StopStop.Stop1 month 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)3 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 Intro1 month 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.
Vision of LoveIt was a day like any other. Soon, people would be waking from their restful sleep, ready to continue with their mundane, little lives.Vision of Love1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I gaze out of my murky window, just like so many other days past, I can still feel her watching me. There's a comfort there, a chill, and perhaps even a little excitement. Her eyes always had a way of finding my deepest recesses. Even now, detached from their usual perch, they bore right through me.
[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.[Creepypasta] We're expecting.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 3Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 32 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lullaby wears White - part 3
The pressure in his lungs kept growing as Jeff struggled against the bonds. Once again, the second time in three days, he couldn't breathe. (F/n)'s weight pressed him down, making him unable to move completely while icy cold water was leaking down his chin and neck, soaking his off-white hoodie wet. The hose was stuffed in his mouth, sending strong and violent squirts down his throat. Just as he thought the blackness will surround him completely, the water stopped and hose was pulled out of his throat.
The killer leaned forward, vomiting the water contents into his lap, emptying his lungs. As soon as his coughing fit finished, a hand grabbed handful of his raven black hair and pulled his head up. He could feel some of his saliva sliding down his chin and combining with water. His wide eyes met (e/c) infernal orbs of his tormenter.
„Steady now, my little toy“, she spoke up, giving a grin and widening her eyes. „We don't w
Diesel (audio linked below)Diesel (audio linked below)1 month 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
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg EpisodeThe SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode2 weeks 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: The Time ThiefCreepypasta: The Time ThiefCreepypasta: The Time Thief1 month 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
Creepypasta: Missed CallCreepypasta: Missed CallCreepypasta: Missed Call3 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.
Frere Jacques - CreppypastaIt's the second November, a very windy day at the eastside.Frere Jacques - Creppypasta1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me and my little sister Diana were on the way back home.
We were wandering through the street with our heads, directed to the ground. While we were wandering we heard many voices around us.
She tried to hold my hand as always... She was afraid of the people who stared at us from a pretty low distance.
Well, Diana and me were the great topic to speak about in our village. Specially 'cause of our father.
He was an alcoholic since the birth of my little sister, 'cause of that we've lost everything... Our mother, our possessions and our honor as well. We were helpless everytime, handed over like a package from the post...
Diana whispered in my ear: "Nico?... C-Could you sleep in my room today?"
I smiled a little pained and I just could nod.
A few minutes later we were already standing in front of our door.
I rang the bell and while that was Diana holding me suddenly very tight, she pushed her nails into my hips, I distorted my fac
EyesEyes 9/24/14Eyes1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The eyes, watch for the eyes.
That's how you know, the only sign before hell breaks.
How did it start? Just rumors, that's all there is. Some say some invasive species from some jungle. Others say in the main cities, festering in subway cars and on public buses. No one knows for sure.
The desolate say it's the end. The hopeful say it will be solved soon. The desperate ignore the first two and only survive. The blind only follow those in charge, wasting away in quarantine for no other reason than to live maybe a minute longer.
The eyes, look into the eyes.
The only way to know.
It was quiet at first, isolated events, no connections. Then it spread. Every nation blames the other. False prophets gain their income off of the fall of the masses.
They lay dormant. Unmoving until startled. They look normal until they feed. It's only the eyes that really change.
All color dies from the iris, the pupil a dark void in a sea of black, cobwebbing, throbbing veins. A wet milky sh
Creepypasta: A Household of Four Plus OneCreepypasta: A Household of Four Plus OneCreepypasta: A Household of Four Plus One3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Well, isn’t this a mystery?” June Peterson asked aloud.
The question was entirely rhetorical. June was the only one of the Peterson household who was home at the moment. Alex and Stephanie were off at school and her husband was off on a corporate retreat. But this was more than a bit puzzling. A pair of well-worn men’s shoes which weren’t her husbands, and obviously weren’t hers or the kids, lay discarded in the front hallway. Normally she would have assumed one of her husband’s friends had left them behind by mistake, but he had been out of town for a full three days as of today.
June knelt down and picked up the shoes before examining them. They certainly had seen better days. As she was on her way back to the living room, she noticed something even more abnormal. The door to the crawlspace under the stairs was ajar. When they had first moved into the house it had appeared to be permanently wedged sh
My Family Was Kidnapped (Creepypasta)Recently my wife and two children were kidnapped while I was gone at work. The police had come to my house and searched the whole area for clues but they couldn't find anything. They questioned each other on how anybody could be so flawless in their plan to kidnap a woman and two children. At first they thought that my wife, Diana, had taken our kids and ran away. But that wasn't like my wife. We were happy in our marriage; she had no reason to leave.My Family Was Kidnapped (Creepypasta)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
That theory was quickly dismissed-however-when they found that no valuables or even clothing was taken. The only thing that was gone was my 25. caliber pistol along with my extra case of bullets. The police assumed that the kidnapper had used this to threaten Diana. They thought it was a bit strange that the kidnapper didn't bring his own weapon but it wasn't exactly unusual either. This wasn't the first time they had heard about the attacker using the family's own weapon in their plans.
The investigation is still open. But they uh.