Fact and FancyHow dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,
And wreck the solace of the poet's mood!
Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art,
Rejects the language of the glowing heart;
Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;
Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause;
Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review,
And sneers because his fables are untrue!
In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast
The grateful legends of the storied past;
Whose tongue in censure flays th' embellish'd page,
And scorns the comforts of a dreary age:
Wouldst strip the foliage from the vital bough
Till all men grow as wisely dull as thou?
Happy the man whose fresh, untainted eye
Discerns a Pantheon in the spangled sky;
Finds sylphs and dryads in the waving trees,
And spies soft Notus in the southern breeze
For whom the stream a cheering carol s
The Creepypast Survival Guide1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.The Creepypast Survival Guide4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2.Actually mirrors are a general "NO", In creepypasta world, there is nothing more sinister.
3.There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.
4.If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.
5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.
6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interests to politely decline.
7.Killing is the last method of survival, use it sparingly but without fear.
8.WHO WAS PHONE? is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead person's sexy daughter. A douche is who.
9.Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 silver bullets. If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation,
Creepypasta-Don't Look Back---A small empty room: a closet, pantry, small bathroom, etc, with no windows. The room should be big enough and empty enough for a single person of your size to stand in without touching the walls or door. If the only thing you have to work with has windows, cover them so that no light can come through.Creepypasta-Don't Look Back4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
---A method of telling time
---A pen/pencil and some paper
HOW TO PLAY:
This game is best played alone. Your guests may not come if they feel like there's already a crowd.
This game is best played AT NIGHT.
---Turn off all sources of noise: phones, TVs, etc.
---Turn on the light in the room you're using. If it is an unlit room, place a lit candle or a flashlight so that it provides light inside.
---Start at the furthest point at your house from the room and go from room to room calling "I'll be ready soon!"
---When you get to the room, take the paper and write, "You are invited! A gathering, hosted by (your name). Takes place from (time you start - an hour from start t
CreepyPasta- StrangerIf you are the type who eats out regularly, a stranger might join you at the table one day. This stranger will always appear to be of your age and sex, and he/she will only appear if you are alone. No matter what style of restaurant it is, he will always be carrying his own plate of food.CreepyPasta- Stranger4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a few seconds, he will look directly at you and say, "You seem like an interesting person. May I know you better?" Say yes and he will begin to ask you questions about yourself in-between bites. These questions will be innocuous enough at first: what your name is, what you do for a living, and so forth. Should you open your mouth to answer, you will be forced to tell the truth, even if you do not consciously know what the truth is.
Remain silent and the stranger will scowl at you, pick up his plate, and leave. You will never see him again. If you do indulge his questions, however, they will grow darker and darker as the food leaves his plate, and it will become harder and harder to resist answer
Creepypasta- Lightless CityDo you have someone you hate? Someone you would do anything to hurt, pay any price for vengeance? If so, you may want to consider visiting Lightless City.Creepypasta- Lightless City4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To get there, go to any decent sized city and find a deserted alleyway at night. Go into it, and close your eyes as tightly as you can. Whisper "Lightless City", and concentrate on the darkness. You"ve probably noticed that there are faint colors and abstract shapes you can make out if you try to focus your eyes when they"re closed, watch those images go by. After a few minutes, the images should start to get clearer and brighter.
When this happens, they"ll start taking on detailed forms, images of violent murders, deformed animals, and similar things. No matter what you see, keep your eyes closed. You"ll start to lose track of time, but eventually the images will stop, and you"ll see pure darkness, nothing but deep black, no colors or shapes. When you"re certain that you see pure darkness, open your eyes.
You will now be in a very d
CreepyPasta- Sever the cordMany have speculated that the plane in which we live is not the only plane in existence. Those who say this will usually then go on to ponder realms of mystery and wonder. The truth is, there is a second plane, but it is not filled with the euphoric images that most people conjure up. However, it is not filled with horrors, either, rather, it is a perfect emulation of our world. There is no difference at all. Whatever exists in our plane also exists on the Second Plane. Even you exist on the Second Plane. In fact, those ?copies? of ourselves, those extra-dimensional clones, are bonded to us. Whatever action we take, they take, and vice versa. That means that, in the other plane, that other you is reading this right now.CreepyPasta- Sever the cord4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this Second Plane, there is only one difference. A God resides there, though some may call him a Devil, watching over the mirrors of those in Our Realm. This God has no mirror. He resides only in the Second Plane. Our 'Copies' cannot see him, either, for unknown reas
Lost Episode - Courage the DogEveryone here loves Courage, but who exactly is he? He's a scared dog that does whatever he can to protect his home, Nowhere.Lost Episode - Courage the Dog4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where is Nowhere? Is it the place where there is nothing? No one? No hope? Hell?
Courage protects his home and makes sure no one harms Muriel. His master sits in his chair and hates everything and everyone. Whenever something evil comes to attack or rule over Nowhere, Courage fights back. He keeps Muriel safe and Eustace's home from being destroyed.
Muriel always sees a new head on Courage whenever something evil comes to warn her, giving him multiple heads.
Courage will forever stay in Nowhere (Hell) to protect his home, keep Muriel (humanity) safe from evil (Le Quack [greed], Fred [murder], Katz [hate], etc). His master, Eustace (Satan), will rule over and hate all that is Nowhere (Hell).
He is stuck in the middle of Hell and loves his home. He is Cerberus, our courageous, cowardly dog.
CreepyPasta- One of ThemAny night, around ten or eleven PM, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second - no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word, "One," out loud and stop.CreepyPasta- One of Them4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your breath will catch in your throat and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again - however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold, metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hur
You're not scared, right?You're lying in your bed, the low sound of your Air Conditioner is the only thing that separates you from total silence.You're not scared, right?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know, that kind of silence, heavy and thick, like a roar. That kind of silence in which you would hear the sound of a needle touching the floor; The kind of silence in which you can hear your heart beating while you cuddle more and more with your pillow.
That kind of silence.
The sound of your AC is the only thing you can hear, a sound that normally is ignored, until it is the only sound that is there. It is comforting, a kind of soft sound. But suddenly, your room becomes warm again, and the sound stops, as when the vent makes a silent short-circuit. For your misfortune, you weren't asleep yet, and the silence becomes present.
You should be comforted of hearing any sound; Which compensates the lack of vision due to the darkness. But you are not. That kind of environment that puts you on the edge, the kind that makes you heart pound faster a
Dr.SmileyHello there, my name is Doctor Smiley. Needless to say I am not your usual doctor, unlike the doctors in the present day hospitals who try their best to cheat death. I on the other hand, welcome death and help my patients to embrace it!Dr.Smiley3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why just the other day I found a young lady on the street, she looked like she was slowly dying of anorexia. So I gave her a smile, kissed her hand, and promised to help her. She was charmed and followed me as I led her to my office; A small building on the outskirts of town, you've probably seen it before... The one with the shutters that are just hanging by a small strip of wood or metal, the white paint slowly chipping off of the wall, the one with the plastic and cardboard covering the windows...The one you always asumed was empty...
I call this building my home and my clinic, I help all of my patients here.
After I got back to my clinic with the girl she was quite frightened, I thought it was cute, like a little mouse. I just gave her my usual swee
The Night TerrorThe Night Terror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gazing over the islands cliff
An escapade destroyed
Staring at the bits of ship
My emotions to be toyed
The sound of the crewmen
The girth of their keeper
The unbearable silence
Sinking deeper and deeper
Slipping into a ravenous trance
Past events depleted
And so as I, a madman, hence
The tragedy conceded
Grinning at my merciless wake
A broken man emerged
Realization of what's at stake
A "mercy killing" I served
His body lye sound and still
My heart transforms cold
Questioning the Lords will
To the Devil my soul is sold
Asking at my whit's end
"What shall Agnes envision?"
Backing away, my mind bent
In this asylum of a prison
Oh Agnes sweet Agnes
What vision do you intend on waking?
To the sight of your beloved sunrise
Or the sight of me, your undertaking
Stepping swiftly to the trees
My heart ferociously racing
Pondering curiously of your needs
I ask "Is it worth waiting?"
The crimes I have carried
Your poor soul unknowing
It shall be in Heaven, do not be wary
For bliss, I shall be bes
CreepyPasta- InspirationYou know those long, involved ritual creepypastas, the ones that involve a million different steps - the ones where if you breathe at the wrong second you die? Ever ponder who figured it out? It couldn?t have been trial and error - you don?t get a second try at something like that.CreepyPasta- Inspiration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The answer?s actually pretty simple. Nobody figured it out.
He already knew.
There?s? an entity, I suppose you could call it, although I always think of it as a little boy. He seems to enjoy playing around with people, you see.
And he knows all the rituals, or at least all the real ones. So sometimes he spreads out the information. Ever felt inspired to write some piece of horror that seemed to contain elements that didn?t even exist in your nightmares? Ever had a disturbing idea for some horrible but compelling rite that seemed to ?just come to you?? It might have been him working through you.
If you get one of those flashes, write it down and post it. I can?t guarantee y
HeartlessHeartless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgive me my love.
For I have found another.
One who is kind, caring, mesmerizing, and glowing with hope.
As you were, before our darkest day.
You remember don't you?
You came home, and found a chair, lying in solitude on its side.
But you stopped caring when you saw your thrashing husband gasping for his last and lone breath.
And instead of leaving well enough alone, you saved him.
You saved me.
But I ask, why save me just to leave, and have me suffer?
So you packed your things.
You slammed the car door.
And you drove away.
Not even batting an eye.
Did your heart long for my warmth?
Or was I yet another insignificant pawn in your twisted game of betrayal?
I kept wondering this as you disappeared from view.
And I kept staring at the sunset, waiting for your return.
So much time wasted.
But then I thought.
"Why show you any compassion?"
So I walked back to the lone chair, and stood it upright.
The night was horrid.
The peace and serenity was dismantled by ale and blood.
As if you cared
The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The sound of faint footsteps could be heard upon the frost covered pavement. It was a cool autumn evening, the sun had set only a few hours ago. Emily could see her breath in the frigid air as she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear.
She held several books to her chest as she walked. She had spent the whole day at the library until closing time. She knew she was not allowed by her parents to be out after dark but surly they would understand she needed to do research for her essay paper.
The wind rustled the branches of leafless trees. Besides the wind and branches it was quiet, so quiet. It made her feel somehow paranoid. She sighed a bit as she continued down the sidewalk, adjacent to the park.
She continued to walk until she found something obstructing her path just under the street lamp. She blinked as she knelled down in curiosity.
It was a 12 inch ball jointed doll that sat before her. She reached her hand out to it while her other hand held t
CreepyPasta - Drip Drip DripYou toss and turn in your bed. Not wanting to wake up from your ultimate freedom, your dreams. But the feeling is too strong. Your bladder is causing your lower abdomen to grow sore. You gotta go. Now.CreepyPasta - Drip Drip Drip4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up slowly, you turn to look at your clock. 3:18AM. Fuuck. Why couldn't it have been around 6 or something? You got to get up early so you won't miss the bus again. Your mom got so pissed off at you today, and complained about you not going to bed early, staying up too late playing video games or some shit like that. Which, is only half true at times...
Kicking off the covers, you feel the nice sheet of warmth peel back off. You get out of bed, walk across your room and began to slowly turn the knob, not wanting to make too much noise. Might wake up your brother, who's sleeping just down the hall. Pulling back the door with a swift motion, you creep down the hallway to get to the bathroom. The closer you got to it, the more the floor creaked. You bit your lip, hoping t
The RakeThe RakeThe Rake5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I haunt your closet in the middle of the night
During this time you are a delightful sight
And if you see me my skin is white
My black eyes can see into your soul
And before you know it, I go hide in my hole
My name is the Rake and
The next time we meet, your neck I will break
So fear me, for your family's sake
CreepyPasta- Candy"Mom," said the little girl, rubbing her eyes and standing in the doorway to her mother's room.CreepyPasta- Candy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mom, the Easter Bunny is eating my candy," she said.
"Nonsense, baby," the woman replied. "The Easter Bunny gives out candy, he doesn't eat it..."
The woman lightly shook her covers and continued to speak, halfway into her pillow and halfway to her daughter, "Go back to sleep, baby..."
"But, mom," the girl said. "The Easter Bunny is eating candy!" She now spoke in a more serious tone, almost as if she were going to cry.
Her mother sat up and opened her arms. "Baby, I just told you. The Easter Bunny doesn't eat candy, he hands it out to little children. Besides, it's not even Easter yet. Go back to sleep," she said in her kindest voice.
"Okay, mom," the child sighed as she turned to walk out the room.
The woman smiled and thought, 'Crazy kid with her lively imagination,' and went back to sleep on a whim.
Out in the hallway, the little girl stood for a while staring at the Easter Bunny eating