PT6: I SURVIVED.
Am I crazy?
Slowly, I walked, feeling the eyes that didn't exist on his face watching me. Watching my every movement. His proxy failed to get me, I wondered why he didn't just come and get me now. Just get it over with. I guess he fed on the fact that he was driving me crazy. My eyes were so tired, but they were stuck open. I wondered what time it was. I wondered who that girl, Cassie, exactly was. When did she get taken? It hardly mattered anymore. She was dead, set free from the suffering. I didn't know if it was a good idea to kill her. She could've helped me.
It doesn't matter. I told myself. I couldn't change what I did. She was dead. I killed someone.
I killed someone ...
I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to be alone, sleeping alone. I needed to be with someone I trusted, a sleep over. I had no blood on me other than the bottom of my shoes, but it wasn't noticeable. I walked for what seemed like an eternity, trying my best not to just pull my hair
PART 7: I SURVIVEDPART 7: I SURVIVED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stared at my charred house. I looked at the firefighter who knelt down next to me, rubbing my shoulder. His eyes were sincere, sadness coating ever fiber in his body. He must've seen this everyday, a fire, loss of life within, or someone gone missing, yet his sadness was sincere, kind, gentle, no façade within his stare. He rubbed my shoulder and gave me a hug. I started crying instantly, wrapping my arms around his frame, feeling safe, even a little bit.
"I'm sorry." I heard his voice say, echoing within my head. I didn't know what to do. I was sobbing, the feeling of loss finally filling my core. My brother was gone, who barely began to live, and now my mother was gone. I had no one, the rest of my family was scattered across the country. I didn't look up from the fireman, I kept hugging him, not looking up to see the charred remains of what I once called home. The fireman didn't let go of me, hugging me still, and once more muttered his sorry's, and that he wis
PT3: I SURVIVED.PT3: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
He was torturing me.
When we got home, I didn't separate from my mom. I was too afraid. I looked around while holding hands with my mom, looking around for him. I realised, it wasn't my imagination. He was real. Very real. I didn't see him anywhere. I triple checked. It felt like it took 5 minutes to reach the door to the house, but it only took 30 seconds. We came inside, my mother led me upstairs. She had her bag over her shoulder, a large business bag. She helped me to my room, and helped me lie down on my bed.
"Here." My mom said, going into her bag and giving me a laptop. "This'll keep you entertained while you're here at home. I need to go back to work honey." She said, giving me a kiss on my forehead. I was going to be alone. I wanted to tell her to not go, but my mouth was dry with words I couldn't verbalize. Before I could say anything the door shut and I heard the door open to the outside. I heard it close shortly after it opened.
I panicked, jumpin
PT1: I SURVIVED.PT1: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Alright..from the beginning...I got sick.
I came home from school at 3:00, my first day of middle school. God, it sucked. I walked into the house, already up to my knees in homework. My mom's voice echoed from the kitchen, "Hello?" I heard her say. I took a deep breath, my lungs itched. I coughed, and threw my books down on the table, setting my backpack next to the table as well.
"Hi, Mom." I said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down. I put my head down on the cold tile of the counter in front of me. Our kitchen was somewhat like a bar set up - we had stools by the counter in the middle, where we had our breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together as a family. My mother stopped cleaning the dishes, turning off the flowing hot water from the sink. She sat down next to me.
"Hard day at school?" She asked, concern coating her soft voice. I lifted my head from the counter and looked at my mom, nodding my head slowly. I coughed into my arm, then felt my mother's cold hand upon m
PT2: I SURVIVEDPT2: I SURVIVED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I was scared, but what 12 year old wouldn't be?
I woke up, my alarm clock going off. I woke up in a sweat, and I looked around. I heard nothing but the birds chirping outside. I got up, shaky up on my feet, walking over to the window. I peeked out the curtains. There wasn't anything, just the sun rising over the horizon - my signal to go to school soon. I wasn't feeling much better, but I decided to go to school anyways. I haven't missed a single school day in my life.. I thought to myself. It was after all, only the 2nd day of school. I gathered my things, coughing here and there. Slowly, the coughing was becoming hacking, gasping for air. Slowly, I made my way downstairs. No one was home, my little brother went to the baby sitters while my Mom went to work. My dad didn't live with us anymore, but that's a long story.
I walked outside into the warm summer weather that lingered. The warm weather made me feel a bit better, but then a cold chill passed by me like
PT4: I SURVIVED.PT4: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I CANNOT BE LEFT ALONE.
I got up off of my bed, walking out of my room and into my moms bedroom. I picked up her camera. I had a need to record myself. To keep my thoughts documented. I needed to hide this camera from my mom, so she would not know that I had taken it from her room. I also couldn't let her find out about the Tall Man. I set up the camera on the desk in front of my bed and sat in front of it, leaned in a bit. I had my curtains closed, lights on, and my door locked again. I checked under my bed again, nothing. I looked at the camera, pressing a button and turning it on to record.
I took a deep breath. I wanted to record herself, if I were to die, someone would find the recordings, know what happened to me. I took another breath, and spoke.
"I'm Alice. I know it's probably not a good idea to record myself, but..well, I'm doing it. For my sake and, maybe yours." She paused, coughing. "A good idea though, if you find these and I happen to be missing when you do..."
PART 8: I SURVIVEDPART 8: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
That's why the children looked so upset. They were miserable.
Just like me....
The old, rotting floors creaked as I walked towards the children who were staring coldly at me. So much had happened in only the span of 3 days. My Mum was gone, my house was gone..Everything I had, gone. I supposed I'd better start getting used to it. I felt like things were only going to get worse, and I did not feel welcomed in this orphanage because of the stares the other children gave me. Stepping into the room where the other kids were, one stood up and looked at me. He looked as if he was 14 or 15, I wasn't sure. He appeared to be Latino, tan skin and dark chocolate hair decorated his head in a messy fashion.
"Hey." He was the first to talk to me. His voice was husky, rough like he hadn't had some water in a very long time.
"Hi.." I said quietly, not very much in the mood to talk considering all that had just happened. On the bright side, though, at least I wasn't alone. The Tall Man wanted me
PT5: I SURVIVED.PT5: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o
PART 9: I SURVIVEDPART 9: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared into the girl's eyes; this girl named Bella. A spark of hope ignited within my core, but I couldn't put down my guard. I didn't know who to trust. I wouldn't be sure until a few days pass; a few days to get to know this girl. I sighed, nervously running a hand through my hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could give out a sound, a shrill voice pierced through the silent air.
"Alright!" The voice shrieked; movement appeared to cease from the other kids in the room. The desk lady walked into the room, impatiently clapping her hands as if to gesture 'chop chop' or 'hurry up'. "Lights out time! Get into your rooms!" She clapped once more as if to shoo the kids, her impatience growing every second a child was in her presence.
Before Bella got out, she whispered something towards me, in a hushed voice. "This place is surrounded in a woods, if you haven't noticed. You're going to feel a temptation to go in them, don't do it, alright? Even in the day."
PART 10: I SURVIVEDPART 10: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God help me. God help us all.
The night passed slowly. I not once closed my eyes for more than 5 seconds. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't going to let myself sleep. Slowly, I rose from the ground and opened my door. Kids were waking up now, and Bella was right near my door. She smiled a bit, looking at me with sorrow in her eyes.
"How did you do?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I've had rougher nights. So I'm alright."
A few minutes passed and everyone went into the kitchen and sat down silently at their tables. I sat next to Bella quietly and breakfast was served. Fake eggs, and sausage for everyone. I hardly touched my food. I wasn't hungry, I stopped feeling hunger a while ago. Bella did the same, barely touching her food.
I felt like I was going to be spending all my life in this damn orphanage.
Weeks passed. I grew evermore paranoid and started to detach myself from other people. I felt as if all the other kids were plottin
Pokemon Creepypasta- Abandonment HurtsPokemon Creepypasta- Abandonment Hurts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokémon Creepypasta Abandonment Hurts
I have always been a fan of the Pokémon series ever since I was 2 in 1998 when it came out. I didn't really know that it was a game at first so I just watched the TV. show. Then I played my first Pokémon licensed game: Pokémon Pinball at my doctor's office on his Gameboy colors in the waiting room but finally when I was 5 I would Finally get my own Pokémon game for my own Purple see-through Gameboy color that I had gotten for my 5th birthday along with Pokémon Crystal Version. I loved that thing to death I played it all the time even though I couldn't read some of it but I still loved it all the same.
I popped in the cartridge and watched as the Gameboy screen flickered on with a "Ding!" and watched my first Pokémon journey unfold as something rushed past in the grass and a Pichu and Wooper came up to see what it was. There it was: Suicune running through the fields.
~ Slender's First Friend : Part 1 ~It was the afternoon of a clear, warm, September day. There weren't many clouds in the sky today, which meant I probably wouldn't get that rain I wanted and loved. I was taking a stroll, curious to see how the nearby humans were doing. I had been doing this for as long as I can remember, yet it still amused me. Sometimes I jump out and frighten people who are up to no good. Sometimes I approach children slowly, trying to make friends, which was never successful. As I walked along leisurely, making sure not to make any noise, I heard something that caused me to freeze.~ Slender's First Friend : Part 1 ~3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Daddy, please don't make me go back there ! Please ! "
I turned my head in the direction it came from and carefully crept over. I figured out what I had heard. As I watched from a distance, stalking from the forest beyond the backyard, concealed in the trees as not to draw attention to myself, I peered into the open window, as a small child cried and argued with her parents. She was only a little girl, about six or seve
Pokemon Creepypasta-the infernoPokemon Creepypasta- The Inferno.Pokemon Creepypasta-the inferno3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Who is there, a visitor? You don't seem to be her; I guess it is safe to talk. Who am I you ask? I was a pokemon trainer; I had been on my journey but because of a situation, I wound up in this mess. Confused are you? I guess I should start in the beginning, it all started like this. I was just starting out in my journey, I wanted to be a fire type trainer so I had chosen a charmander of course, but as much I loved that charmander, my prized friend was a vulpix that I stumbled onto soon after I started out. The poor thing was injured, I couldn't tell what caused the injuries, but at the time, all that mattered was helping that little one. Looking back, I regret ever having helped her. I treated her right on the spot before rushing her to a pokemon center. When she came to after being tr
paint it red: pokemon HORRORI love my sky,paint it red: pokemon HORROR4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My beautiful, smiling sky.
Her happy, bright eyes shine brighter than any sun, and sparkle better than a universe of stars. Her sadness are my grey storms, tears fall heavy like rain down on my world, I want to touch the sky. I want to love the sky.
I look up longingly at the square frame that surrounds my Steffi's face, we have been together for years even though divided by worlds. As she grew older she would reset the game many times but my feelings towards her remain unchanged. I love her with every cursed pixel of my being. I am too shy how ever to speak to her, I remain silent during game play, my pokemon can sense my emotions towards her, and the people here respect my choice. But they fear my emotions, for mine revolve around my Steffi and this world revolves around me.
When something has happened to my love, when she is hurt I am filled with a great rage, the game becomes harsh and filled with feisty trainers and savage pokemon always leaping from the grass. Howe
Slenderman Creepypasta/Story part 1Slenderman Creepypasta/Story part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I jolted up from my sleep. Another nightmare. I see the same thing every night. The pale, blank face of a man in a suit. I really need therapy. I checked my alarm clock to see the time. 7:45 A.M.
I dragged myself out of bed and walked downstairs. Sitting there were my 3 friends. Mike, James, and Carter. They already made breakfast. "Hey, you need to set that alarm clock to a louder noise. We didn't even hear it." By the way, we all live together as roommates. To save money on separate houses. Plus, i don't any of us could get enough money to pay the rent for 4 different houses. Oh, and also, my name is Toby.
I sat down at the table and slammed my face against it. I almost fell asleep again until some one slapped me in the face, put down a plate and yelled, "EAT SOME BACON AND WAKE UP." Typical James.
I lifted my head and ate the bacon and eggs on the plate. "Hey, have you guys ever heard of that mythical creature that lives in the forest?" Carter asked. James laug
LOVE ME -Pokemon Creepypasta-It was a friday afternoon.LOVE ME -Pokemon Creepypasta-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was bored, and decided to play my DS.
My hand shuffles through my room, as I try to look for my Soulsilver. I haven't played it in awhile, and decided to play it now.
Finnaly, I see a black, flipped over cartraige, and let out a sigh of relief that I get to play it at last.
I grab my pink DS case, and find my rosey pink DS waiting there for me to play it. I slip in my Soulsilver, and the usual intros and warnings pop up.
At last, I get to choose my old character, which I chose the name "MIA" for. The game goes strait into a cave. My Feraligatr was shaking, and lets out his usual cry.
Suddenly a text box comes up; "Gloom wants to battle!" 'W-what?!' I thought. 'Since when are Gloom in Soulsilver?!' I shake my head, making Feraligatr use a water attack on Gloom. All the sudden, the whole game goes black. I thought at first, that, my DS turned off, but it was still on. My heart pounds in my chest. Suddenly the whole screen was shaking, and a bloody Poochyena r
Pokemon Creepypasta: Eternity's ObsessionRecently I had gotten Pokémon Black Version as a gift from one of my Grandparents and I couldn't wait to play it! I mean seriously, I had been stuck with SoulSilver for over a year and while it was a great game to play it got old after a while... I ejected SoulSilver out of my DS and put in the cartridge for Black Version. I started the game like I would with any other Pokémon game and chose the Male Character, naming him HUNTER as I did with every Pokémon game I had ever played. It didn't take long for it to get to the part where I selected my Pokémon, they were in a box that looked like a present in my Character's room.Pokemon Creepypasta: Eternity's Obsession3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Inside were four Pokéballs, having not played Black Version before I thought this was normal if a bit different from the other Pokémon games where there were usually three Pokéballs to choose from. at first I thought I was going to choose Tepig because Snivy and Oshowatt didn't look cool enough, but when I got to the four
Slenderman- Slenderman -Slenderman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come little children, come all around
Just make sure not to make a sound
Run, run as fast as you can
If you're ever to see the Slenderman
He wears a suit as black as night
He has no eyes, but you're always in his sight
He'll have you breathe your last breath
If you're ever to see him, it will result in your death
The notes, the notes will show you the way
Just remember you'll have to pay
The Ⓧperator will put you under his spell
If you're ever to see him, you'll be in hell
He's often seen in the trees
He won't listen to your pleas
He'll follow you to your home
He'll lead you to your tomb
You may try to run
To him, it just adds to the fun
You may try to hide
Only to find him by your side
You may think the lights will help you
Oh, if only you knew
He doesn't care if it's dark or light
When you see him, you'll be in for a fright
It has already began
You'll soon be with the Slenderman
Evil Things Never ChangeEverything was blurry for a moment, as two drained eyes opened, a low groan emitting from her throat. A distinc throbbing sensation pounded in the back of her skull and all of her limbs hurt. She couldn't think of a place on her body that wasn't sore or aching.Evil Things Never Change3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As things slowly started to clear, she recognized she was on a cement floor. The room looked familiar, as the brunettes eyes fluttered open. She was currently curled in the middle of the floor, a black coat wrapped around her.
Lifting her head, she realized she was alone. Alone for once. It was just her, the sickeningly familiar coat and the floor. However, she knew better than to actually think it was just her and herself. He was always around, hiding somewhere. She was never truly alone.
Ever since that fateful night she had been abducted. How she managed to weasel a deal out of the monster, she still wasn't quite sure, however, he had made the agreement terms quite clear whenever he could. He seemed to like to rub just how de
Pokemon- Hypno's Second Chance--Chapter IIt all began after I had on my Cerulean badge. I was chilling at the Pokémon center, waiting for Nurse Joy to complete healing my Crobat, Cyndaquil, Shiftry and Dugtrio. Yes, this is quite an interesting selection of Pokémon I have here, but I'm still new, so I was experimenting around. I'm minding my business, watching Cyndaquil eat her nummies and light up like a Christmas tree...then some old man comes...He looks worn and torn, like he couldn't sustain life anymore. Dreaded gray hair and a nice long beard, he approached me, humming an unfamiliar song.Pokemon- Hypno's Second Chance--Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you know this song, little girl?" He had good diction as he spoke slowly.
Cyndaquil hopped on my lap in defense without burning me. "No, sir..."
"For it be the theme of Lavender Town..."
I've heard of that place, that's where Pokémon go when they die. They rest in this tower that's over 50 feet tall, I assume. I've never been inside. My mother's Azumarill got into a train accident and was hoisted up there.
"Oh...I see....Is there a
Ivy CreepypastaI sighed, the day had been completely boring as usual, until lunch. I had just got home for school. During lunch my friends had been talking about Pokemon, an odd topic considering we were in high school. They had been talking about all these weird stories they heard on a site called creepypasta on how strange stuff with Pokemon had happened to these people. I listened and laughed when one of my friends told me all this stuff was true, I told her those stories were a load of shit....boy, was I about to find out how wrong I was.Ivy Creepypasta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I decided to play my new, well new to me, considering my mom got it used at game stop(I was slightly behind in the Pokemon fad) Diamond game that my mom had bought me for getting good grades. I smiled and opened the case, the game cartridge look a little darker than I expected but I just ignored that and put the game in, the title screen came up, it had an old saved game so I decided to play it out of curiosity . I was surprised and a little freaked out to find
Pokemon Creepypasta: BetrayalPokemon Creepypasta: Betrayal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal Friday afternoon, school finally had been dismissed a couple hours ago. I didn't expect much to happen much, especially since it was a school day.
But boy was I wrong.
I'm a normal 14 year old girl, with a normal family. I have a normal DSi, which I had gotten a few months ago for my birthday.
But, ever since I had gotten my first DS Lite, there was one game I had always wanted: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon.
I would beg for it like a child who would beg for a simple toy. But no, this is complex technology that I craved.
I had to have it. And I got it.
Now, back to the topic of the afternoon after school, I was just sitting on my bed, playing my Pokemon Soul Silver that I had gotten for Christmas.
Off the speakers of my little Ds came the cry of a Quilava. That's right, a simple little Quilava. I had an 'unhealthy' obbsession with the little guy, and never did I let it evolve into its Typhlosion form.
He was my baby Flame.
As the beeping noise of "Low H
The Pokemon HauntingWhen I was about six years old, my friend had come over to show me her new toy. At first I was jealous, after all, I barely ever got new toys, then I felt bored. Whatever. Probably some stupid little talking toy that would get thrown into a closest and never seen again.The Pokemon Haunting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was I wrong.
When she came into the door my heart melted. In her arms was a perfectly clean, adorable, gotta-have Pikachu plush.
Jealousy and longing stabbed my heart and I let out a squeal of excitement. "How cuuute!" I squeaked and ran over, bending down and staring intently into the black, plastic eyes on its face. It's mouth was open in an excited, happy pose.
I touched the sewed black nose on it, and sighed. "You are sooo lucky to have this." I murmured, then she laughed.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Let's go play some Gamecube!" Reluctantly I followed her downstairs. When she tossed the perfect little Pikachu onto my cold couch I almost yelled, but instead I acted like it didn't even faze me and sat down next to her, al
INTRO: I SURVIVED.INTRO: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Do we really have to make a big deal about this?" I asked, looking at large studio camera behind the man talking to me. His name was Ed, he asked me to talk about my experiences, my near death experience, that is. I stared into the large lens of the camera with hard eyes. Ed looked at me, and parted his lips.
"Well, Alice, you agreed to an interview. We wish to share your story across television. Is that alright?" Ed asked me.
A pause, I bit my lip. "Yeah. That's fine. Not a damn person will believe a lick of it, they'll have to go through what I did to believe me." I said. "...And I hope they never do." I sighed, looking down from the camera lens. The nervousness in my chest faded.
"Now, let me ask you a few questions, how old are you now, Alice?"
"I'm 16." I plainly answered, then came the next question.
"When did you begin being followed by..what you describe as, a tall man?"
"I was 12 when it began." I answered, again.
"When did he stop following you?"
"I'm not even sure if he has
Pokemon Creepypasta-obsession part 2Three months after everything got started with the whole mess involving my gardevoir, I have been too nervous to play my games. I try to play them both online and off line but Mizore keeps on appearing on whatever I play, regardless of whether it is on or offline. Finally I decide to settle this once and for all.Pokemon Creepypasta-obsession part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I took out HG and turned it on, making sure that it connected to the wifi. Once it was set up, I started the game and headed for the place to trade pokemon online. I answered mizore in enigmatic ways or said nothing the entire way. Once there, she asked me if she was going to be getting a new friend. I said yes since she was going to be with new pokemon soon.
Once in, I found to my luck that there was a Mewtwo for a trade and that a gardevoir was wanted. I made the trade and soon found myself rid of Mizore. Before she went into the pokeball for the trade though, she actually looked out at m