It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.It's Always the Quiet Ones1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
StopStop.Stop2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said stop.
That’s you. Yes, you, the reader. I want you to stop. I want you to stop moving. I want you to stop breathing. See how long you can hold your breath.
Are you doing it? Are you holding your breath?
Can you feel the nagging feeling, calling on you to open your mouth and inhale? Can you resist it?
Do you see how unnatural it is? Breathing is what keeps you inside this world. It is something your body does without thought, without command. You have to tell yourself not to do it. Almost every other action occurs at your command, breathing occurs at the lack of command. You have to force yourself to stop doing it, and it gets more and more difficult to do. Your entire body screams at you to open your mouth an inhale. Your own mind reminds you again and again that you must breath. It pulls you like gravity down again and again until you can’t think of anything else, can’t do anything else, until you take a breath. Your body and your own mind wants you to.
From Child to Animatronic (Part One)Over twenty years.From Child to Animatronic (Part One)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
240 months. 1,043 weeks. 7,304 days. 175,316 hours.
Counting down to the ongoing present time, I remain trapped in this makeshift prison, looking onward from the stage I stood on for most of my entombed life. My limbs are an unwanted invitation to spots of rust, built-up grime, and various questionable fluids now caked and solidified. They are one of the very few things that have been stuck with me all these years, another being this fake microphone that's embedded in my right hand. My prison creaks with age, given very little sympathy by the owner's ignorance. It moves with a jittery and abrupt action with just enough maintenance to barely stand on its own two legs throughout the slow, miserable, tedious days. My eyes glow bright, reflecting the spotlight whenever it shines upon me.
I always welcome that spotlight, for it successfully obstructs my view from forcefully staring at the snot-nosed brats. They come in various forms, but they all act the same once they se
Interactive FNAF story Intro(NIGHT 1)Interactive FNAF story Intro2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"..Good luck!" The phone call ended. The fan whirred on the desk in front of you, and you sighed. This job, hopefully, would be worth the small amount of payment you were receiving. "Four bucks an hour...What a load of bull..." You groaned. But, money was money, and money was something you desperately needed. With that, you peered down at the tablet wondering which camera you should look at first.
Creepypasta: The Bite of '87It was a normal day at Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza. A show had just ended on the main stage and the main animatronic, Freddy Fazzbear, was walking off the stage and turned his attention to the kids. “Hey hey hey hey kids! The show is over now but another will be starting soon in Pirate Cove. Just follow me!” Freddy laughed he led the kids over to part of the restaurant called “Pirates Cove”. “I can’t join you on this pirate ship but Foxy will make sure you all stay safe, right Foxy?” Freddy asked a Fox animatronic that had a hook where his right hand should be and an eye patch over his right eye.Creepypasta: The Bite of '871 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yar be right Freddy. I won’t let anything hurt these land lovers.” Foxy said in his robotic pirate voice. “Now ye better get out of here or I will have to make ye walk the plank!” He added.
“Alright, have fun kids!” Freddy said before leaving.
“Now, it will be a while till the show starts so have a goo
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman's Origin1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough
On A Day Like TodayA massive food shortage. The people in the cities are the first to go. Gradually, disease and starvation consume most of the farmers. People start the search for food.On A Day Like Today3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A little girl with red hair and big, curious eyes heads to "the burbs" with her younger brother.
Her brother is stout, with brown, curly hair and chubby cheeks the size of peaches. His skin is olive-toned, unlike his sister, whose skin is as bright as the moon.
While walking to a nearby store, the pair notice famished, sickly looking bodies scattered here and there. One of them lies on a porch.
Porches. Porches that used to house smokers, and people who wanted to watch sunsets, and cats--big, fat cats, and old ladies who had no one better to be with than their big, fat cats. The thought made them sad, and just a little bit dreamy, because they wondered if they'd ever be as old as the old ladies with their big, fat cats.
And so they walked into the store to find everything from magazines to fruits to lamps to used fans. T
Creepypasta: The Time ThiefCreepypasta: The Time ThiefCreepypasta: The Time Thief2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Well, what do you make of all this?” Tracy asked her fellow CSI with a heavy sigh.
“To be honest I have no idea” Jefferson admitted.
Tracy and Jefferson were crime scene investigators working for the woefully understaffed Alpenview Police Department. And Jefferson really hadn’t seen anything quite like this in his twelve years on the job. Not because it was unusually gruesome or horrific, but because it was just so surreal. He and Tracy had excavated the coffin of Parker Ridgeley, a man who died under very mysterious if not outright bizarre circumstances. His body had been found in his apartment, shriveled and desiccated to a withered husk. It had all the telltale signs of severe dehydration, starvation, and had undergone extensive decay. The strangeness in all this was that he had been seen in public as recently as three days prior and had appeared perfectly normal. The decision had recently been made to perform a second autop
DieselDiesel3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Images of raids on the homes of drug addicts; taking down her first big time bank robber; catching the famous 'faceless killer' where all images that filled her head. Hour after hour Hannah would fantasise about being the head of the police department, sitting in her fathers chair and receiving all praise and attention she wanted. To her being a cop was a dream, one that was so close to becoming true. Through the eighteen years she’s been alive Hannah had always wanted to be in the police fource and to make her father proud of her.
"Hannah!" Shouted the teacher from across the room and the daydreaming brunet. “Will you pay attention in class!" He shouted again, silencing the class once more.
Hannah snapped out of her daydreaming then stated her teacher dead in the eyes. “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” She huffed, never once breaking her gave.
With a sight the teacher turned back to the bored and continued to wright. As he did so Hannah yawned and sta
Creepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like These1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
You aren’t normally one to suggest stupid outings for the sake of stupid outings, but you and your friends are equal parts bored and stressed about high school starting up again. What better way to de-stress than spending a night in an abandoned house on the edge of town that’s reputedly haunted? Okay, there’s probably many ways that are all better and far less convoluted, but screw logic, you and three of your friends have made the decision and that’s how it’s gonna go down. Errol is the only one who won’t be coming. He said he’d be pretty busy tending to something that came up, although he wished you, Avril, Nathan, and Gary good luck in your ghost hunting.
“You guys ready to get scared?” Gray sniggers as the four of you look upon the desolate structure. You drove your friends out here, seeing as you’re the only one whose parents let you use their car.
The boards over the windows have lon
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg EpisodeThe SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode4 days 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: Missed CallCreepypasta: Missed CallCreepypasta: Missed Call2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ashley couldn’t sleep tonight. Which was odd, she’d never had issues with insomnia or the like. A gentle breeze blowing in from the open window gave her bedroom a pleasant climate, and the fan by her bedside provided a soothing amount of white noise. Sometimes she did manage to drift in and out of consciousness but it wasn’t quite slumber. At last she realized what the problem was.
There were barely-audible noises coming from her walk-in closet that were keeping her awake. It sounded like a muffled conversation. Were her brothers plotting on playing a prank on her?
A profoundly annoyed Ashley staggered out of bed and flung the closet doors open. What she saw was a mild surprise. Her brothers were absent, but the old rotary phone she kept in the closet was front and center. Someone had dragged it out of its storage cubby and also taken the handle off the hook.
Most curiously of all, a muffled voice could be heard coming from the receiver.
Creepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the Dark3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s always the same dream. Dark bodies, thousands or maybe millions of them, floating in darkness. Then the monster appears and they all burn from the inside out. I try to stop it, but I can’t.
Because I am burning there with them.
The subject appears to have been awake all night, although I checked in on her at the usual time for her morning nutritional supplement. She insisted she wasn’t hungry, although incentives were given to make her eat. The hallucinations appear to be continuing, although oddly enough brain waves seem to be completely normal so she obviously shouldn’t be seeing these “monsters”. I have concluded she is likely either delusional or toying with me.
Damn bitch. Has to make my life even harder by being so uncooperative. Log out.
I see them. They are no longer people. Their souls have been eaten by the Cold Watcher. That’s what he
Creepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye Blind3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“How do you plead?”
“Please, your honour, he’s still waking up. Give him a chance to come to his senses.”
“Ah. Very well.”
Terrence blinked his unfocused eyes and tried to shut out the conversation but the voices persisted. This was impossible. He’d just blown his brains out with a hunting shotgun, so it stood to reason that he shouldn’t be able to hear anything at all. Was this a hallucination as his shredded cranium bled in torn fragments all over the wall of his neglected one-bedroom apartment? This was the only time he’d committed suicide, obviously, so he didn’t have much prior experience to go on, but this still seemed more than a tad abnormal.
His hope that this was a short-lived hallucination died fast as he realized the scenario around him was coming into focus, slowly but surely, as opposed to fading to black. He was in a courtroom setting, of sorts, seated at one of the tables in f