Slenderman: The Untold Story Ch. 3More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Slenderman and/or any of the characters that will be shown in this story. And neither it is related to the game itself.
Chapter Three: The Promise
The next day, the whole class was surprised to see me unharmed and not scared at all. I told them about my new friend and everything he said to me. What I didn't expect is a big laughter from them. It seemed that they don't believe me and lost my mind in the woods. After that, they began to tease me more so I decided to keep this to myself and never speak of this again. But I would still go to the woods during lunch not just to escape from those bullies, but also to meet up with Mr. Slenderman. I told him what happened earlier and he said that let them be. Do what makes them what they think they are happy with and leave them alone for a while.
So every day, I went into the woods during lunch and after school to meet up with him. Every day, we ate lunch and
The Wanted: Chapter 1Nathalie's P.O.VMore Like This
“Ugh! Mom! I’m not wearing that!” I pushed away the girly dresses that were in my mothers arms, and started to walk away.
“Honey! This is the last shop, after this it’s over, no more stores I promise.” My mother still had the cluster of dresses in her arms. I rolled my eyes, I hate dresses, I hate skirts, I hate anything girly, and my mom wasn’t really helping me with that.
“You better not lie.” I grabbed a random dress, and slammed the cabin door. After a few minutes of changing into the dress, I looked in the mirror.
“What was she thinking?!” I opened the cabin door, and glared at my mom. It was a light blue long dress, it had feathers at the bottom.
“You look so pretty! We so need to buy it!”
“I look pathetic, mom. You are not buying this dress in a million years!”
“But don’t you have a prom coming soon?”
“Yes, but I’m not going. It’s not how
Pokemon Creepypasta: JessicaI love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game... but the characters themselves.More Like This
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn't know it was just a kids' show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy of Pokemon Blue. I would have gotten Red, but they were out of stock. My brother began his game, along with me, in the car on the way to my Grandmother's house and we were both instantly hooked. I fell in love with Pikachu instantly, and my mind being naive at a young age made me call it a weird name. Thinking of a girl who I knew who had moved rece
Drowned I yawned as I got yet another shirt for my birthday. That was the 5th one in a row. I faked a smile as I held it up, not wanting my family to see how mad I was that I got mostly shirts. Then, my dad came out of his room with a large box. He handed it to me and I undid the wrapping, then tore the box open, to find yet another box! This process repeated several times before I opened a small box to find the Pokemon Black! "YES! YES! THANK YOU!" After my party I ran into my room and jammed the new game into my DS.More Like This
I played whenever I could. Soon, my team was all level 100. I opened the menu and looked at my team: Otter the Dewott (I didn't want to evolve him), Batty the Swoobat, Night the Umbreon, SilentFire the Litwick (didn't want to evolve him either), Coco the Lilipup (face it, I didn't want to evolve a lot of my pokemon) and N the shiny Zoroark. I loved all of my Pokemon like they were my family.
One day, I went t
Skyla the Killer: White 2 CreepypastaMe and my best friend have been Pokémon fans for a while. Actually, unlike *some* creepypasta authors, I’ve only played Pokémon since I was 9, when I got my first DS game – Pokémon Platinum. But this isn’t about Platinum Version. This is about what happened on White Version 2.More Like This
Ever since we saw the Pokémon episode where Ash battles Skyla, me and my friend have joked about her being an ‘evil murderer’ because of how evil her laugh sounded and how insane she acted.
It started when I was running up and down Driftveil Drawbridge, hunting for feathers. I had my Emolga, Mimu, at the front of my party to handle any wild Duckletts we might run into. That way, she would gain a little bit of experience while I was finding feathers to improve her stats. Suddenly, I started to hear weird noises, like a helicopter going overhead. I knew this was perfectly normal, since it had happened before, but the noises got louder.
A rope ladder dropped down next to my character
Pokemon Creepy Pasta GuideEdit 11/2/15More Like This
Please don't write Pokémon creepypastas on deviantART im only leaving this guide up for laughs ohmygosh, the fandom's dead
I wrote this guide four years ago and am leaving it and my other stories up only for novelty's sake. Use at your own discretion.
If you are continuing to actively read Pokémon creepypastas and are considering writing one, my only advice is
So you're new to the Pokémon creepy pasta world, and have no idea where to start. You may have an amazing idea, or none at all, but you do know for certain that you want to write a really great creepy pasta that thousands will love. You just don't know exactly how to accomplish that. That's where this guide comes in, to help you create a new masterpiece that many will love and save the rest of us from suffering through another n00bish story.
Getting an idea
First thing's first: You have to get an idea. If you don't have an idea for the pasta and make up