que no pronunciaba una nota, desde la última vez que le habían dado cuerda; y tal como era costumbre, enmudeció al poco. Y si tal vez no había enmudecido, era probable que la gruesa puerta de madera ahogara las tristes y delicadas notas lagrimadas.
Fuera cual fuera el caso, la puerta del armario llevaba ya un tercio del día cerrada; y su dueño atendía a ot
Halloween Horror Roleplay? (+13-18)Halloween Horror Roleplay? (+13-18)3 days ago in Short Stories
Just was wondering if anyone wanted to do a Halloween Horror based roleplay. I would use my monster Viktor: (Note: Viktor doesn't have to be a Mobian!) He could chase down your characters, try to kill them, or do things akin to normal supernatural horror based stories.
1.Viktor is the monsters.
2.It can be +13 (only some violence), or +18 (the fun stuff with gore, death, and dismemberment.)
3.Standard roleplaying rules apply!
4.It can be script or paragraph (I prefer paragraph though.)
My Shadow Friend“He is there everydayMy Shadow Friend3 days ago in Short Stories
But makes himself visible at night
Following me through dream land
Until, with all of his might
I am left paralyzed
And praying he isn’t behind me.”
Often times, I find myself fearing the unknown; the chills that crawl up my spine at the prospect of a pair of eyes awakening in the shadowy corner across the room or a dark hand grasping my ankle from beneath the bed keep me awake at night. We’re told there is nothing in the closet, that’s it’s all but a figment of our overactive imagination. The mind is keen at night, overly sensitive to the slightest pitter-patter of mice’s feet or the rumbling of the kitchen equipment in the other room. A snore, a yawn, a slight shifting of someone’s weight is all heard at night when nothing’s around.
Or so you think.
When you feel the eyes boring into your neck whilst walking, you’re being watched. When you&