LaughtracksMy name is Ian Johannson. I am a comic book maker, and I'm thirty-two years old. My especiallity is horror antologies, I am an average known creator, but I have a small and faithfull fanbase,which helped me with some of my comics and, I can say our relationship is very good. I have had many great ideas, and I've put them on paper...but only one was scapped. It was about beings, creatures from another world, that granted wishes and turned you into one of them. That single idea made me shiver with the most unexplainable burst of fear and repulsion. Then, in a meet n' greet convention in New York City someone handed me a very odd radio, he had a very unnerving blue mask, with a permanent smile and very small, black eyes.Laughtracks2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I returned to my appartment, exhausted, but happy to know so much kind people.
My first night was normal...but the others were slowly changing to something odd...sickening nightmares, and disgusting dreams. I felt almost like if my head was about to explode, when th
A twilight maelstromThere is a legend, told across dim camp fires in hushed tones against the whispers of the dark night, that there are creatures who can manipulate their frequencies at will, descending and ascending the dimensions as they see fit. They have been known to been both a help and a hindrance to us. They have also been the cause of many terrible disasters. For they are like us in their whims. They are as subject to emotions as we are. They love and hate in equal measure. And, in some cases, these beings treat us with the same contempt that we, in our more savage moments, treat each other. And sometimes they kill.A twilight maelstrom4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
These creatures have been seen, and are well documented. For centuries they have entered our dimension, watching and manipulating. Protecting, serving. Hunting. They go by many names, but the more familiar are; Fairies, Whips, Ghosts, Angels, Djinn and Daemons to name just a few.
It sounds like fantasy, but you have to give this a moment to creep into your mind before you begin to un
Itching You have them. Everyone has them. Those little instances where a part of your body itches. It may be a small itch to shrug off or a big one that drives you insane. Whatever the case may be, they are normal, common things, so we all know about them.Itching5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But have you ever wondered about why we have them? About why they even exist even though they are a nuisance? That is even a question that stumbles scientists nowdays. However, to be honest, the answer is so simple.
You see, an itch is actually a warning sign to you. They warn you that you might or are in danger of something. Of course, your first instinct is to itch the bugger and get rid of it. Bad mistake. Itching means that you would rather ignore the sign, that it means nothing. It just leaves you more open to whatever it was that you were being warned of, whether something as a natural disaster or way of death, or even maybe a supernatual creature. Why would you ignore such a thing? Well, as ce
The Black Envelope My hands held the black envelope as I read the address. 666 Devils Drive. I gulped and flipped it over a stamp of a red sickle sealed the envelope.The Black Envelope5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked over to my table and wrote a goodbye letter to everyone I loved. Setting aside the letter I took the envelope again, back side up. I picked up my metal letter opener and opened it. Carefully I put the letter opener back down and my attention went straight back to the letter.
Slowly I lifted the black flap and removed the letter that was folded in half. Carefully I unfolded the yellow stained paper. It was written in blood. I red it through once before I quickly looked up at the clock as it struck one o' clock. I heard a click of the barrel and the sound of gunfire before my vision went pitch black like the envelope.
I was dead.
(Creepypasta) Unknown Entry 3Day i think its 5:(Creepypasta) Unknown Entry 36 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
These notes will be rushed I haven't written in this journal for some time because odd things have begun happening Roger…
Roger is gone he walked out at night he said he's gonna see what the two eyes are he was talking about them for days he seemed for and more tired and now… I'm sorry i can't write anymore if anyone finds this RUN
Night update: I'm sorry to anyone that read the last thing i wrote I'm just scared over what happened to roger Cooper about a day ago got attacked again Will also was with him and he said… that Roger was right about the eyes… that they were real and what was watching them was no wolf he's been locked away in the closet every night with the axe i don't blame him for being sca=_;.,- Im in the closet now something just slammed on the door it wasn't Rodger! Cooper is hiding somewhere also i hope Will is with me i don't know whats going to happen.
Update: Cooper… I'm sorry Cooper
The Killer Con Part 2: The First VictimCicadas sang loudly as Skylar patiently waited for the next bus. Thoughts of Killer Con occupied her mind. Had that charm been real? It was surely fake, but a part of her wanted it to be real.The Killer Con Part 2: The First Victim6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eternal youth would be nice. I mean, who wants to be old and wrinkly?
Sighing, Skylar got out her phone to check the time. 30 minutes left until the next bus came.
Enough time for a snack!
Skylar hurried over towards the convenience store that was close by. Her mouth watered at the variety of snacks and drinks she could choose from. She selected the items she wanted, and went over to the cashier. Before leaving, she made a quick trip to the restroom.
While washing her hands, she glanced up at the mirror. A dark figure stared back at her. Startled, Skylar spun around only to see that nothing was there.
W-What was that?!
The mirror suddenly cracked, then came the sound of faint breathing. The lights flickered next. Skylar froze in fear, slightly trembling. Whatever it was appea
Hatchet |The Story| A 17 year old girl, stood at her bus stop waiting for the bus, when a boy , about 18, walked over. "Hey, Connie. You free this weekend?" 'Connie' nodded. "Good, because I'm planning us a trip to go camping." Connie laughed,"Hi, Matt." adjusting the metal mask that she had gotten 2 years ago. The girl was tall, had blonde spiky hair and hazel eyes. Since Connie was born a mute, the mask she wore helped her speak.Hatchet |The Story|6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt smiled, looking up as the bus drew to a stop in front of them. They both got on and sat next to each other.
The next day, Friday, after being beaten by her father, like always, she got on the bus and headed for school. At school, sitting down at her desk, she quickly pulled out a piece of paper from her binder and scribbled lines, curves, and dots. By the time the teacher walked in, Connie was already finishing her sketch. Pulling back, she studied the art. She smiled at the nicely drawn picture of a person stabbing a man, filling th
Words can kill chp.3A/N:hello people of earth! I am sorry about everyone being all sad in here but come on! I can totally see mikey going into depression. But y'all came here to read this not listen to me chatter so,here is the next chapter!Words can kill chp.37 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter three-mikey gets help!
I hear raph calling me as I stand on my roof. Heh he always helped me. Especially to get over it. But let me tell you...
I held mikey like that for about 20 minutes before I looked at his face. He had faint tear tracks running down his face where he had cried then they dried. He looked at me then the ground as he said "...now what? Are you gonna tell everyone else..." he asked me with a first nervous then panicked look on his face. I slowly shook my head and asked him "mike you can keep secrets right?". "um yea dude of course" mikey said with a flash of his old personality when it was real. I slowly showed him my arm. "dude is this..."he slowly asked and his mouth dropped open as I said yes.
I had a little scars,
BLACK JACKBlack JackBLACK JACK8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dos pasos atrás, una mirada rápida y un movimiento nervioso de sus manos…La ansiedad y el miedo flotaban en el ambiente; no había escapatoria, él lo sabía bien. Eso, eso venia por él, se lo llevaría y nadie nunca lo volvería a recordar, de hecho, dudaba que en ese preciso instante alguien tuviera presente su memoria…él no era nada, ya no existía.
Nicolás, caminaba hacia su nuevo lugar de trabajo, “Marie Magdalene” como se llamaba el sanatorio en el que trabajaría, era reconocido, pero no exactamente por sus médicos o amplias instalaciones, si no por su vasto historial de pacientes con casos que aterrarían hasta el más valiente de los hombres. Caníbales, asesinos, esquizofrénicos entre otros eran las “especialidades” que ofrecía el sit
SUPERSPOOKYSTORY!!!.EXEi saw a spider todaySUPERSPOOKYSTORY!!!.EXE8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
CreepyPasta: Double Me! I was a scientist working in a laboratory. I was only one working and non-stop until I create something. I was busy mixing chemical. Then, I hear a door slide open. I stop and look behind. I said “Hello?”CreepyPasta: Double Me!11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch the door slide close. I turn around toward my flask. I widen eyes. I whisper “I didn’t make it turn crimson!” Soon, I put the flask on the table. I see a colorful red odor waving up the air. I feel cold. Sudden… a gentle hot breathing my back of neck. I feel the hands going around my stomach. A gentle whisper “Hallucination?” I hear randomly laughing and feeling being touched. I close my eyes. I relax myself.
I take 2 deep breaths. I exhale softly and I open my eyes. I see the flask with a crimson chemical move to end of the table. I widen eyes. I see bloods drooling above me. I look up and I see… myself! It lets go the ceiling an
~InkIn my beginning were the words.~Ink12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
And the words were him
and the words were with him.
However, he wasn't God. (good lord, how he would have loved to be)
I wasn't born, rather made—created—written. (whichever you prefer) I was pen's blood pressed into offended paper. I was a jumble of pretty words in bloated thoughts.
He was a sixty-seven year old man in a(n) prison/hospital/asylum. A white room with windows and an invisible door.
Most days he daydreamed about the last—the twelve year old girl with light blue eyes, white skin like canvas, yellow hair, and the screams of an angel. He thought about taking her apart, cutting her into tiny pieces and putting her in his box under the stairs. He dreamed about the beautiful terror in her beautiful, blue eyes as shivers of pleasure rolled down his spine.
No matter how twisted this man was, I pitied him. He was different from the rest and
Creepypasta tipsHey. So you know about creepypasta? Well then here's some tips about the subject:Creepypasta tips12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
1) always keep a knife or gun with you cause they could always be there
2) don't look at smiling dogs
3) if you see blood on the ground get the hell away from the blood
4) don't draw the Tails Doll
5) don't play video games that you get for free
6) don't do shit that people tell you not to do
7) killers aren't looking for love
8) if you see someone wearing a hoodie it's probably a killer
9) if you see someone wearing a mask it's also probably a killer
10) if you hear something outside go get a knife and stay awake
11) if you think something is a bad idea it's a fucking bad idea
12) don't fangirl over creepypastas
13) anything with 666 in it is bad
14) don't decline friend requests on Facebook
15) dolls/puppets=fucking bad
16) don't do anything that involves Zalgo, just no
17) lullaby singing Pokemon are evil
18) don't eat cupcakes
19) don't sleep under an air vent
20) stay away from graveyards
At the End of All ThingsNyeusi, Fumo, Matone Rped by GypsyCrest19At the End of All Things13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Johari, Strelka Rped by Wolfchick36
There are many Cheetah's Nyeusi considered close. His mother and his siblings. Maono from Crooked Tree could be counted as one. Same goes with Johari from his own Tribe. He had never conisdered any of them would die.... Especially his mother... He had ran out, when he had heard the news. He should have looked for his siblings, made sure they were okay. But he hadn't. He had left, unknowing what to do. He had gone to a pond, surprising considering he made sure to never set a paw near the place cause of his fear.
The tension between the tribes and the coalitions had been growing since the moment the tribes had arrived, but now war was sure to break out. Especially now that casualties were breaking out in border meetings. A rather large battle had broken out this time, many tribes cats being dragged back into camp. Johari recognized the silver pelt of Ajali and before he had sufficient time to react, he caught s
The Closet-DwellerIt feels like it happened so long ago. I continue to replay the event over and over in my head. Each time I find something new that I hadn’t noticed before.The Closet-Dweller13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The incident being mentioned happened many years ago when I was still very young and uneasy about the idea of sleeping with my door open.
Both my parents had sent me to bed and forgetfully closed the door shut on their way out, leaving me all alone in the dark. There was the initial anxiety with having the door closed at first, but after a while it felt as if I would make it through my first night with the door closed.
Sometime much later when I was just about to sleep, the closet door slowly slid open. I quickly glanced in its direction and felt my body begin to shake. A tall, ghastly figure had stepped out of the closet. A pair of large and white, pupil-less eyes gazed at the wall. For a moment I thought it was going to attack me.
Instead, the thing from the closet stepped further out and exposed its en