*CreepyPasta*: Water PuppetSome people call me a hero. I can't disagree with them, because it's actually kind of true. Believe it or not, I've saved a drowning man, pulled a girl from a burning building, and I even saved a dog from being swept away by a nasty flood. My friends thought I was crazy, but I thought I was just exercising my humanity. That, and I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. It was my guilty pleasure. I've been sky diving and bungee jumping on more than one occasion. I've jumped off the ledge of a huge water fall hoping that I didn't hit shallow water. I've got a couple of scars to show for my endeavors. I don't really do the adventurous things that I used to anymore. Not after what happened.
About seven years ago, me and a couple of friends were just heading out from a New Years party. It was freezing outside, and we had to walk six blocks to get back to our dorms. We all started walking, dreading the next twenty minutes or so of minus twenty degree weather.
"Hey, w - wait a minute," Jarro
*CreepyPasta*: How Jeff Killed ChristmasWell, hello there,*CreepyPasta*: How Jeff Killed Christmas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Readers young and old,
You're in for quite a treat,
A true tale to behold.
As you can see,
With a title such as this,
I will tell you the tale,
Of how Jeff killed Christmas.
It all started late,
On a silent Christmas Eve,
And our favorite killer, Jeff,
Had something up his sleeve.
Seeing that it was Christmas,
Jeff wanted to do something new,
Something extra special,
But, what was he to do?
Just then, he heard something,
His feet made him pause,
He slowly turned to see,
A fake, drunken Santa Clause.
The wheels started turning,
Jeff had a plan,
He clutched the knife in his pocket,
And that's when it began.
Old Saint Nick saw Jeff,
Heading strait his way,
Maybe he could get a dollar,
From Mr. Jeff today.
"Hey, buddy, wanna help me out?
Now, don't go bein' cheap."
Jeff lunged at the man saying,
"Go to sleep."
He slit Santas throat,
While he squirmed and thrashed,
But there was no escaping,
Being cut and being slashed.
The drunk fell to the ground,
With a noticeable thud
*CreepyPasta*: Pass It OnIt's quite an interesting concept. For those little 'Pass it on' messages I mean. Chain letters and people telling you to 'Post this in five different comments or else you'll die tonight.'. Interesting indeed, but it lacks originality. It's the same story with each one. Pass it on or die. People pass it on, they go on living - happy ending for everyone. But what if there were a little twist?*CreepyPasta*: Pass It On2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let's say that there's a photo out there. It's not one of those, 'Can't find it anywhere else.' type of pictures. It's actually really easy to find. Just use your chosen search engine and type in 'Black and white photo of twins.'. You should receive a variety of different black and white photos of twins, but let me help and tell you what to look for. You're looking for the picture of two twin girls. They're wearing black dresses and white headbands. The twin on the left has a strait face while the one on the right is smiling. Found it? Good. Now, as you can see, there's nothing particularly unnervi
This is Creepy (A CreepyPasta Song)This is Creepy (A CreepyPasta Song)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls from every-where
Ready to experience absolute fear?
Come with us and shake with awe
And you'll fear The Creepypasta
This is Creepy. This is Creepy.
victims see things they'll soon regret.
This is Creepy. Things get quite freaky.
give them nightmares they'll never forget!
It's our world, terror is law
All will fear Creepypasta
I am the one hiding in your home
claws razor sharp that cut you to the bone!
I am the creature masquerading as kin -
wearing your mothers dress as well as her skin!
This is Creepy, this is creepy
[Azrael, Eyeless Jack, Reggie, Seed Eater]
Creepy!! Creepy!! Creepy!! Creepy!
In this world we call home
Everyone chills you to the Bone!
In this world, don't we love it now?
Every night – someone somewhere dies!
Out your Window, standing with its eyes on you,
Someone's waiting now, for you to go to-
[Jeff The Killer, B.O.B. & Mr.Widemouth]
The Black PondI remember the day we first arrived in our new home clearly. My father parked the car before the house, his gruff voice announcing our arrival. I was in the back seat, my sketch book open in my lap as I drew whatever came to mind. My younger brother Ben crawled right across my lap and pressed his face to the car window, looking out at our new home with awe. Irritated that he'd interrupted my drawing, I snapped the book shut and got out of the car, slamming the door in his face with no remorse.The Black Pond3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was scolded for my behaviour, but being sixteen years old, I didn't really care.
The house was old and worn, in dire need of repairs that my father promised to take care of. A double story building with a dark red, slanted roof and grey walls. My mother said it looked like an old Victorian mansion, especially since it was surrounded by a forest. I thought it looked like a rancid old mansion one would expect to find in a horror story, and yet somehow this observation drew me to it and I began to
The Tapping Next DoorFor most of my life I had lived in the same apartment. It was on the third floor and overlooked the busy city. It was also directly next to another apartment, which means you could hear everything going on behind the right-hand side bedroom wall.The Tapping Next Door2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would occasionally hear faint noises coming from behind the wall. There would be scraping, which I assumed was the sound of a chair being pulled along a wooden floor. Sometimes voices could be heard. I guessed they were either from the residents living there or from a TV or radio. And then there was the banging.
The banging was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it really annoyed me. Why wouldn't it? It always seemed to happen when I was trying to sleep and considering my bed was right against the wall where it was loudest, I was usually awoken by it.
It was loud and frantic usually, like someone trying to get attention. I always thought it was a young child doing its best to piss off its parents, but I was never sure. Mostly becaus
Sickly SweetI could remember moving into this neighbourhood like it was just yesterday. Actually, when I think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Must've been about seven months ago when I first arrived. It seemed perfectly normal. I had friendly neighbours, a nice house and a fairly decent job at the gas station in the nearby town.Sickly Sweet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although all of my neighbours seemed cheerful and friendly, there was one specifically who seemed kinder than all of them. Her name was Amanda Robinson, and she lived in the house opposite mine.
She looked about twenty, the same age as me. Her long hair was a light brown colour, just like mine, and her eyes were a moss green, also like mine. We both had fair skin, although hers was slightly paler. A warm smile was always present on her face and for some reason, she always had a few peppermint sweets in her jeans pocket.
I remember first meeting her on the day I moved in. She offered me a peppermint and I gladly accepted. I noticed she didn't eat one herself, but though
Jane the killer x readerJane the killer x readerJane the killer x reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You walked to the pure white door with the black door knob and opened it. You walked in and heared a soft sob.
You looked around and saw a girl. She was very pretty. She had long black hair, pale skin.
"Hey are you ok?"
You approached her and was intimately push to the ground.
"Ah! Shit that hurt!"
You rubed the back of your head and looked up. A deep blush come on to your face. You saw that the girl was on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
Your sweet moment was ruined as soon as you saw a large knife in her hand.she grabed your collar.
"Who the hell are you!?"
You could hear the sadness through her words.
"I-im sorry I...!"
You felt a tear fall on your face. You looked up to her face and saw that she was crying!
"A-are you ok?"
You slowly got up.
"Hey stop! Get back down!"
She tryed to pin you down but her cry made he vrey weak.
She swung at you with here knife but was slow so you dodged her attack and grabed her wrist.
"Hey! Just calm down!"
Let Them Scream - A Let It Go Creepypasta ParodyCreepypasta-Misery: I do NOT own “Let It Go,” nor do I own ANY of the Creepypastas mentioned in this. I DO own this parody, though. If you want to use it, give me credit!Let Them Scream - A Let It Go Creepypasta Parody11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The blood glows red in the forest tonight,
Not a killer to be seen.
A kingdom of Creepypastas,
And it looks like I’m a Proxy.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.
Couldn’t keep it in;
Slender knows I’ve tried.
Don’t let them through,
Don’t let them see,
Be the good girl you always had to be.
Conceal, don’t feel,
Don’t let it show.
Well now it shows!
Let ‘em drown, go to sleep.
Can’t hold it back anymore.
Let them scream, don’t let them go.
You don’t have kidneys anymore.
I don’t care
If they try to scream.
Let the killing go on.
The pastas never bothered me anyways.
It’s funny how some ticking
Makes everything sound right.
And the police that once controlled me,
Can’t get to
Jeff's Gift: Chapter 3 [BENxJeff]BEN felt a chill as he pulled the covers over Jeff and himself. He moved into Jeff's room about two days ago, obviously bringing his music box with him. He still goes to his old room, since all his stuff is in there, but he's always putting more in Jeff's room everyday.Jeff's Gift: Chapter 3 [BENxJeff]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
BEN nuzzeled his face into Jeff's hair. He flinched, however, when he felt something damp. He sat up and looked at Jeff, feeling his eye mask. It was wet.
BEN removed Jeff's eye mask carefully, making sure he didn't wake up. When BEN saw his eyes, they were wet with tears.
'He's crying in his sleep again,' he thought. He looked over at the side table and picked up a picture. 'It's been four years, hasn't it, Liu?' He got out of bed and placed the picture next to Jeff, putting his eye mask back on. BEN kissed him on the forehead before getting dressed and heading downstairs.
He held the railing as he walked slowly down the steps. 'What can I do for Jeff?' he asked himself. 'Today's the day his brother died, he's going to
The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my headThe Dearest Dark Things2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said
They leave me all alone
The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light
They never leave my side
Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek
Trust me I know nothing
Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown
Yes I am their queen
I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art
Look at my lovely dark things
They follow closer, at my heel
And before me, used to kneel
And still do if I keep the deal
But blood is deadly poison
Away we go, away we slam
Another deed for us to damn
Another slaughtered bloody lamb
The dark things, no listen to-
To late, to late
We'll never stop at this rate
Not until our marked death date
What's happening to me, why can't I move
I try to bac
*CreepyPasta*: Just Ignore ItYou're probably a little bit on edge. You've been reading and watching a lot of CreepyPasta today. Your mind is racing, and you think that you can't fall asleep. Don't fret. I'll help to put your mind at ease.*CreepyPasta*: Just Ignore It2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All you have to do is just push all of those stories to the back of your mind. Have faith in the fact that those are just stories and nothing more.
If you see something outside your window, just ignore it. It's just a trick of the eye is all. If you're woken up by footsteps late at night, just ignore it. Your mother is probably just making her way to bathroom. If you hear a door slowly opening with an unnerving sqeak, just ignore it. You're house is old, and it's probably just settling. If you wake up to an odd smell, just ignore it. There are many things in your room that have an odd odour to them. Now, if you wake up to a rather uneasy feeling. Something warm on the back of your neck. Your heart, beating faster than it ever has before. Your body tensed so tightly you think that
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
They Stole My BodyI just want to get away. Away from the noise of this house. It's winter so outside isn't an option so I'll have to settle for the garage. It's not as frigid in there but it's still chilling so I bring a small space heater.They Stole My Body2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find an old lawn chair and set it up next to the only plug I can find. As the ancient off white heater warms up I look around. This place is so dirty. The concrete floor needs sweeping and the corners have bad at least twenty past hosts. I guess it's okay because no one ever comes out here this time of year.
Finally the heater is warmed up. So much that my shins are almost burning. I move them aside so that the rest of my body can feel the tiny sun. After I move my foot I see a quarter sized beetle. It's exoskeleton is dark but where the light hits it the blue and purple metallic undertones are revealed. I've never seen this kind of insect in person before but I know it's not native to this area. It must have been searching for an escape from the winter and found i
It all starts with a sandwich (BEN DrownedXReader)You sat on the ground in front of the cough twisting your hands side to side with your eyes glued to the screen in front of you.It all starts with a sandwich (BEN DrownedXReader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“DAMIT!” You exclaim when you died in the video game. Sighing you turned off the console and walked up to your room. You flopped onto your bed before noticing a game sitting beside your laptop. Tilting your head in curiosity you went over to your desk and sat down on the chair before picking up the game.
“The legend of Zelda Majora's Mask” You said to yourself before shrugging and putting it into your computer to play. After a few minutes you made it to the menu where you saw a file labelled ‘BEN’. You clicked into it and started playing the game. After 10 minutes of the game glitching your character was in the ocean where you saw a statue of Link their unmoving. Not long after you saw it your character drowned. You played the game a few more times till you got bored and a bit creeped out by it so you turned it off and went
Closet (Piggeh/Mr.Chair)Mr. Chair ran through the corrider, a bro hot on his heels. His heels skidded around prominent corners and sharp edges. The brown-eyed man was breathless, much out of shape. He wasn't made to be a track star.Closet (Piggeh/Mr.Chair)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was just reading and sitting around one of the many parlors in the castle, when the monster came out of nowhere. He was too scared to even chairmode; and the PewDiePie stalker was NOT a poofer.
So Mr. Chair took off down corridors and hallways, hips bumping into tables and ajar doors, pain in his back and side from where the Bro swiped him.
Teleporting Naked Guys sometimes threw themselves into him, or blocked his path. This made it even harder to get away safely, as the TNG always dabbled when it came to choosing sides.
And so the brown-eyed man was out of breath, angry, and tired.
His haggard breathing grew louder and louder as he shlumped around rooms and hallways, ones that he was pretty sure he passed beforehand. Mr. Chair felt the stinky breath of the bro on his neck, and
+Cookie+Canada smiled slightly as he slid the pan into the oven and closed it carefully, then pushed the timer button and set it with small beeps coming from the machine.+Cookie+3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He sighed contentedly and picked up Kumijirou, carrying him into the living room and setting him down on the couch. Canada sat down on the couch and yawned slightly.
The door opened for a moment then closed, and Canada instantly knew it was either America... Or Prussia. He blushed lightly at the thought of the Albino.
Said Prussian walked into the living room, looking at Canada curiously. " The awesome me smells cookies... You can cook something other than Pancakes?!" He gasped in mock horror.
Canada pouted and threw a small pillow at Prussia, who easily caught it. "Aw come on Birdie, I was just joking." Canada still pouted. "It wasn't funny." Prussia stepped in front of the Canadian. "Do I need to tickle you to get that smile back~?"
Canada looked up instantly in horror. "Nooooo!" Prussia laughed and stepped back as the oven
Creepypasta's Coming To TownCreepypasta's Coming To Town3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You Better Watch Out,
Get Ready To Cry,
Get Ready To Shout,
I'm Telling You Why:
He Knows If You Are Sleeping,
He Knows When You're Awake,
He Knows About Your Family
Because He Is The Rake.
You Better Watch Out,
Get Ready To Cry,
Get Ready To Shout,
I'm Telling You Why:
Jeff The Killer Is Pissed
Cuz Smile Ate His Knife,
And Slendy's Gettin' Ready To Take A Life;
Masky Sees You Sleeping,
He Hides when You're Awake,
His Best Friend Wears A Frown And Hood,
And He Likes To Eat Cheesecake.
You Better Watch Out,
Get Ready To Cry,
Get Ready To Shout,
I'm Telling You Why:
Zalgo Just Missed
A Chance To Cause Some Strife,
Because Ben Came Back With BRVR As His Wife;
Are You Real?Maddie, are you real? The doctor says you're not.Are You Real?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know you are.
We've been friends ever since Mommy left and Daddy brought home his first bottle of vodka. You played with me every day after school when no one else was because I was weird. You moved away, then came back in college, when Daddy died.
Hey Lance, are you real? Cause the doctor says that you're not.
But I know you are.
You took me to homecoming. We went to Dairy Queen after the first football game of Jr. High. We've met there every Friday night since.
Maryanne, sweetie, I know you exist too.
I know it.
Your Mommy is my best friend. You're her sweet little cherub, and my darling angel. I'll never leave you alone, my baby girl, my darling little goddaughter.
Maddie, the doctor says that he's taking you away.
Please don't let him, Maddie.
I'm scared of him. He smells like soap and antiseptic and old people. He'll take you away. I'll be alone, Maddie. I don't want to be alone. I'm scared of being alone. Please don't let me
Remembering to Feel Chapter SevenChapter SevenRemembering to Feel Chapter Seven2 years ago in Drama More Like This
To Whom it May Concern,
The doctors just gave Sherlock a sedative to help him sleep, and I'm thanking God. His panic attack has died down now, and he's awfully quiet; not asleep yet though. The man needs rest, and frankly so do I. I haven't realized how wiped out I truly am until today. Sherlock is my best mate, and I'm happy to stay here with him, but at the moment I'm sorry to say that he's more trouble than he's worth. It seems I have to be extremely cautious when I'm speaking to him, because I never know what will set him off. I think the next step is figuring out how to help him through these terrible anxiety attacks. I think I'll just start there and take baby steps--that's what I'll have to do to keep up with Sherlock.
"John," I heard Sherlock moan. It was surprising that he hadn't passed out yet, but I wasn't about to ignore him. "John--" he repeated, drawing out the length of my name that time.
"What is it, Sherlock?" I asked him, placing my words down very slowl
Remembering to Feel Chapter SixChapter SixRemembering to Feel Chapter Six2 years ago in Drama More Like This
To Whom it May Concern,
Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. Sherlock was completely unresponsive and panicked for a straight two hours yesterday, and when he finally snapped out of that, he was only shouting the same four words over and over until he finally cried out a new word. "Bear". He said the word bear, I can't figure out why. I tracked Sherlock's severe panic attack back to just one word. One word I will not say around him again--flower. Why though? What was so wrong with the word flower? Maybe it wasn't the word in of itself, maybe it was something that the word brought up for him. It haunted me. It frightened me. What other words would flip a switch for him? I wouldn't know until it happened again, and I didn't want it to happen again.
"Good morning, Sherlock," I said as Sherlock's eyes slowly flickered open. He glanced over at me and repeated the word "good", a weak grin on his tired face.
"That's right," I chuckled, "it's a good morning."
Remembering to FeelTo Whom it May Concern,Remembering to Feel2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I dunno even know how many days its been since I've moved in with Sherlock Holmes. I lost count after the first year. We've been through much together, me and Sherlock, and at times I consider him my brother, sometimes he's just my mate, and other times I see him as a machine. In more recent days, he's been the machine and I can't quite pin-point why. Sherlock Holmes is definitely not an open book; no one but his brother knows anything about him, and God knows I'm not asking him. It would be nice, though, to understand why Sherlock is the way he is. He can't naturally be this emotionless and mechanical, right? I didn't expect to care so much, but as it turns out...I do.
"Do you see him?" Sherlock asked me as he pointed to a middle aged man who sat a couple tables away from us.
I nodded and continued to chew my dinner. Sherlock stared at me with a waiting expression for a solid forty five seconds before I replied with, "yes, Sherlock, I do."
"He's not on business