Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.Creepypasta: Lulu1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta - I see youCreepyPasta - I see you3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vailly Evans was a young 15 year old lady, a responsible, studious and lovely girl who was kind to everyone. A girl who wanted to live long and who had many dreams to accomplish. She was very beautiful, she had a long wavy dark hair, that flowed all over her back; her skin was pure white porcelain… but the most striking thing about her was her eyes. She had heterochromia, and her eyes were of different colors. Her right one was deep dark brown, almost black, and the left one was of a bright light blue color- and when the sun shined on her face, it looked like a diamond. Anyone who met her for the first time was shocked by her beautiful, impressive eyes.
Like every day, Vailly got up wanting to begin a new day. She put on her school uniform; she ate her jam toast with a big glass of milk, and went to high school. Her friends were there, at the door, waiting for her. She approached them and said hello to them in a very energetic way. The most boring subjects were the first h
Jeff the Killer x Reader - A Fan's NightmareJeff hissed, jumping over a large alleyway fence as he could hear the large barks of hounds. The policemen shouted orders at each other along with the dogs as the glow of flashlights appeared, and Jeff finally turned away and ran into a forest. It was getting to that point where Jeff not only killed people for enjoyment, but got extremely mad and made their deaths long and painful when he couldn’t find eye drops in their home. Eye drops seemed needed as much as oxygen to him right now. If he didn’t put at least three drops in his eyes in twenty minutes, his eyes would burn like hell. They would also look quite a bit more bloodshot, and that wasn’t quite…beautiful. He looked around through slight blurriness, spotting a small house in particular. The sounds of the cops and their dogs died down, signaling they had moved opposite of where he was running to right now. He silently searched around the house, trying to find an unlocked window. Jeff finally foundJeff the Killer x Reader - A Fan's Nightmare3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
It Lives in the ShadowsThere is something wrong with me. I have no idea how to explain this but there is something very wrong with me. My name is Roger Williams. I’ve had this burning hunger, it’s never filled it has been driving me mad ever since…then. It all began when I was about ten; I lived with my parents in some suburb near a forest that’s been lost in memory since I left.It Lives in the Shadows1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
My parents had just finished moving into a two story three bedroom house. The house we lived in oversaw the beginning of a deep forest. Now as a hyperactive kid all I wanted to do was explore the forest. I imagined fighting dragons and searching for giant toe-eating monsters. But my parents were wildly against the idea; it was one of the few things they agreed on. I wasn’t very happy about this news.
One afternoon while my parents were arguing I went out to the backyard. My neighbor Travis, a fifteen year old boy, leaned over the fence and convinced me to tag along for an adventure. I went inside to as
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
A Cupid's roast"Boss.. I am really not sure it's that good an idea after all..."A Cupid's roast1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A gentle rustle of wings to his left made him jump but he only managed to catch a brief glimpse of movement from the corner of his eyes. They were fast, way too fast, and too many. Never the old man would manage. Again this sound, so similar to dove's wings beating the air, coming nearer and nearer. He could see them in his head, circling him like so many vultures around a carcass.
The dull sound of the detonations echoed through the last swirls of mist and the ground vibrated under the impact of the five bodies landing around him, followed by a gentle tumbling rain of feathers.
"Pick them up, my boy. We still have a lot of things to do so hurry."
With a half disgusted, half appreciative twitch of lips, the young man set to work, putting on the heavy protective gloves that were required in such a line of work. His boss had still a great aim for his age, he had to admit that at least: each of the cupids had been s
Music Box ParanoiaIt was a sunny day in the city. The temperature was above eighty without a cloud in the sky. A boy named Damon Grey walked home in the heat. His blonde hair, blinding passerby's, his blue-grey eyes hidden behind some protective lenses wearing his usual torn jeans, red shirt and his leather backpack. He hated the heat but normally shrugged it off. It was his mom's choice to move here not his.Music Box Paranoia1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just after 3 o'clock and the high school he attended just let the teenage demons from their cage. He moved along the crowd down the street, his house was seven blocks from the school. On days like this it was the longest 20 minutes of his life.
Once he got home he greeted his mother, she was also blonde but with clear grey hair. Her eyes were a nice shade of blue. She was long, thin, and clearly overworked. She had been in luck this morning, her friend finally accepted to work her shift so she could have some time with her son.
He walked into the house
Amazon NightsIt's said that anacondas are masters of a by-gone era, relics of a time long forgotten. For a million years, these specialised water boas ruled the swamplands, claiming their place at the top of the food chain. Their only competitors were black caiman, a reptile that could grow to lengths of over four meters and could easily kill and consume an anaconda. But what is most feared, is the myths of how these snakes would target humans as prey, and as seen in the legends of tribes...sometimes they succeeded.Amazon Nights2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was late at night, somewhere in the depths of the Amazon rainforest, while cool compared to the day the humidity was still oppressive, the air thick and warm. Yet it was perfect for one creature as its large head broke the surface of the water, a forked tongue sensing the moist jungle air for prey. In the day it would bask in the sun, absorbing the solar rays with its dark scales as it warmed its cold blooded body, but as night fell it was time to hunt. Creeping towards
Eclipse Part 16I growled lightly deep in my throat and cocked my head to the side, staring out into the forest that resided closely by the carnival. My lips curled unconsciously as my eyes narrowed. I glared out into dark thicket of trees, staring in between the trunks. I felt my energy shifting through my body angrily due to the kickoff of my instinct. I snorted lightly and faced everyone once again crossing my arms. My eyes widened slightly as a tall shadow loomed over me, the owner of said shadow appearing tense.Eclipse Part 161 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What is this demon doing in MY carnival…?” DM’s voice growled, raw anger lacing through his sentence. I felt myself shrink down and I turned slightly to see DM glaring at Jack, his yellow eyes glowing faintly behind the purple lenses resting on his nose. I gulped and looked at Jack. He began to laugh his infamous laugh as he floated in the air.
“Don’t you worry my friend…I will behave…” DM’s lips curled downwards into a frown
773477341 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contains: Blood + Gore description, Strong language and disturbing scenes.
Rated: For ages 17+
"Patient #7732 appears to look stable, as well as patient #7733. However, we might want to recheck #7730." A man in white, began to write on his paper attached to a clipboard, while adjusting his glasses.
It had been three months since I've been working at a place like this. A small, psychiatric hospital for the unique, special people, or should I say for lunatics who can't seem to live a normal life with ordinary people. Then again, I wasn't too ordinary myself, or so mother would tell me. I was usually the weak, sick child in my family. I couldn't manage to finish school. What with many absences in my daily life, not to mention scheduled doctor appointments, I knew I wouldn't have the capacity to get enough credits in my classes. I was more of a needy child than the rest of my relatives. All my siblings would usually surpass me at
PewDieCry - FreeName: FreePewDieCry - Free1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Angst & Horror
Disclaimer & Warning(s): I don't own Cry or Pewds. Warnings include gore, zombies, suicide and major character death.
P.O.V: Third person.
Word Count: 1,300+
Author's Note: oops“Cry, get up! We need to take you to the medic tent! We need to stitch that! We need the pills! We have to something, please!” Felix divulged as defiantly as he could, tears blurring his vision. His gun was in a satchel on his right side, but he had placed a trembling palm on the handle for one reason. He sniffled, “Cry, c’mon!-“
“Damn it, Felix! Don’t try to help, I’m too far gone!” Ryan yelled, but his voice was far too dry, and as the last syllable escaped his chapped lips, his throat caught on his saliva and he began coughing and hacking on his own blood. All Felix could do was watch, letting the tears burn his eyelids and letting some ebb down his bloodie
The Woodshire CurseThe Woodshire Curse3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Beware the highland moors..."
She ran as fast as she could through the marble halls of Woodshire Castle, losing her slippers in her haste. The hideous screams of the beast rang in her ears as she scurried, leaving her breathless, her heart racing, her mind confused. But where to go? The wails seemed to be all around her. Her lover lay dead in the bed they shared, the servants nowhere to be found. Had they also perished? How could this be happening? Her instinct was to get out, out onto the moor. Perhaps she could engage a traveler, plead for some assistance from a passing stranger. Outside the winds were howling, the morning sun now hidden behind darkening clouds. The chill in the air, the relentless wailing, and the encroaching darkness all seemed to conspire against her. Death stalked her like some relentless, ravenous animal! Oh, to go back in time. Back to the day before, when all seemed right with the
Flappy Bird(Author’s Note: If Dong Nguyen reads this, thanks for being a good sport, and thank you for the excellent work providing us with games. C: )Flappy Bird1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you heard of Flappy Bird? Of course you have. Who hasn’t? It was an app for Apple and Android devices. The game became extremely popular for being notoriously frustrating, and everywhere you’d go you would hear “I got a new high score on Flappy Bird!” At first, I wondered why the phone gaming community was obsessed with birds. First Angry Birds, now this. I wondered why, until I actually got it.
The premise of the game is simple: You tap the screen to make a bird fly through various pipes (Similar to those found in an old Super Mario game), and if you touched the pipes or floor, the bird would crash to the ground with a sickening sound that always made me think the bird’s skull had cracked.
The game was also extremely difficult. On YouTube, you can find videos about people smashing their phones. One video I