001 Creepypasta _Soul SwapIm always within arms reach.
I am the whisper of breath against the nape of your neck as you sit hunched over a keyboard with your eyes squinting at something written on your computer screen. I am the feathers touch of fingers gripping your bare shoulder as you lounge on your cheap couch. I am the pair of eyes watching you in the dead of night: I am the low, rasping snicker that fades out of mind after only moments.
I am your opposite, I am your clone. I am your shadow, flicking my own wrist just to see you twitch. Im the pair of hands that hover just out of your line of sight behind your cracked closet door. I am fear incarnated: I am your souls exact copy.
I was there at your birth; standing with my eyes lingering upon the sparkling linoleum of the hospital as you came shrieking from your mothers womb: bloody and dripping, exactly the way youd be on your dying day. I was there during your lifes defining moment, smirking at your humiliation, holding
Slenderman.Stop.Slenderman.5 years ago in Settings More Like This
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three .
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will
I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
Be nice to me, I have cancer.Be nice to me, I have cancer.Be nice to me, I have cancer.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I wince and glance around at everyone around me. A few curious eyes glance at my mother, trying to be surreptitious but the greedy look in their eyes lets me know they want to hear more. I sigh and duck my head a bit, moving closer to my mom and mumbling beneath my breath, Please, dont do this right here, right now; cant it wait until were in the car?
Why should it? she challenges back at me. Be nice to me. I. Have. Cancer. She says it loudly, and more heads turn to stare at me. I blush and look up at my mothers bald head. Wisps of hair try to shine through, but it doesnt do much but make her look like a sad, pitiful lion. The hair is a silky blond color. Her original hair color was black. I wonder how her hair managed to change color, and I wonder if the radiation had anything to do with it, or maybe my mom had just been dying her hair before then without l
deviantART and MasturbationAvenue Q has it right when they bluntly say "the Internet is for porn."deviantART and Masturbation6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While Avenue Q's statement is broad, it can be applied to nearly everything found on the 'net. The Internet truly is for porn. Sure, all you've got to do to see some great porn is type up redtube into your search engine or you could just meander on over to websites like tumblr, facebook, and even deviantART. After all, what are these sites other than tools to masturbate with?
Yeah, I get it. I'm sure everyone is raising their eyebrows at their screens going, "I don't use dA, facebook, or tumblr to masturbate sure, I look at a little porn on occasion, but never on those three sites or sites similar to it." Maybe my three example-sites don't have in-your-face pornography available to anyone who wants it (although they do have their flashes of softcore porn, just wait around a bit and you'll see it all). The masturbation that occurs on these sites is a little more subtle. While it doesn't exactly ma
I A M C R A Z YIm. Im not crazy. Im not. Im not.. I swear. Im not. Im really, really not. Its not so much that. Its not that people accuse me of it, no, people dont accuse me of being crazy. Its more or less that. Indirectly, the looks people give me they make me think, make me see whats playing in their head. Interesting, isnt it? It is. I can understand what people are thinking. It I can hear them. I can hear them call me crazy in their heads. Im not. Im not crazy.I A M C R A Z Y7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Albeit, I have done some pretty some pretty strange things. All the times Ive seen someones lip curl when they see me pass by . Arrogant; Ive heard people call me that. Arrogant and disbelieving in my obviously psychotic mannerisms. Axioms, they say it is an axiom that my psychosis of slaughter is directly related to my schizoid behaviors.
Dear BabyDear Baby,Dear Baby6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hi, how are you? I havent I havent heard from you in a while. I havent felt your soft, plush feet nestle themselves into my ribcage recently. I havent felt your palm press against my stomach to let me know that youre there and youre waiting. Youre waiting to be held by me and to be loved by me. I just want to hold you, baby; I just want to run my finger down your cute little nose and whisper, you look just like your daddy as you coo at me in delight.
I think I know whats happening, but Im afraid to admit it. My stomach has been tied up in knots for a few days. Ive talked to you asked you where you are but you dont respond. Usually, you let me know you hear me. You kick, not so gently, at my bladder. Or you simply just smile, and although I cant see it I can feel it.
I hope I get to meet you someday. Maybe I cant meet you at the end of a nine month period, whe
the Angels in the Streets.It is said that angels are seen once or twice in a life time. It is said that an angel will pass by you on the streets.the Angels in the Streets.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
He will be the kindly old man, sitting on the park bench with his beret hanging limply over his gnarled nose. His eyes will be a startling blue; his hair will be a thin, waspish, wispy blond. His face will tilt towards you as you pass, and in those eyes will be the crying, wrenching screams of thousands of hurt loved ones. His glazed eyes will beg for help, but everyone who passes will be too busy. Too busy to lend a helping heart for such a sweet soul, one that took in so much pain. And for what? To watch the death of the men and women he had sheltered underneath his broken wings? As you pass you will think, I should have stopped to console him, help him feel good, do something to at least make contact with him. But your feet will not turn around, for fear for knowledge that as soon as you turn around, he will have already spread his featherless
SlendermanSlendermanSlenderman5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
slenderman.Don't breathe.slenderman.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I exhale slowly when the room starts to spin.
Hands pressed up tight against the walls, so hard my palms hurt, all my body soaked with sweat, everywhere numb with fear but also with the knowledge that once he finds me I will no longer be numb, I will be able to feel every horrifying, disgusting thing he does to me.
I hope he kills me quickly.
I can't see. It's so dark. The lights are gone. He must have done it. I would flip a light switch, but the sound will let him know I'm here. Not that he doesn't know anyway. He always knows. Always sees me. Eveywhere. Besides, it wouldn't work. If he can make my camera go batshit insane he can certainly kill the lights.
click. clack. click. Sounds like tap shoes. I wonder if he dances?
The mental image almost makes me giggle.
Creepypasta : SlendermanA long time ago, there was an old man, who lived near the woods of a small village.Creepypasta : Slenderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His name unknown, his face unknown, some people didn't even know he even existed.
The only thing that truly was knows about this man is that he was a loner since his wife passed away.
He was often seen wandering through the woods.
He lived in a small house, without a television or radio, the only sound coming from the house were slow sad songs, the man sung himself.
On a misty morning the man was found dead in his house.
People began to become curious after they hadn't seen the man for weeks.
The fishermen, who saw the man each morning, looking at them from a safe distance, so that no one would recognize him, were the ones who called the cops.
He passed away in a terrible accident.
His face was ripped off and his hands were gone.
No one knows what happened that night and no one really wishes to know.
Some say the man never passed on.
Years have passed since the passing of the old man, nothing happened e
Slenderman*Thump*Slenderman3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Wha-...What was that?
I wake up from a dreamless sleep just in time for the second blow.
The walls shudder and suddenly I'm on the floor, gripping the carpet fiercely as the room rattles around me. I shut my eyes tight, hoping for the worst. Then, all of a sudden, the shaking of the house comes to a complete halt. No aftershock, no rumbling. Complete silence.
I stand up, dazed and confused, as I hear a small patter down the hallway coming towards my room. Scared breathless, I had no idea what to expect. Was someone trying to bomb us? Had someone broken in our house? I had no time to think.
The room was pitch dark, so I felt down the plaster walls frantically, circling my bedroom until I found the closet door. I opened it slowly and jumped inside, leaving a small crack to observe the inside of my dark room. Sitting down amongst clothes and other personal belongings, I waited silently in a blanket of darkness.
The patter I had heard down the hallway became mu
When Lovecraft met Poe.It is not long before my limbs are stirring once more and my mind comes to a clicking, clattering beginning.When Lovecraft met Poe.6 years ago in Humor More Like This
My first conscious realization is the weight of my tongue, pressed against the inside of my lips. I force the slab of muscle from between my teeth. At this movement, a sound befalls my ears. Curiosity piqued, I attempt to discern what noise had just been made. After a mere second of questioning, I am able to place a name upon the uttered sound: a gasp. A gasp is a sound to recognize shock, appreciation, or horror right? I nod to myself in my mind, thinking, right as I suddenly become aware of the foul stench assaulting my nose.
Oh! What an awful stench. I wrinkle my nose against it, wishing to spat and splutter out against such a putrid smell. The shock of the stench forces my eyes open. I blink back goo and fog as my mind works to remember how to process all of the information that is flooding through my brain. Lights pool around me and I set to work upon adapting
The Slenderman ComethThe Slenderman cometh, and no man shall be spared.The Slenderman Cometh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not lad, not lass, for no man doth he care.
The woods, the woods, stay away lest thou dare
To meet thine end at the hands of ol' Slendy there.
Young child, sweet child, I admire your flare,
But the second you arrive you're in for a scare.
Is he here, is he there, is he even anywhere?
By the time you realize, you've already paid the fare...
Will he rip you or break you, with what sound will you tear?
We all require sustenance, now stand in as his share.
What you want matters not, no bargaining shall spare,
Wandering through these old woods, only death remains fair.
So take on this cross, for how long can you bear
Knowing he lurks out there in the darkness somewhere?
With no eyes he is watching as you approach his lair...
Now just relax and scream, its time to pay the fare.
Dear: SoulmateDear: Soulmate.Dear: Soulmate7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi. I know we havent talked much, but I just wanted to get to know you better. It seems you know me so well, but I dont know you. I dont even know what you look like. For all I know, youre the dude who just passed me on the street as I walked to the coffee shop. Were you the girl with shy eyes and a labret who smiled as she handed me my coffee? Im curious. I want to know.
You seem to really know what Im thinking, even if I cant see you. How did you know my favorite color was blue? How did you know to leave me pink roses in my garden? Reveal yourself, please. I dont want to make a mistake.
Ive tried to find you a few times, you know. Ive dated more people than I can remember. Sophia, Cole, Wyatt, Chimera but none of them were you
002 Creepypasta _Mirror ImageDont look into the same mirror too much.002 Creepypasta _Mirror Image7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Each time you look into a mirror, a small fragment of your soul is taken from you. Not a big piece, however. If taken from you in moderation, you wont notice a thing. But, if you stare into the same mirror too many times, youll start to feel an impact. Your body will become gray; your voice will begin to taste lethargic and dead against your tongue. Each time you see yourself in this mirror, you will notice a silhouette of something stronger behind your dilapidated appearance. As more fragments are taken away, this shadow will grow. It will gain power and dimension, until one day, it has enough shards of your soul. With these pieces, it will seize the opportunity and step away from the mirror, taking hold of your body: claiming it as its own.
Remember: everything reflected in a mirror is reversed.
004 Creepypasta _Are you thereYou may not be real. You may not exist. Your idea of life may simply be a fabrication of thought. Everything you know and love may disappear in a fog at any given moment. That mouse thats held between loose lipped fingers might suddenly melt, may cave in upon itself and cease to be. The beating heart in your chest can stop beating. Your breath could collapse in your throat, wedge itself between vocal chords and solidify. The life you hold so dearly to your charcoaled soul may splinter and leave you gasping for air.004 Creepypasta _Are you there7 years ago in Horror More Like This
All it would take would be one thought, one question of, am I real? to start the chain reaction. Everything will deteriorate, decomposing and decaying faster than you can answer your own question. When the foundation of ideas crumbles, everything that idea has spawned will slowly fade away.
Look down at your hand.
Doesnt it look paler than before?
The Slenderman Survival GuideThe Slenderman Survival Guide:The Slenderman Survival Guide5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
With the popularity of Marble Hornets, the Slenderman, originally the product of a thread on SomethingAwful, has become an internet legend, and is responsible for scaring the shit out of many a curious viewer who made the foolish decision to watch the end of entry 26 at 3:00 in the morning. Now, Slenderman is a fictional character, but if he was real he would pose a serious problem to anyone who has watched these videos. Slenderman is a lot like the first rule of Fight Club. You do not talk about Slenderman, or try to find out information about Slenderman. If you do, he will get closer and closer to you until he finally kills you. This takes months, and is a long and terrifying process. From watching the various series about Slenderman, I have put together a seven step plan that may save your life if Slenderman turns out to be real and begins to stalk you. Follow these steps, and you may just survive with your sanity intact.
I do not know if these will wo
I've Fallen For You.I'm falling. There's no where to reach out to: no small hand-holds, created after years of sweaty palms gripping to catch their balance.I've Fallen For You.7 years ago in Teen More Like This
It's a vast expanse of space. I see, distantly, that there are walls. There are boundaries. But they're out of reach. Out of sight, out of mind. It's as if they don't exist. All that exists right now is me. Me and time, space, and you. You're at the bottom, waiting for me, I presume. I hope. I jumped down to get to you, after all. I saw your round, forgiving face and just knew. Knew I had to risk my life for you. Risk everything for you.
But you had stayed closer to the edge. Closer to safety. I had taken five steps back and one step to the right, closed my eyes and spread my arms out, and jumped. I learned to fly in that moment. I learned that my wings have always been here, just waiting, dormant, waiting and watching for the day I learned the meaning of the word flight. Flight isn't the act of flying, and flying isn't the act of soaring throu
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
The SlendermanI waited for Master to come. To save me.The Slenderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't expecting HIM to come instead. The name whispered through the wind, alerting me to his presence. Master didn't come...
But the Slenderman did.
His tendrils slid over my body in the darkness, and I gasped as he turned me around.
"Liiiiillllyyyyyy....Commmmeee wwiiitthhh mmmmeeeee..." His voice spoke softly, filling my entire being with his sound. I remained silent and tried not to look at him. Master was coming, surely he was.
"He's never hhhhheeerrrreeeeee...." He smiled and grabbed my chin with an actual hand, forcing me to look at his faceless...well, face. I grimaced and tried to turn, but he wouldn't let me.
"I'm heeerrreee to take his pplllaacccceeeeee.....Heeeee said I ccooouuullllddddd...." Slendy tightened his grip, making me cry out. I was paralyzed with fear. I knew he would take me for sure this time.
The last thing I had said to master was that I was never going to see him...
My neck popped as Slenderman whipped my head up.
To Become HumanI suck in a lungful of air and stare down the barrel of the gun. It's pressed between my teeth, making my mouth yawn open in shock. The metal is cold against my chapped lips. I glance up to see my superior, a smirk safety-pinned to his face. He rams the gun into my mouth more, until it kisses the back of my throat; I gag in shock and an overwhelming, vile feeling of hate.To Become Human5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You will listen to me," he says. He nudges the gun. I want to spit the gun out and watch bullets burst from my lips; I want to watch the bullets strike him, one by one, and maybe make him feel the pain that he does not witness every day. "You got that? Loud and clear?" His words are broken German, ignorance and insolence shining through with every syllable.
I cannot speak around the gun. It demands too much attention of me, screaming for me to glance at it warily, praying that it does not slam back its trigger and take my life.
Finally, he pulls the gun away, and I involuntarily gag and let the sweet air fill my lung
Holding Out for a HeroJenna folded her arms and scoffed at her luck while the creature bellowed at no one in particular. It was quite a spectacular view, she noted, from what must have been the foul thing's lair. The houses that dotted the countryside looked like the toys she'd played with as a young girl. Even her father's castle seemed miniature; with a frown she realized this was the farthest she'd ever been away from it.Holding Out for a Hero7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sitting upon an outcrop of smooth rocks, she watched the beast's display with an oddly misplaced feeling of peace. Sure, she was probably about to die, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with the annoyance of her needlepoint class that was due to begin in half an hour.
Death by dragon was certainly worth missing that.
She studied the obviously male dragon with a keen eye. The Magus had often spoken of dragons and their make up and she'd always found them morbidly fascinating to the chagrin of her prim-a
A Teen's Guide to SuicideHey, kids! Now, those of us over here in the government have noticed that the suicide rate has gone up 8% for you teens in the past year. Now, we know that life can be incredibly difficult (what with angsty teen drama, th need for high-end fashion and technology, and oh so difficult classes). Some us in the government believe it or not! actually understand your desire to kill yourself! Yep, that's right! We can relate to you!A Teen's Guide to Suicide6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We remember times in our lives when we thought suicide was the only option. Now, looking at these scores, we realize that we're not the only ones in the country who have thought like this!
Did you know that 2 3 out of every 100,000 females will commit suicide? 11 12 males will commit suicide as well! Those numbers are daunting!
But we also realize another, even more horrifying number there are 308,000,000 people in this country! On top of that, there are 6 billion people in the world. Wow! Those numbers are s
the Princess' Quest.Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair curled in just the right ways, a bright and vivid shade of brown that not even the best hair product could reproduce. Ringlets curled around her chin, while others rested just atop her chest. Some curls even ventured beneath the collar of her dress. This dress was cut low, as to show off her budding yet large breasts. It was the finest shade of blue, accenting her brilliantly cobalt eyes. Her hands were always held firmly in front of her, fingers entwined with each other as she took delicate steps forward. The dress would swish around her ankles, tickling them as her heels clicked against the rough stone of the castle.the Princess' Quest.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her fingers were thin: her nails clipped to be just the right size, the skin a pasty pale, as if she had not been permitted to see sunlight very often in her life. She had, of course, been trained in the ways of royalty. She knew how to hold her body, how to laugh when all she wanted to d