Noises(WARNING: general horror)
Sometimes the things that scare us most aren't works of fiction. More often than you would think they are the things that we have lived through. I'll share with you, whether you choose to believe me or not, one of those tales.
It was summer the first time it had happened. I was home alone that night. I was watching a favored show when the noise started. It was so soft and subtle at first that I hadn't really noticed it. It wasn't until the commercial break that I heard that soft tapping more fully.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I still remember the way it sounded. It seemed to echo off the walls in that dark room before finding me again. I naturally thought I had just scared myself into hearing it. After all it was a scary program I had been watching. I still felt terribly uneasy but I shoved the feeling aside when the show had started again.
I didn't notice the noise again for the rest of the airing. By the end of the program I was content again and comfortable. I could fee
pewDIEpie(Warnings: general horror)pewDIEpie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's just a game. I know that but I'm not so sure it makes as much sense as it used to. I wish I could pretend that simple phrase still brought me so much comfort.
I started playing these horror games a long time ago. I will admit that I'm pretty easily scared but it looked like fun. I didn’t see any harm in it. I was wrong in so many ways though. I understand that now. I know you won't listen to me. Not many people take me very seriously anyway. I am being serious though.
Don't play those horror games too much. When I started playing them it was no big deal. I would get a little scared but at the end of the day I could just turn off the monitor. In that simple movement all of my fears would go away. Every last monster or nightmarish world would disappear into reality. It was that easy.
I didn't start to notice a difference in things until recently. I would sit down and start to record but something was just...different. I would record like I normally d
Nothing is wrong with meI always used to hate when people looked at me. I wished to be invisible, tried to be like everyone else. It never worked. Why me? Whatīs wrong with me?Nothing is wrong with me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why do people always give labels to others? We have name, you know. Isnīt it enough? But how often do you really get called by your name? "Hey, you on left. Hello, pretty girl. Look, the nerds are coming." Itīs more like this.
And thereīs nowhere to run. Nowhere except-
I speeded my steps up so much that I was almost running.
What are you running from? Do you really think that you can escape?
When did it start? When I started to run? Was it in the kindergarten? Kids used to laugh that Iīm fat. Kids are cruel. They donīt understand how words can hurt. Itīs not their fault, they say kids would grow up. But do they? I grew and childish roundness disappeared. Yet kids kept laughing. Whatīs wrong with me? Why do they laugh?
Youīre a nerd. Bookworm. Swat. Why donīt you wear thick round glasses like other nerds?
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 1Seven Days Creepypasta Log 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven Days, Creepypasta
To whoever is reading this, don’t. Look, I understand you’re looking for entertainment, whether because you’re bored, have nothing to do, or just want something to read. But please, read something else! Click the back button, click the X in the corner, or better yet shut down the computer! I don’t care just please; don’t read this!
But you’re still reading aren’t you? Of course you are. It’s human nature to be curious. No matter how many times the warnings are thrown in your face, you still go on. You still continue. Well, fine then. Keep reading. Just don’t blame me for what happens to you after this.
I don’t want to write this, but I have to. I’ve already been through way too much to not finish this and I don’t want to live through it again. So I’ll write.
AloneI’m all aloneAlone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You’re far away
All I can hear,
Is the sound of me screaming your name
Here I am
All on my own
And all I can feel is
The warmth of your embrace
Where are you when
I need you the most?
Without you I just wonder around
Just like some pointless ghost
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, im not alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
Oh why can you just
Be with me tonight?
Here I am
Where am I?
There’s nothing left inside
And now I can’t see the light
I can’t, take this anymore!!
Where are you
When I need you the most?
Without you I just seem
To wonder around
Like some unwanted broken soul
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, I’m not alone…
Just say that I’m not alone…
When I close my eyes…
I see you upon a cloud..
Softly calling out to me…
And some where
I know that I
Will never truly be alone
Never be, alone…
Cryaotic: Let's Play(Warnings: General insanity. Some language.)Cryaotic: Let's Play2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a difficult day today. It had been normal until Virus woke up. He usually sleeps a lot so I was a little more than just surprised.
I had been playing a game with a friend, Pewds to be exact. The day itself had been pretty quiet until we started a co-op game. I can't even remember what game it was but it was a scary one.
It happens sometimes that Virus likes to show when I'm really scared. I guess it's because he likes fear. Or at least that's what he always says. He once said to me that there was no emotion more delicious than fear. I still am not sure what the hell he was talking about.
Anyway, I was playing when we both got a good jump scare. It wasn't that big a deal but I guess it was enough to make Virus visit. Next thing I knew he was sitting next to me.
"H-h-h-how long ha-have you been pla-pl-playing?" He draped himself around me shoulders. I hate the way he sounds when he talks. His voice is just like mine but I always know i
Cryaotic(Warnings: General Insanity)Cryaotic2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Everyone has secrets. Sometimes they have secrets they don't even know about. They are the things we force ourselves to forget. I only wish I could forget them now that the voices have become quiet.
Everyone always seems to think that I'm just a normal person. I swear to you that I can be. It's hard sometimes though when they start talking again. You don't know what it's like to always have them watching you.
Sometimes I see them in mirrors. All of our pale white faces make it hard to know which one is which. And sometimes I can't tell the difference between their voices and mine. Do you want to know what they're like? There can be so many of them that I will only tell you about the main ones.
I call this one Mad. Why? Because he does things that don't make sense to me sometimes. He's wild and angry. He usually only talks to me when things have fallen apart. He tells me things. Tells me to hurt people. He tells me the truth about others, you know. He makes
He DrownedWARNING: If you have Aqua phobia(fear of water/drowning), or whatever its called, I suggest you don't read. I'm practicing on my descriptive writing.He Drowned1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't given time to react as a pair of hands pressed forcefully against my chest, successfully knocking me back, letting the body of water below me swallow me up. My eyes went wide, and my lips parted wide, trying to swallow air, but was only given a mouthful of water. My first thought was to get air, so I began to helplessly flail my limbs in an attempt to swim to the surface. Why couldn't I swim!? Why does it feel like I'm sinking at a slow pace still? I don't want to die! My throat and lungs were burning for sweet oxygen, screaming for it, but only coming out as bubbles that fluttered up to the top before bursting. Everything is a blue blurry mess, my heart was pounding loudly, as if alarming the rest of my body what&
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 4Seven Days Creepypasta Log 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thursday, February 20th
Day fricken four. This one, I don’t even have the energy to complain about this. I know, I should be happy this is already half way over, but I’m not. I’m dreading what’s next. This is starting to become way too much for me. At first, it seemed bearable, but now? It’s not even close.
After last night, I wasn’t in the mood for going to school so I lied to my parents, telling them I felt ill. I’m nineteen so they didn’t really bother trying to make me go anyway; it’s my life after all.
I was still a little edgy and pissed from last night so I was pacing my room for a very long time. I knew I needed to try contacting the freak responsible for all of this but doing that in a pissed off mood wouldn’t help me. I needed to calm down. So after about an hour or so, I managed to breathe normally and put myself in a somewhat stable/not p
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 6Seven Days Creepypasta Log 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Saturday, February 22nd
My fingers finished typing the last few words of Log Five, “The Sender”. I shook my head. I just couldn’t believe it. I’d finally met The Sender. And he had looked, normal. I don’t know what I’d been expecting him to look like, maybe a big hideous, scarred-up face of some monster holding a laptop, but never a human with a hood.
He’s not human. I suddenly recalled. I had asked if he was and he confirmed that he was not. So what was he exactly?
“J.T.!” I heard my mother call from the kitchen. “Supper’s ready!”
Oh, right. I hit save and uploaded the article. The Creepypasta page now had one more Log in its collection. Five down, two to go.
A quick recap of what happened after Log Five
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.Latreuophobia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 7 (part 1)Seven Days Creepypasta Log 7 (part 1)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunday 23rd, February
“Investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect, Toby Rogers, a 17 year old boy who a few weeks ago had stabbed his father to death and tried to cover up his escape by setting a fire in the streets and the forest area around the neighborhood. Although they had believed the young boy had died in the fire, investigators suspect that Rogers may still be alive, due to the fact that his body was never found.”
My eyes scanned over the ending of the Creepypasta one last time.
“Ticci Toby. Crap, how did I not realize it then?!” I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head.
I was at home, back at my computer desk; a day had passed since the meeting of Ticci Toby and The Sender.
I sighed as I scanned the last few sentences of “Ticci Toby” for the tenth time on the computer monitor. I was alive and thankfully still in one piece. I should have been celebra
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 3Seven Days Creepypasta Log 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wednesday, Feb. 19th
You know, at this fricken point, I could go on to a whole entire forty five minute tangent on how much all of this SUCKS!
But, after what just happened, there’s not much of a point seeing that I’ll be going through this insanity again!
By some miracle I was able start today in a normal fashion. I guess I was still riding off the sense of triumph from last night’s encounter. (And I can tell you now I certainly won’t be riding off it today)
And like before, I didn’t bother trying to tell anyone about this. Who would ever believe me? I did consider telling my best friend but you can only go so far in telling someone that: you were hunted by a freak who looks a lot like The Joker, killed by him, brought back to life somehow, and then had to redo it the next day with another freak. Somewhere in there they’re going to ask for evidence. And what do I have to s
We all scream for ice creamWe all scream for ice cream8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air smelled as sweet as sugar, as the ice cream man made the turn down to Maple Drive.
He began to slow down as he flipped a switch on his dashboard and the music began to play, filling the air with sweet noise, luring children to the place where the music was coming from...
All the children begged their parents for a couple dollars, and asked for the change that rested warmly at the bottom of their parent's pockets.
The children sprung from their homes, holding their newfound money high above their heads so that the ice cream man could see that they were able to purchase some frozen treats.
Just like the Pied Piper, the children were drawn to him, all in a almost hypnotic state.
The children were pushing, and shoving, each one desperately trying to be the first ones to stuff their faces with some sweets.
Harold, the ice cream man, grinned when he saw all the juveniles through the small window on his truck.
Every single one of them were chanting ou
Necrophiliac"You, yes you! I need your help. I'm bound by something deep inside my corrupted black soul to tell my tale of horror night by night, so wake up dammit!Necrophiliac7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes I realize you probably don't care about my demons. About the things that keep me awake all night. But there isn't anywhere you can go dear friend, so I guess you'll just have to listen.
It was back in 92', I was just a boy about 15. My mama always said I was a naughty little boy who tried doin' all sorts of adult things way before I should even be thinking about them. I see that look on your face you fithy bastard, no I don't mean sex. I was hornier than you'd ever believe and all the girls in my class were prettier than all get out. (Or maybe that's just how I remember them.) And I don't mean smokin' and drinkin' though I did a little bit of both. I'm referring to my obsession with death.
I liked watching that show about the lawyers and cops in New York, Law and Order. I'd aways liked Matlo
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 5Seven Days Creepypasta Log 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Friday, February 21st
So of course there was nothing on my camera from Log Four. I mean, what did I expect? Every time these things showed up and were done for the day, everything would seem to reset and no one would know but me (and that Sender freak). And while I know that I should have been pissed at the end result of that, I wasn’t. I was just happy to be alive.
Now going back to what happened after Log Four. I arrived home, discovered that somehow it was 6:00 pm. again, and that the footage of Bob was no longer present on my camera.
“REALLY?!” I shouted at the sky. I was still sitting in my car in utter disbelief at what had occurred, and well annoyed. I sighed, Okay so, back to square one. Go write down Log 4. I parked my car and headed inside. I went in to see my mother cleaning laundry. I hes
After Hours - IThe storage closet door slammed shut. Michael Schmidt or Mike as most people called him gasped in exhaustion, falling down and sitting it front of the door. Something knocked loudly and awkwardly, the gesture made as if trying to be human but not quite making the cut. The night guard let out a sigh. He knew the moment he noticed the time that he was going to be late. That’s what he got for not taking the damn sleeping pills. He should have known that coming back to this job would bring the nightmares back! He didn’t need any more sleepless nights than he already had...After Hours - I2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Bonnie, go away...” he grumbled under his breath. He was so close to the office. If that stupid rabbit would just leave him alone for a few seconds he might be able to make it in. The only problem then would be if any animatronics made it into the office before he got there. But this was the first night; the others shouldn’t be active yet. If he remembered correctly from his time here befor
Let us Say GoodbyeLet us Say GoodbyeLet us Say Goodbye2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish to say something, this is to all of you selected ones. To the sad masses I see before these old and strange eyes of mine. I wish to tell you thank you, thank you for allowing me to see the monsters of the world. The rapists, the pedophiles, the thieves, and the betrayers, are only but a few that I could foresee; thank you all so much. But like the double edged sword we both suffer for it.
But please disregard that last statement, as this should be a happy occasion. To each and every one of you; to you who are those rapists, pedophiles, thieves, and betrayers who are bound by the blood of our elders and ancestors. I say goodbye. I wish to say goodbye to you as you are the monsters I see. I cringed as I once called you my family, my friends, my gods, but thank you for showing the path I must now thread. For you can no longer exist within my world. I must take you away in order for my survival, as the damaged is far beyond the ability to heal. I have not done the
Creepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game AlchemistCreepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game Alchemist6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves tumbled down from the branches as the chill of winter began to creep up on the small town I called home. Autumn was coming to a close and my classes were giving out more work as mid-term drew near. There was research paper to do for a blow off zoology class so I took the scenic route towards the library to experience the last days of the falling leaves. I would go to the library, find a book, skim a few paragraphs, half-ass the paper, and then it would be all over. Too bad that’s not how it went. I wish the day would have gone as planned, but unfortunately it didn’t. I should have checked where the library was located before I went out, but with my idiot sophomore boy mind didn’t think about it. I should have just checked out a book at school, but that day I felt like taking a walk down to the local library. If I wasn’t traumatized by what had happened that day, well, I guess maybe I could laugh at myself.
I was walking across the sidewalk with my hands i
Ten Steps on How to Survive a Horror StoryHow to Survive a Horror StoryTen Steps on How to Survive a Horror Story11 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’ve all been there: You’ve done that one certain thing on a special date, that you should NEVER do and the evil and demonic thing you just summoned from your mirror has told you how you are going to die in detail. Not to mention, your family and friends are all missing and you’ve been convicted of something you didn’t do by someone who has access to your bedroom.
Oh, what will you ever do now, oh sweet protagonist?
Well, you’ve come to the right place! By following these simple steps below, you too can avoid becoming the victim of a horror story and if the worst should happened, to come out as a traumatized wreck as opposed to the other guy, currently being worn as a trench coat by some creep who roams a lot at night.
Just make sure to follow these steps:
1. Don’t go to places where people mysteriously vanished or died in strange gruesome ways. Leave
Where good men go to die.Unwashed bodiesWhere good men go to die.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent over scorched earth
toiling as sweat draws rivers
in the dust upon their faces.
clinging to skeleton wrists
feet dragging and kicking dust
choking rebellious songs in their wake.
like a welcome blessing
drowning out the conscious pain
of being aware of their destiny.
deep in their minds
may cause a slight discomfort
reminding them of former lives lost.
like a tidal wave
drowning the echoes of pasts
they do not wish to remember.
shattered like jigsaw puzzles
no longer fitting the frame
like tatters of cloth upon bones.
falls upon scorched earth
exhaling as tears draw furrows
in the dust becoming their graves.
The Reaper ChildIt was a hot, dry day, as Toby walked among the markets, he was heading towards an arena, new fighters had come up recently, since he and his clan were short on capable fighters the arena was the best place to check. He sat down as the fighters were ready to come out of the cages.The Reaper Child2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The announcer walked into the middle of the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen! Today, we have some very exciting news! We have two very brand new fighters today!" The crowd roared with cheer, "We have here to the right a member of the Dragos clan!" Once again the crowd cheered as a average height man walked out of the cages, wearing something close to a kilt, and a classic gladiator helm from the ancient Roman days, "This man hails from the Capitol, and he is the finest there has ever been this early in his training!" The crowd went completely insane.
"And to our left, is a young fighter hailing from the shadow clan!" The audience started booing as a young girl walked toward the middle of the arena, she wore a lon
A Crowded City It was a clear night, the city streets bathed in neon. Not a star shone through the illuminated avenues as cars made their way to their destinations, each one holding a different life, a new story. The loud sounds of scattered conversation filled the air, some girls giggling about their boyfriends, some business people, discussing numbers, a group comparing their favorite anime characters. There was no lack of activity in this bustling street, the giant ads for various products lighting up the passerby's faces.A Crowded City1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Trailing behind a rather large group of people, who were very enthusiastic for a new movie that was apparently coming out in two days, a young man checked his phone, his wavy brown hair flopping over his eyes. As he shrugged past the New York crowd he went over the details of the night, to make sure nothing went wrong. Scrolling through his messages he saw the plans.
ashley and I'll meet
Just a Few More Nights - IJust a Few More Nights - I3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Collin stood outside Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. It was dark, and nearing midnight, the time he started his shift. Looking at the building reminded him of when he was much younger and always bothered his parents to bring him here. Though a bit late, at least he got what he wanted.
He was surprised he had been hired so easily. The manager didn’t seem to care about much at all. Maybe they were having trouble getting a night guard. It would make sense, not many people like working nightshifts. At least, this was the case in his experience.
The 19 year old shook himself out of his thoughts. Daydreaming, it was a bad habit of his. He would often catch himself drifting off. That, or someone else would, but he could often save himself from that embarrassment. Nonetheless, it was a common feeling for him, the awkward person he was.
Collin Grey was tall and thin with light brown skin and long, curly hair that was often in a loose ponytail. He had big, warm, yet anxious grey eyes that
I am youMirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? Ha, that’s not even a question.” Adeline smirked as she gazed into the mirror on her vanity. She truly was a beauty. Silky golden blond hair flowed over her shoulders, framing her unblemished face and her naturally full lips. She had a tall, yet thin and graceful body. All the boys at her school were in love with her, and all the girls were jealous of her. There was no doubt in her mind that she was truly the ‘fairest of them all.’I am you5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally having satisfied herself with a long look in the mirror, she began to turn away.
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the vainest of them all? Well, that’s obvious isn’t it?” a voice called behind her.
Surprised, Adeline quickly turned around. However, her gaze was only met by the icy blue eyes of her reflection. Convinced that she was only imagining the voice, she turned around again.
“Aww, being ignored am I? But I guess ignoring