The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg EpisodeThe SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The following is a recording of a suicide note audio tape:
It's just a cartoon, they said. It's just a 2D drawing moving on screen, it can't harm you. Boy, they were wrong.
You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well, let me tell you quickly, since I just want to get this over with.
It happen a few weeks ago with my friends; *****, ******, ******, and **** (These bleeps here are the name of the person's friends. He, himself, who wrote this, has his own name censored due to legal reasons, the only thing we can tell you is that there were four males and one female) We were on an urban exploration – well, not an official one. We were into those things called “Lost Episodes” which were allegedly episodes from popular children cartoons that were either never aired or completely banned. Take the example: 'The Ren & Stimpy Show' which ironically does hav
Creepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future Tense2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up, namely that I was still dreaming. I had to be. There wasn’t any other explanation for the spectacle that awaited my dazed eyes. An abnormally lucid dream to be sure, and I’d never had a lucid dream before but I was at least familiar with the concept. Everything seemed to be flawlessly material and factual, from the flickering red numbers on my digital clock-radio to the individual fibers of my cotton sheets.
But back on topic, you’re probably curious as to what I saw. First I’ll need to briefly acquaint you with the layout of my room. There’s a rather sizable full-length mirror positioned in a straight line across from my bed. Now, in addition to seeing the room itself reflected in the mirror, there was a most unexpected fellow dwelling within the mirror itself. I say “within the mirror” because he was only present as a reflection, facing outwards in a manner that s
Creepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You Eat5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
September 14th, 2014
Sleep. I miss sleep more than anything else. You don’t completely understand how much of a necessity it is until you’re reduced to no more than three hours of it each night, I suppose. But I should feel lucky that I can sleep at all. Their screaming keeps much of the staff awake for far longer than I often am.
We still don’t know why they’re always screaming, and may God damn the man who thought to engineer the things with vocal chords. Whoever decided it could possibly be a useful idea to give carnivorous plant-things the ability to vocalize their thoughts was clearly insane. And coming from me that means something. Takes insanity to recognize insanity and all that.
Anyhow, back on topic. The point of all this of course is to see whether a plant with enough specialized cells would be capable of a life similar to one of the lower orders of primates. Because a plant can support nothing similar to a
Creepypasta: How Blessed to be BlindCreepypasta: How Blessed to be BlindCreepypasta: How Blessed to be Blind6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain?
Where is God?
We don’t know
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
What to say?
Am I alive,
Am I asleep?
Or have I died?
- KoRn, “Hollow Life”
Parker Jameson didn’t know quite what to make of all this. He seemed to be floating in a never-ending ocean of black flame, all of humanity suspended there with him. Curiously, the umbral inferno left his flesh and clothing intact, and yet Parker could feel it burning at a more base level, searing into his very soul. Wherever the flames danced they would leave behind scorch marks in his mind in the shape of dead gods with unblinking eyes.
He vaguely recalled a life before this one, and seemed to remember that there had been a world before the oceans of black fire. But it all seemed so
Creepypasta: Without a PaddleCreepypasta: Without a PaddleCreepypasta: Without a Paddle1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lukas Brown was starting to become suspicious, meaning that he was almost beginning to speculate if he should have accepted this unusual solicitation at all. He scarcely knew his neighbour Gray Ridley at all, despite the fact he lived directly next door to him. What the hell could he have possibly been thinking, accepting an invite to a mountain cabin that hadn’t even been aware Gray owned until now? And on top of which, Gray had been behaving downright inexplicably starting from the time when Arranson Carmen had disappeared. Gray had always seemed a bit sullen, but forget out-of-character, he’d been positively walking on air since then! Gray had been chatty and animated the entire drive up to the cabin. His behaviour was categorically un-Gray-like.
As Lukas crawled out of the guest bedroom’s cot he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Lukas reminded himself that just because Gray’s mood had upgraded to a normal level in such a bri
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.Blackened3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
Taste of BrewTaste of BrewTaste of Brew2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why do they call coffee 'brew'? Read this.
One late evening in August, when the sun began to set, and he had finished an assignment at his flat in the town limits of Arkham, Thomas Radcliffe the day clerk felt a bit worn out and headed out to the local cafe for a cup of coffee.
This writer should warn readers that coffee, anywhere but in Arkham and Salem, Massachusetts, and Providence, Rhode Island, is safe to drink. Thomas lived in Arkham. However he did not think very seriously about coffee anywhere in America.
Thomas wandered over to the cafe and sat at a table for two. The employee headed towards him and asked his order.
"Yes, sir, what'll you have?"
"Espresso with a punch of brown sugar."
The waiter returned to his post and informed the cook of the order. Several minutes later, hot espresso in a standard cup was set on Thomas's table. The waiter watched him lift the cup and asked about the taste. Thomas replied that it tasted rather bitter but he understo
The Botanist The detective tapped his finger against the solid, oak desk he currently sat at, a small sigh running past his lips.The Botanist5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the past three months he had been hunting down a killer-- no, killer wasn't even the word to describe him.
He was a monster.
His victims always were mangled, most of their organs pulled out, some even stuffed down their throats, most likely when they had been alive. He shivered at the thought of having your own organs, all bloody, and slimy, shoved down your throat, being forced to eat it while still conscious and aware of your surroundings.
On other occasions, guts were splattered around the kill site, the small intestines being hung like streamers around the area. Maybe the liver would be soaking in alcohol (which was quite ironic really seeing as how alcohol was bad for the liver), laying in the now bloody sink.
Messages may have been written on the wall, simple phrases like:
Imaginary Friend"Mommy! Mommy! Meet my friend!" Isaac ran about, giggling with a large grin on his face. His hand was behind him, as if grabbing something. Amy, his mother, smiled at her son's creativity.Imaginary Friend6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's nice, hunny. What's his name?" Amy asked as she cut up vegetables for dinner.
"Bobby." Isaac giggled again as he looked behind him."Bobby says he wants to go play outside." He followed his imaginary friend outside.
They had just moved out of a small, old house and into a larger, nicer house next to the lake. The previous owners had said that they couldn't afford the house, but it's rumored it's because of something else, as the rent is fairly cheap for such a nice house. The house had two stories, a basement, the base floor, the second floor, and an attic. But Isaac's favorite place was the yard. It was huge, it had an old time looking playground, and bordered the forest on three sides, and the lake on the fourth. But Isaac couldn't swim, and he says Bobby fears water. So they stay well away
The bones eater"The nyctophobia is the irrational fear that someone have of the dark, but more of what might be in it"The bones eater1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
This happened many years ago in a not so small town where there was no electricity yet and where only lit with candles or kerosene lamps improvised. The village elders always told horror stories just to scare naughty children, taking advantage of the lack of light. Was said to be sighted and heard many things at nightfall, so the townspeople tried to do their work early and were locked away at the last ray of sun. One of the best known and most stories told is that of The Bones eater, and the family who lived in the last house of the village, in an area where around was just a desolate forest. The family that lived there was like any normal family, consisting of a father, a mother, a grandmother and eight children, the house was small and had three rooms, one where the parents slept, one where grandma slept and another where children slept in bunk beds.
Every night before bed and whe
The angels among demons: KayaxJeff fanfic part 2Kaya looked down at her plate with a blank expression, trying to ignore eye contact with anyone, mostly Jeff, since he was sitting right next to her. She listened to them chat, not really caring about what they said. Jeff noticed, his black eyes looking towards her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Jeff. "hey Kaya, you okay?" he whispered, taking a bite of his pancake. Kaya hid her face with some of her brown hair, trying not to look at him. "y-yeah, just not really hungry." she lied, looking down at the tiled floor. Jeff tilted his head, giving her a concerned look. "Kaya, your lying." he muttered to her, resting his chin in the palm of his hands. Kaya gulped, her eyes widening. She felt as she felt her feet tap against the cold floor. Jeff stared at her with a blank expression. 'crap, he's good at seeing right through me.' she thought to herself, her blue eyes moving back and forth as she looked around the living room.The angels among demons: KayaxJeff fanfic part 22 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kaya could feel h
Creepypasta: The Diary of Benjamin GravesCreepypasta: The Diary of Benjamin Graves21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
August 29th, 2012
Today was probably one of the most depressing funerals I had ever arranged. I simply despise having to do a eulogy for a baby... Despite the fact that the child is in the casket, and the lid closed, it still breaks my heart. A baby should see the faces of their mommies and daddies, not the face of their maker.
A child should have a chance at growing up and living life for Christ's sake! An elderly person is one thing. It shows that they had lived a very long life and, God willing, died peacefully... and they're not suffering anymore. This gives comfort to the families of the elderly, as it does for me. Infant deaths and suicides trouble me the most. As I sit here in my study and write this, I'm drinking my
usual Wild Turkey whiskey.
People know that I help with funeral arrangements in advanced, and do graveside service as well. But what most don't kn
DreamJournal - The True DemonsDreamJournal - The True Demons1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was odd how it all began.
You would have thought that such a terrifying encounter wouldn't stem from such a mundane action, but it did.
It all began when I moved houses, riding around in speeding buses, and while my family members were busying themselves with moving furniture, I went to school and asked my teacher if it was alright to take time off just to get everything at home done.
He said it was fine, but only if the whole class doesn't attend his lesson that day. He wanted everyone to goes to his niece's party. Naturally, everyone else agreed that we should take time off from how stressful school was and go greet a little girl and give her a happy birthday.
That night, I grew annoyed at how indecisive everyone was about the party. We were choosing restaurants, but no one agreed on one and we were all just walking down the street to find a place to throw a party in.
The little girl kept whining about it all, and deep inside, I felt something snap in me. I kept asking myself ques
The Wake of a Queen (Conclusion)The Wake of a QueenThe Wake of a Queen (Conclusion)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Geoffrey remembered the advice Clifford Rogers had left with him and tried to adapt Nefertiti to her new environment. He soon discovered that Puabi's warnings were true and well-intended. Nefertiti was continuously capricious and quick-tempered as though she reigned over the new place like she reigned in Egypt.
Geoffrey endeavored to civilise her but he was constantly aware that she neither spoke fluent English nor understood modern civilized ways.
"Dear Nefertiti, you may rule in my house as you like, but my world no longer can support you. You must try to be a common woman."
"I am not common woman. I am queen."
"You were. I can help you here but not outside. Please listen to my words."
She condescended as best she could. They were a close couple for the term of one week. Then, about 2 hours after Geoffrey had returned from his duties, Nefertiti shrieked in mad agony. He rushed over to see her and echoed her screams with his. Nefertiti was slowly disinte
Will You Sing for Me?These journal entries were emailed to me by my friend, Alissa Monroe, except the last entry. I’m putting them on here because I think this should be heard about.Will You Sing for Me?5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
My family is moving…again. Yea. Next week is the move-in day to a nice sized house across the country. The house itself is just creepy; it looks old and Victorian. At least that is the vibe I get from the pictures I’ve seen. Man, why did my Dad have to take that job in North Dakota?
We moved into the house this morning. It wasn’t as creepy as I thought, but that may be because my Dad hired workers to spruce it up some during the time we moved away from Georgia. The house still freaks me out, though; it’s just the way it feels inside, like someone is watching you, and how the floor boards creek when you walk. It bugs me.
After choosing and inspecting what is my new bedroom, I found a journal on the floor. It was most likely from the previous owner’s child.