Five years ago, I had a very peculiar friend. Her name was Romelia Watkins. We met through school, and as both of us were considered loners, we quickly became buddies, forming our own little clique, consisting of just us two.
I knew Romelia was a freak the moment I laid eyes on her. She stuck out like a sore thumb from anyone else in our school, from her vivid red hair down to the necklace of baby teeth she wore everyday. It came as no surprise to me that the ruffians of the school tormented her.
As we grew closer, she informed me that her family owned a small candy store that she worked in, and planned to take over when she left school. The name of this shop was "Sucré Sweet Shop". She told me "Sucré" was French for sugary.
It was a rather "hole-in-the-wall" little business, receiving only a few customers a day, sometimes a week. Sometimes she advertised the shop to our fellow student
The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)1 year 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: The Doll Maker III:A Christmas Eve...Creepypasta: The Doll Maker III:A Christmas Eve...1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Puffs of my breath were visible in the cold of the winter night. I was late, late again. I would miss the bus if I didn’t hurry. I clutched the shopping bags tight in my hands. I had decided to do a little last minute Christmas shopping. And when I say last minute, I really mean last minute. It was the night before Christmas Eve and I was not prepared for Christmas. None of my family was…
I panted as I reached he bus stop. It was lightly snowing but I was still sweating under my winter coat. With a slight sigh of relief I slumped onto the bench, setting my bags of gifts beside myself. I looked down at my cold hands and rubbed them together. It was late but I could still hear the faint sound of the Nutcracker playing in the distance.
I felt a knot form in my stomach as my lips turned to a frown. I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas. No, not this year. It would be the first Christmas without my little sister Amy. No, she
The Man Who Whispers to Death CreepyPastaThe Man Who Whispers to Death CreepyPasta2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is an old fable, my grandmother would tell us every night of the full moon. When I was younger, I never thought one true, but now I believe in one more than death. It happened one night after my grandmother told me the fable of Whispering Death. I can still see his cold, satanic purple and blackened eyes and that ax.
It was a typical Saturday morning, as I sat at the table eating my eggs with my sisters, my grandmother came in with her fable book and we prepared for another boring tale. She opened the old, worn book and said “You must never repeat this story to anyone, do you understand?”
We all responded with a bored “yes Nana.” before she continued.
“The tale of the Whispering Death. About five hundred years ago, there was a small village that stood in the very spot in which our town now stands. Well one day, a beautiful woman conceived a child with a bandit who often raided graves. She was shunned for conceiving this child and each day she‘d
Sexual Offenderman short storyIt’s a clear night, with a half-moon shining brightly overhead of a quiet, dimly lit street, the large trees lining the sidewalks of the neighborhood scattering the light of both moon and streetlamp from the view of the small houses of an aged suburbia. There’s only a single light on within the houses lining the street at this hour where an old woman stands at a counter in her kitchen, her hair a dull grey and her body gaunt with age, the bones of her face and hands showing clearly under loose wrinkled skin as she carefully sorts a variety of medication into a pill-box labeled for each day of the week.Sexual Offenderman short story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her eyes, glazed and weary, with a slight fog of cataracts to them, squint at the labeling of the bottle held to her face while on the other side of the room, stood a tall powerfully built man, watching her intently with an unnatural stillness, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his long black coat, leaving the only thing to draw your eye being the intensity of gaz
The Skroll-CREEPY PASTA OC STORY.The Skroll-CREEPY PASTA OC STORY.2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Again?!" Emily looked at her mother with a somewhat sad emotion on her face. "Mom, it’s the fifth time that we are moving to a new city!"
Her mother sighed and patted Emily’s shoulders."Sweetie, you know how hard it is to find good work and get enough money to pay for clothes, food, a house and furniture. Even if your father is not with us anymore, we still have to be strong and find our place. It
may be tough, but you will find friends there."
"I think you are right, but I don’t think that I will find friends. It's just... everyone hates me."
Emily started to sob and looked away from the worried mother. It was true, she wasn't really what you would call a social butterfly.
"Emily, don’t cry. Mommy promises everything will be alright." Her mother hugged her and tried to comfort her now crying daughter. Eventually Emily stopped sobbing and hugged her mother back.
"Here we are darling! It’s our new home." Mother smiled at her child and showed her dau
By the Razor, By the PinBy the Razor, By the Pin1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What would it take for people to know how much you love them?
In a small town somewhere in Massachusetts around 1950's, there was a well-known young woman who was known as Jenny the Fair. Jenny was beautiful. She had long blond hair, blue eyes and a pretty face. In addition to her beauty was her natural sweetness and politeness. She was the town's princess. Every young man around her age admired her. And since she was already at the right age to get married, a lot of young men went to her house everyday to ask for her hand; but no one ever got lucky.
One night, a small festivity was held to welcome all of Jenny's suitors. On that night she had received a lot of gifts and offerings from the boys. Jenny was happy, of course; but she wasn't satisfied. None of the boys could make her heart jump in excitement.
The festivity lasted up until past midnight. When the guests were already gone, one mysterious young man arrived. Jenny felt her heart race once her eyes set on this young man, and sh
Violinist's DemiseViolinist's Demise7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
July 15, 1897
"No! No, no, no! The note is 'F', not 'A'! Preform the song correctly the first time and don't disappoint me any further."
"Start back at the top. For every mistake you make you will repeat the song that many times over until you can finish the song without making a single error."
Abiding his mother's orders, Cyril continued to play his beloved violin. Although he loved playing the violin, he didn't particularly care for his mother's harsh words and punishments. Cyril didn't want to disappoint her, so he continued to play.
"Cyril! The note on the measure is 'F'! How much more do you wish to anger me!?" His mother scowled and spoke with disdain.
"I'm s-sorry.. I'm trying, I really am! See?" Cyril tried to play the song again, but was interrupted by his enraged mother.
"No, you don't 'try' to play correctly. You will play correctly. You're a noble. You shouldn't be such a disappointment. Nobleman are supposed to set an example amongst the common pe
OMG.OKAY SO :iconsofea139: AND I WERE CHATTING.OMG.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
AND THEN SHE MENTIONED THIS.
Mr. Creepypasta made it. :iconhappytearplz:
Jeff the Ice Queen.....
although he does look fancy in that dress...
crossdresserdude belongs to Creepypasta~!
Creepypasta: StarvingThe following audio was found in a house in New England. Where in New England is not important. The audio came from a tape recorder, and found in the house was a young girl's body, no older than seven, with a bullet in her head. No other bodies were found that day:Creepypasta: Starving4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm recording this because people need to know what happened. There is a little girl in a bedroom two doors away, sound asleep. But she's not a little girl. It
"I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Look, my name is George Marston. Me and my wi "
The voice stops for a moment as the man on the tape starts to cry. After about ten seconds he stops, as if listening to something in the background. For a good minute there is no audio at all, and finally, the man starts up again.
"I was married I should say my wife has been dead for oh God a week now a-anyway, we had a daughter, and named her Sherry. And when when she was seven she she died "
The voice once again stops, but rathe
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 Stitcher. CreepypastaThe Stitcher. Creepypasta11 months ago in Horror More Like This
Sewn Heart, The Stitcher.
By Darkesthour & Squishykitt
It was a cold winters afternoon, soft flurries of snow were gathering on the boys window sill, much of it piling in a clump on his timbered bedroom floor, unfortunately his window panes, which were designed to keep him from catching a flu, had been shattered.
He wore a cheap-looking, dark blue hoodie, except, it wasn't much of a 'hoodie' because the sleeves had been cut short fraying slightly at the ends, and the actual hood was absent, his mother had bought this for him from the second-hand store which explained alot. Gray tinted skinny jeans concealed his thin legs and dark navy blue colored sneakers covered his feet. The boy had hazel brown eyes, with the same shaded hair.
"Almost done" he whispered to the small doll sitting patiently on his desk.
He gave a long weary sigh, then delicately slid the tip of his sewing needle through its frayed fabric. The boy continued the careful motion, looping the thread in cir
The Nameless Woman [Original own Creepypasta]The Nameless Woman [Original own Creepypasta]1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Attention: The Nameless Woman is a Creepypasta I wrote.
I own everything
Translation from german to english by ® tamashi-artworks
Original German Story written by ®MistressRuby
All Rights are reserved by ®MistressRuby
The Nameless Woman
That mysterious woman… spending her last days in cell 204.
She has been brought to the local asylum a few weeks ago due to her mental illness.
Apparently she had been there without permission and killed a woman working in the asylum brutally.
The corpse was found that exact day.
The Process in court didn’t t
Sexual Offenderman short story-what have you done?this fic is based off of this image http://redpool1.deviantart.com/art/What-have-you-done-409549167 made by redpool1. unfortunately it's not quite true to her characters i included, so there might be an updated version after ive had a chance to talk with the artist redpool1.Sexual Offenderman short story-what have you done?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shock was unbearable; he had never felt so cold, months of work lost, many months more of enjoyment he will never be able to experience…
Nobody get’s away with killing what belongs to him except him.
His expression of shock slowly turned into a snarl, his face contorting into a look of pure rage, his body beginning to shake with fury and shift fluidly into a more monstrous form, brilliant white tentacles whipping out from his back with enough force to cause a sound like the crack of a whip, before shooting out at the interloper with the force enough to pierce steel, though the boy easily teleports out of the way a few feet to the left of the deadly tentacles, looking mockingly at his father; but he
Creepypasta: The Doll MakerCreepypasta: The Doll Maker1 year ago in Horror More Like This
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker.
The doll makers home was set ab
Into the Darkness (CreepyPasta fanfic) - part twoInto the Darkness (CreepyPasta fanfic) - part two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'A bad dream... It had to have been..'
That's the thought that goes through Mizu's mind as she regains consciousness. She can feel her familiar bed beneath her, the warm blanket over her, and the soft pillow beneath her head. Her eyes open slowly, as she smiles softly to herself and sighs in relief.
Beside the bed, waiting, is Jeff, his knife in his hand. He isn't holding it in a stabbing position, however, but is instead is cleaning and sharpening it. Upon hearing the soft sigh, he looks up, his mad grin widening.
She gasps, jumping up and accidentally falling off the bed with a yelp. She winces as her head hits the dresser beside her bed, whimpering with pain. Normally, she might laugh at herself, but this simply is not a good situation. Not with a killer just across the bed from her.
He stands from the chair taken from the other room, approaching her with his knife, chuckling.
"You're funny." he says.
Too freshly frightened by the memories of the first encounter to
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
After - Part 1I open my eyes. All I can see is darkness, though. No, wait, my eyes are adjusting, I can see some objects now; am I on the floor? I turn my head slowly to the side, and wince in pain a little. My body feels sore all over, why do I feel this way? I . . . I can’t remember . . .After - Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I see there’s someone lying next to me, on the floor as well. My eyes try to adjust to the dark light to see who it is. This guy, he looks kind of familiar . . . but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is and . . . dear god, is that blood!?
Ignoring the soreness of my muscles I quickly scoot away from him, and he doesn’t move. I’m afraid he’s dead. There’s blood all over him, looks like there’s stab wounds in his chest. No, not just stab wounds, there’s a hole in his torso. A big, wide, gaping, hole. I can see some of his organs, oh lord it’s awful! I want to look away, but somehow the gruesome scene keeps my eyes locked onto it.
Then I notice there
Sexual Offenderman (tumblr) Role Play #8-KidsFollowing a habit he had picked up when Shannon had first let him know she was pregnant, Smexy had once again broken into her home without her knowing to basically just hang around and silently observe.Sexual Offenderman (tumblr) Role Play #8-Kids1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being in a particularly unstable and aggressive mood at the time, he mostly limited himself to this, rather than actually interacting with her and risking thing’s ending up violently.
Still, sometimes he would leave her things, like food or books or bouquets of roses, so it's not like she was totally ignorant to him ever being there.
So, leaning against a wall in the room beside her with his hands in his pockets, he feels her presence nearby and "watches" so to speak through the extrasensory ability’s he possessed as a slender, while he took a moment to think.
He felt kind of like sleeping, or rather, passing out for a more dreamless sleep, but finding that it rarely seemed to help with his currently unstable emotions, he had instead been going without sleep entirely, a
Help From A Stranger - Part 3 [Final]Help From A Stranger - Part 3 [Final]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Okay, it’s morning. Get up and get out.”
Zehnder’s harsh voice broke the peaceful silence of the morning; waking Owe, who looked around in confusion. Vex remained asleep, peacefully ignoring the irritable slender in the doorway.
Owe sat up and yawned, looking out the window to see that it was, in fact, morning. Zehnder noticed that Vex had not awoken and quickly walked over to him.
“Hey! I said get the fuck up!” He snarled at Vex, who remained asleep. Annoyed, Zehnder reached down and grabbed the sheets of the bed. “Rise and shine, motherfucker!” He then pulled them upwards, abruptly rolling--practically throwing--Vex off of the bed and onto the floor.
“Son of a-!” Vex rolled on his side but immediately shut up when he saw Zehnder glaring at him.
“Now, get out.” Zehnder turned and walked out of the room without another word.
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 5Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ethan continued through the forest. It was at least midday now, though he couldn’t tell how long he had been walking for. His foot hurt very badly, but he didn’t know where he could go for help, or who to ask for help.
He stopped and looked down at his injured foot. Dark blood had dried and caked on his toes around where they were bent upwards. Ethan grimaced and looked away, hoping it wouldn’t get infected.
Ethan limped over to a tree and leaned against it, trying to think of where to go next. He didn’t want to go back to the house where he had heard the two people talking in a different language, as he was afraid they were going to be hostile. He couldn’t go back home; his parents didn’t believe him. He couldn’t go into town, either, because the townsfolk would probably shoot him on sight.
Then he gained a shred of hope when he remembered his friends. Surely Penny and Luke would believe
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.Random Sexual Offenderman short stories11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
Untamable Ch. 1 (CPsXreader) The dark skies bearing thick clouds released a steady amount of rain upon the several figures that stood encircled around a rectangle of freshly disturbed soil. Distant thunder rumbled, and the wind made several attempts to coo the mourning beings. Tall, dark trees surrounded the event, spreading into a vast forest untouched by human civilization. Some of the attendants of the funeral adorned umbrellas, while others didn't seem to mind the cold rain that soaked their casual clothing.Untamable Ch. 1 (CPsXreader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
“It's been sixty years, hasn't it?” A darkly dressed young man broke the silence from behind his blue mask. The empty eye sockets seemed to ooze a dark liquid as quickly as the rain streamed down his hidden face.
“I've lost track, but that seems to be the correct amount of time,” replied a much taller being. He was one of the few who appreciated the cover of an umbrella, not wanted to ruin his perfectly fitted suit.