CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 1CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 12 years 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, let’s 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
Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?Caught by a Smoker6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri
Tank is What They ShoutHuge hulking mass of super-human muscleTank is What They Shout6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grunting and growling like an ape or a bull
You won't survive if we get in a tussle
I'll kill you with ease, you scrawny dumb fools!
Shooting at me like madmen, running all over the streets
Your puny little guns won't hit like a car!
Smacked at you like a toy; with ease from afar
Two of you down at one time, knocked back on the concrete
Other infected run at you, getting in my way
I don't care for their help, I'll smack them away!
Your little team is doomed to die by my fists!
Another four names to be added to the lists!
I run to you incappacitated whimps
Pounding you, beating you, until you grow limp
Your friends are still shooting away, but all in vain
One of you's gone, now I'll end your pain!
Two of them dead at my feet, the others yell and cry,
Out their friends' names, but they're about to die!
They should have run, left them, but no, they had stayed
An idiot's mistake, thinking the hurt could be saved!
Now they run backwards, trying desper
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my handsThey Screamed Witch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
CytosaurName: Cytosaur (Unit009, AMMO Base 009, Cyborg009, S-9, Subject 009, Bachosaurus)Cytosaur6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Cyborg Phytosaur
Alignment: Lawful Heroic
AMMO Rating: Potential rating of 7 Threat level of 2
Height: 58 meters(horizontal stance) 85 meters(Upright stance)
Length: 120 meters
Mass: 99,999 tons
Cell Lizard- The octagon shaped scales on the kaiju's sides give him his name, they also give Cytosaur his infamous defense. Infused with a rare form of compound metal named 'Octocytanuim', the interlocking scales might only be on his sides, but the rest of his hide is no less armored. Even the phytosaur's underbelly is covered in small pebble shaped scales that act as chainmail. There is not spot on the massive reptile that is not covered in some form of plated armor. Before he became a cyborg, Cytosaur was a living tank that took on other heavily armored reptiles and won. With his natural shield reinforced acros
Jockey's Glee"Jockey, Jockey!"Jockey's Glee6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They scream at me!
I meet them with a smile,
But they're never happy to see me!
Let's play a game, I know just what to do;
I'll hop on your back, and try to steer you!
Let's see just what fun we can have,
While I scratch at your face with my pretty, clawed hands!
Oops! I've run you into the fire!
Oops! I've run you into a crowd!
Oops! I've run you off of your higher,
Vantage point so we can all take you down!
Oops! I've run you into burning goo!
Oops! I've forced you over to the crying Miss!
Oops! I've lead you to my friend the Tank,
And now he'll punch you to itty-bits!
What fun, what fun, we shall always enjoy!
And now that you're broken, I won't play with you anymore!
I'm off, I'm off, to find my next friend!
So we can play the same game, all over again!
Unburial songOld songsUnburial song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a new tune
and I keep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me.
And I begin again.
Try not to sin again.
to a new moon
I go deep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me
late ego trip
We can't live forever,
so let's sin it up together:
:you overwhelm me:
Acid, Acid"Pocket full of posiesAcid, Acid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the rosies
We all fall down..."
My pretty little smile
Says, "Won't you stay a while?"
I'll use acid, acid
To make you stick around...
But digits on your triggers
Unlike the rings around my fingers
And with acid, acid
I'll make you all fall down...
Burning pretty green goo
Spreads just like the morn dew
It's acid, acid
To make you all slow down...
With pockets full of bottles
And weapons that you coddle
Don't help when acid, acid
Makes you all fall down...
Pretty Spitter's pigtails
Love to dance when she trails
Survivors while her acid, acid
Drips along the ground...
Spitter dear goes bye-bye
Because the bullets flied-flied
And killed her and her acid, acid
Burns her body down...
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
And Nothing Was Okay Anymorewhat if it's not realAnd Nothing Was Okay Anymore6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we're just
lying to each other?
going through the
and nothing more?
what if you're not
and i'm not
and when we told each
other we were
we were secretly lying to
each other and
now everyone can
what if i just
lied to you because
i'm scared of
and i can feel us
i know we're
but i don't know
how to fix it?
and i don't know
if i want it
what if it's
true and you
read it and don't
say anything about
or what if you
do read it
lie to you
about it (again) ?
what happens then?
what happens if i tell the truth?
and know i don't
want it to.
so i won't share
this with the world
not until i know
for certain that
everything is not okay
A Letter.Dear Princess Peach,A Letter.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's-a me again, your ever-so-faithful plumber, Mario.
I just wanted to tell you that after all the shenanigans you've forced me to go through over the years really isn't worth the money I'm rewarded with anymore. I'm tired of having to go save you time after time from a lousy, lame-ass turtle who can't tell what time of day it is. I'm tired of being forced through fields, seas sometimes outer space! of Koopa's, Goomba's, and other enemies that Bowser-the-lame-turtle sends after me.
I'm tired of being forced into going into castle after castle, fighting Bowser's many siblings; and even Bowser Jr. (How in the world did that kid get conceived?) through every game. Do you know how many 1-Ups and restarts I've been forced to go through just to save your Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass?
Save yourself for once.
Against the gaping mawI atoneAgainst the gaping maw6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for every stupid
(do daydreams at night
deserve a name?)
I atone with every waking moment.
They will never leave me be;
the dirty fingers. The shadow figures in my bed.
Playing shadow figure games I can't make out.
The crawlers on the walls. I think the TV is still on
when it never is
for every song I sang
when the audience was long gone
and the leaves were fleeing.
I have the worst timing in the wor
In the black cups I find my nectar.
It pours out of me when I try to swallow it back
again and again. The logic compels me
again and again.
I hear the sound of countless tiny waves
in the cup nation
The days blast into my face
like jet time.
Sometimes you tell me
we're having sex. Sometimes
you're not there. My skin
is peeling and I think of petals.
I am a raw man underneath.
I feel my body with
too many hands.
I want the other ones
I think the TV is off now,
I Like To PretendI like to pretendI Like To Pretend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I have changed
And that everyone else has stayed the same
That I've evolved into something beyond
That which I used to be.
But sometimes, I like to pretend
That I'm the one who's stayed the same
That everyone else are the ones who've changed
And that's why things aren't as they used to be.
I like to pretend
That maybe someday
We'll have this whole thing rearranged
And that maybe
We won't live in a world carefree
But a world more at peace than it used to be.
That maybe we'd have finally made a recovery
That this bad economy
Was after all really just temporary
That the war would finally be ending
And we'd have just a little bit of peace
Before the next breakout of killing sprees.
I don't dream of a world where everything is fine
Because that is such a thin, thin line
That we just imagine we see.
But what I believe
Is that this world is just as it's always been
That these wars won't ever really end
That these grudges by the fine countrymen
Will be carried on by futu
CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 236.) Never do anything after 2am.CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
37.) Show appreciation toward your local gravekeeper, they’re the ones keeping the undead in their graves, you know.
38.) If you ever find yourself at a cemetery and you hear a bell, look for it. When you find the grave with the bell. Crush the bell.
39.) If a clown gives you candy, don't fucking eat it.
40.) Never trust circus people
41.) If you find a mysterious circus and the ringmaster let's you in for free, don't go in.
42.) Don't buy shit like electronics, dolls, toys and strange looking boxes at yard sales and flea markets. You don't know where they've been.
43.) If you see a blue guy with blue tentacles, there's a 50/50 chance he's a monster guy who will kill you or a super cool voice actor with a sexy voice. If you make the wrong choice on the wrong blue guy, that's on you bitch
44.) Stay clear from scarecrows. Those are scary motherfuckers and if you look at them the wrong way they'll skin you alive
45.) It would be smart to get yo
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo