Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 1Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 14 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lullaby wears White - part 1
Jeff was always confident about his procedures. Mainly because he was always winning. He always got the same result in different variations – bloodbath, screams of his victims satisfying his ears, fear in their eyes moisten his and the blood's iron on his tongue. He always had it all and sometimes, in the case of females, the satisfaction of his mad hormones.
He was swift and did the business quick enough before the cops could arrive, yet slow enough to enjoy it. He considered himself elusive, invincible...
Yet if somebody asked him if the same thing he does to people would happen to him, he'd certainly laugh in their faces in that insane way only he knows how to preform. Just that situation happened before his next kill. Him and one of his rare friends, Eyeless Jack, sat on the peak of small mountain above the city, lights looking just like mirror image of the stars above.
Jeff lit the cigarette, small orange light dancing across h
The (Creepypasta) You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.The (Creepypasta)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.
“She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”
You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capitalization error, but now “the” is lowercase. Strange, you think. Usually you don’t even really notice things like that, but you figure it’s just because you’re so tired and pay it no mind as you continue.
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 2Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 23 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lullaby wears White - part 2
When Jeff next woke up, he felt a horrible pain in the back of his neck and down the back. After his vision crystallized, he realized his head was bent over. Even bigger pain greeted him after he straightened himself up, gritting his teeth hardly. The next thing he realized was his current position – he was sitting.
The itching in his eyes reminded him to take eye drops. He tried to move, to stretch his hands and legs before taking them, but something blocked that action. As he tried again with no avail, he became suspicious.
Then he looked.
He wasn't home. He wasn't even in bed. Instead, Jeff was sitting on a regular chair with iron legs. It was wooden and rather uncomfortable for sitting and he found it absolutely ironic. But the last thing he wanted to think about was irony. The state he was in was what truly bothered him. His wrists were tied against chair's armrests and his legs against chair's front legs. He struggled against
Get a ClueThere once was a man named Steve, who was hopelessly, undeniably insane.Get a Clue4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every day he would live his life as though he were a child in a man’s body, not quite understanding that he was alone in the big secluded house. He began to create imaginary friends in his mind as he sat in his favorite big red chair, where he spent most of his time. These imaginary friends were mostly common household things. When he woke up in the morning, he would say hello to his clock and the clock would respond. He would say hello to his drawer, and the drawer would respond. When he went out to check the empty mailbox, the mailbox would talk to him. Of course, in his mind the mailbox wasn’t empty. It was full of letters from other imaginary friends of his. Meals for Steve were always full of people to talk to. He would talk to the salt and pepper shakers, and any other seasonings that he had.
His only companion was a dog, who would often hide from him. Whenever Steve found the dog, he would grab
Hide and Seek (Lolly Dolly Creepypasta)Hide and Seek (Lolly Dolly Creepypasta)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a regular day in the neighborhood. Children laughing and running about on the streets. Grown ups mowing the lawn and getting their mail as the mailman walked by. The sun was up in the sky, shining as bright as ever, with not a cloud in the sky to bug it. Yes, it was a nice summer day, a happy summer day.
Three children were chasing each other, playing tag and taunting one another. Watching them from afar was a little boy. His face emotionless and his skin quite pale compared to the others. He looked at the children and he hummed a tune that was barely even a tune due to his voice sounding so scratchy. The boy kept doing this for quite some time. The children would always ignore him, calling him a loner, a freak. The boy never cared though. Other people thought he was sick or has a disorder. His parents themselves would always worry about their son. He would never speak to them and he would always go to his room once he entered his house.
"Leo dear, dinner will be ready in ten mi
Creepypasta: Matt Bridle Silence reached my ears as I sat down the box full of my old photo albums. The house was quite bare, considering that my family and I were moving in.Creepypasta: Matt Bridle5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had just moved to a small town in Oregon. It was surrounded by trees for the most part, having a railway that went straight through the middle of the town. The railway was, in fact, still operating as freight trains, and cargo trains, ran through the middle of town three to four times a day.
During night though, that was a different story.
The people who ran the railways seemed to be insomniacs, as I hear the trains run all night long, only having fifteen minute intervals between trains.
My father had bought the house that was a block from the railway, so it wasn’t too noisy. My dad had decided that it would be safer to take this house, since it wasn’t too close to where the crime happened in the city.
All of the crime
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin
Creepypasta: An Imperfect PanopticonCreepypasta: An Imperfect PanopticonCreepypasta: An Imperfect Panopticon2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been two weeks, two days since Phillip Webber had seen the Slenderman while sequestered in his cabin in the woods. He knew what would come for him. He had heard the stories of how the faceless apparition always took those sheep who strayed to close, like the lunatic wolf it was. But Phillip was prepared. He had fortified his cabin and the surrounding woods into a veritable citadel of closed-circuit cameras and automated traps. He almost expected at first to catch glimpse of it again, given that the locale the siting had occurred at was not far from here at all. But the thing never appeared directly to those who caught its interest, not at first anyway. It always sent its paranormal proxies to do that. Its proxies, who were still human at their core. And being human they had a very human assortment of weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
Phillip took a drag from his eighth cigarette this hour and clicked the monitor display on his laptop from camer
UntitledJohnny starts playing sonic.exe at his own risk. The picture says I am god and johhny screams and elsa freezes him. The endUntitled3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The TestThe TestThe Test6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pen shook almost uncomfortably in her hand. The sweat physically dripping down her forehead and onto the paper beneath her. Her throat swelling up.
(You don't know this!)
Emily rubbed her hand against her sweaty forehead, she had to write something, but what? She really didn't know.
(Just give up! You're going to fail!)
The demons at the back of Emily's mind were slowly getting louder, but Emily knew she had to her very best to block them out, she couldn't let them control her again. Not like last time.
Emily moved onto the next question of the exam paper, maybe she could work this one out, maybe this one would be easier.
If x is equal to y then what does w equal?
Nope, it was even harder. Emily's eyes widened, she almost let out a shriek of help, but quickly held it in.
(ha ha ha ha, you can't do it! You can't do it!)
Emily shut her eyes, trying to block them out, but to little avail. This was her exam, her future and she was letting them get in the way! Again.
On a Lonesome RoadOn a Lonesome Road1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
On a Lonesome Road
It was Olivia Satoui who first noticed the mailbox on the return trip from Curtisville Jr. High. “Well, that’s weird,” the seventh-grader said, half aloud, frowning. “Looks like an old mailbox, but I”m sure it wasn’t there on the way to school.”
“What is?” Madeline Hawthorn sat beside her, rooting through her backpack. One of Olivia’s best friends, she sometimes got teased for her resemblance to the Brattina Stone
Spider-DreamSpider-DreamSpider-Dream1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il est tard. Mes yeux commencent à me piquer. Demain je me lève à nouveau pour une journée de travail. Il serait préférable d’aller me coucher.
Doucement, j’avance dans ma petite chambre. Le sol craque légèrement sous chacun de mes pas, ce qui a le don de m’énerver comme à chaque fois. Je me change plus rapidement ayant hâte de trouver la douceur de mon lit, et j’attrape l’échelle en bois pour la fixer à ma mezzanine faite de la même matière, et monte après avoir éteint les lumières. Je me laisse littéralement tomber sur le matelas.
La journée avait été dure, celle de demain risquerait même d’être pire, il me faut du repos. Enfouissant mon corps sous la couette encore toute fraîche, je ferme les yeux en me préparant à une bonne nuit de repos.
Creepypasta: The Watch CollectorCreepypasta: The Watch CollectorCreepypasta: The Watch Collector3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time is both a burden and a necessity. Five minutes are hellish to someone trapped in a burning bus, and dearer than anything else to a dying woman saying goodbye to her children. But mostly, time is something most people waste more than anything else in life. I have resolved not to be one of those people.
I collect watches. The others in my fair town of Alpenview like to think it is a harmless hobby, a fairly mundane one too, and I am not keen to correct them. I purchase them from the pawn shop, I buy them brand-new at the old strip mall in bulk, and sometimes people approach me and sell them to me directly. That’s just how well-known my unconventional but innocuous little hobby is known to others. Most eccentric young men my age would collect Magic the Gathering cards or My Little Pony merchandise or what-have-you, I collect watches. Nothing sinist-
Pfft. Sorry, I just couldn’t keep a straight face. I’m trying, really, I am. But when
WantWant4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wanted to kill me, but I lived. Now he just wants me.
It was a cold autumn night, though the smell of winter was in the air. I was just returning home from my best friend Mary; together with her boyfriend Kai and my cute neighbour Liam we had devoured several horror movies and probably a kilo of popcorn and chips. They had begged me to stay the night, but I had never been fond of sleepovers- I simply couldn't sleep well under a strange roof.
Liam had even offered to walk me home, the sweetheart. I had declined; I was going to be seventeen in a few months and big girls don't need escorts. That, and Mary only lived a few blocks away from me.
It was well past three in the morning and I relished the cold air, my hands deep in my pockets. As I entered the alley leading to the back of my house I noticed the garbage cans near the side of the road; one of them had been kicked over. I never understood why people enjoy making a mess of things, or worse: destroy stuff that isn't theirs.
.:creepypasta:. veins (part 2).:creepypasta:. veins (part 2) 5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
i know no one asked or raved about another story from me. maybe the last one was to duel or wasn't interesting, hell this one maybe even worse but my story isn't done.
any ways i would like to "copy and paste" a few pages from an old journal i use to write in, here. i found it a few days ago looking for a few things i left behind after that night. sometimes i'm really happy i don't remember half of my childhood.
mom gave me this journal thing... she said i'm suppose to write about my day and dreams and stuff here. i want to draw in it though so i will : )
today i went outside and saw a person standing in the middle of the woods. he was really tall and did nothing, he was kind of boring. mom told me to come inside when she saw him, she was really scared.
mom didn't let me go outside to day. it was really boring but dad let me help cook dinner. it was pasta. aft
Audio #1Blake: Alright....Well this is the first time I'm trying to do this but anyway. My name is Blake Wilson, today is Saturday August 16th, and this is my first entry of my audio journal. I suppose I should say that I'm doing this because of my councilor at my high school suggested that It might be a good way to say what's on my mind and maybe will give me a hobby to keep myself out of trouble. Well I guess I can-Audio #11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lilly: Hi brother
Blake: Hey Lilly
Lilly: What's that?
Blake: It's a tape recorder... and what have I told you about talking to me when I'm in my room?
Lilly: Your door wasn't closed you said not to talk to you If you're in your room and your door was closed.
Blake: That's not the point If I'm in my room That shou- Lilly... what is that thing?
Lilly: It's my new Doll.
Blake: It looks like it was pulled out of the grave yard. Where did you get that thing?
Lilly: I found it.
Blake: Found it where?
Lilly: I found him in front of our house.