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ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION!
YOU ARE BEING LIED TO! THE GOVERNMENT IS LYING TO YOU! THE PRESS, WHICH HAS BEEN CO-OPTED BY THE FORCES OF THE PIG PARAMILITARY, IS LYING TO YOU! THE ADMINISTRATION OF THIS UNIVERSITY IS LYING TO YOU, AS ARE THE INFIRMARY DOCTORS UNDER THE ADMINISTRATION'S ORDERS!
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New sectionMr.s Eileen Drummond of Clewiston, Florid, got very drunk on DeKuyper creme de menthe on the afternoon of July 2. She wanted to get drunk because if she was drunk she wouldn't have to think about her family, and creme de menth was the only kind of alcohol she could stand. She had found a baggie filled with marijuana in her sixteen-year-old's room the day before and had succeeded in getting stoned, but being stoned only seemed to make things worse. She had sat in her living room all afternoon, stoned and crying over photographs in her scrapbook.So, this afternoon she drank a whole bottle of creme de menth and then got sick and threw up in the bathroom and then went to bed and lit a cigarette and fell asleep and burned the house down and she didn't have to think about it anymore, ever. The wind had freshened, and she also burned down most of Clewiston. No great loss.End
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Mr.s Eileen Drummond of Clewiston, Florid, got very drunk on DeKuyper creme de menthe on the afternoon of July 2. She wanted to get drunk because if she was drunk she wouldn't have to think about her family, and creme de menth was the only kind of alcohol she could stand. She had found a baggie filled with marijuana in her sixteen-year-old's room the day before and had succeeded in getting stoned, but being stoned only seemed to make things worse. She had sat in her living room all afternoon, stoned and crying over photographs in her scrapbook.
So, this afternoon she drank a whole bottle of creme de menth and then got sick and threw up in the bathroom and then went to bed and lit a cigarette and fell asleep and burned the house down and she didn't have to think about it anymore, ever. The wind had freshened, and she also burned down most of Clewiston. No great loss.
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NewThere was one wooden box with small gold hinges on it, and in this box was a gun. A .45 caliber pistol. It lay on red velvet, and in a secret compartment belowthe red velvet were some bullets. They were green and mossy-looking, but Irma thought they would work all right. Bullets were Metal. They didn't spoil like milk or cheese.She loaded the gun under the single cobwebby attic bulb, and then went down to eat her breakfast at her own kitchen table. She would not hide like a mouse in a hold any longer. She was armed. Let the rapers beware.
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There was one wooden box with small gold hinges on it, and in this box was a gun. A .45 caliber pistol. It lay on red velvet, and in a secret compartment belowthe red velvet were some bullets. They were green and mossy-looking, but Irma thought they would work all right. Bullets were Metal. They didn't spoil like milk or cheese.
She loaded the gun under the single cobwebby attic bulb, and then went down to eat her breakfast at her own kitchen table. She would not hide like a mouse in a hold any longer. She was armed. Let the rapers beware.
>>22That afternoon she went out on the front porch to read her book. The name of the book was Satan Is Alive and Well on the Planet Earth. It was grim and joyful stuff. The sinners and the ingrates had gotten their just deserts, just as the book said they would. They were all gone. Except for a few hippie rapers, and she guessed she could handle them. The gun was by her side.At two o'clock the man with the blond hair came back. He was so drunk he could hardly stand up. He saw Irma and his face lightened, no doubt thinking of how lucky he had been to finally discover "some pussy""Hey baby" he cried. "It's just you and me! How long-" Then terror clouded his face as he saw Irma put down her book and raise the .45."Hey, listen, put that thing down...is it loaded? Hey-!"Irma pulled the trigger. The pistol exploded, killing her instantly. No great lossEND
>>22
That afternoon she went out on the front porch to read her book. The name of the book was Satan Is Alive and Well on the Planet Earth. It was grim and joyful stuff. The sinners and the ingrates had gotten their just deserts, just as the book said they would. They were all gone. Except for a few hippie rapers, and she guessed she could handle them. The gun was by her side.
At two o'clock the man with the blond hair came back. He was so drunk he could hardly stand up. He saw Irma and his face lightened, no doubt thinking of how lucky he had been to finally discover "some pussy"
"Hey baby" he cried. "It's just you and me! How long-" Then terror clouded his face as he saw Irma put down her book and raise the .45.
"Hey, listen, put that thing down...is it loaded? Hey-!"
Irma pulled the trigger. The pistol exploded, killing her instantly. No great loss
END
This is the moderator speaking. Don't plagiarize. If I see evidence of a piece of fiction already published and it goes uncredited I will delete the post despite how awesome the story is. Creepypasta is a wholly different animal, of course. A permanent creepypasta post will be set up when we can, but until then, please refer to the ED's exhaustive collection: http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/CreepypastaThat's it. Well, no. I lied. Please cook up some original content. I encourage all of you no matter how inexperienced or shy you may be to write on here. You operate under the condition of anonymity, no one here knows you: use us as a resource to help you improve.HTK-3.15.2008-/p/
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Now who the fuck remembers which person wrote a bit of creepypasta? Who'll take credit for this story:A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out, all he saw was red.At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and the lady said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red."
Now who the fuck remembers which person wrote a bit of creepypasta? Who'll take credit for this story:
A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out, all he saw was red.
At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and the lady said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red."
>>2Again, as I said- creepypasta's different from published fiction in that it is purposely anonymous. No need to take credit for those.God, Zodiac's good.
>>2Again, as I said- creepypasta's different from published fiction in that it is purposely anonymous. No need to take credit for those.
God, Zodiac's good.
Declan screamed in pain which quickly turned into a maniacal laugh. The thing and Declan were on the edge of the light and dark. The sounds of high pitched laughter and decries of hunger surrounded him. He felt the fangs of fear starting to tickle his chest. The barbaric thing that dragged him started talking in a gruff foreign tongue to the awaiting pale beasts. During this Declan reached down to his belt and pulled out a fragmentation grenade. He pulled the pin and gently tossed it into the darkness. His mind boggling laughter was louder then the screaming ivory assassins. So was the explosion. The thing had enough of the rebellious bag of meat in his hands. It dug it’s long claws into the shattered leg and threw his prey into the awaiting jaws of the night. Fear sunk it’s large jaws into his beating heart. Declan hit the ground with the thud and the world exploded into a display of white light. The landing jarred his broken UV lights back to life. Screams of pain and the sight of fleeing white fiends made his sense of humor explode in oblivion. His hysterical laughter heightened as he caught the scent of burnt flesh. The hairy white thing that dragged him out of his haven started calmly stalking towards the insane man.
Declan screamed in pain which quickly turned into a maniacal laugh. The thing and Declan were on the edge of the light and dark. The sounds of high pitched laughter and decries of hunger surrounded him. He felt the fangs of fear starting to tickle his chest.
The barbaric thing that dragged him started talking in a gruff foreign tongue to the awaiting pale beasts. During this Declan reached down to his belt and pulled out a fragmentation grenade. He pulled the pin and gently tossed it into the darkness. His mind boggling laughter was louder then the screaming ivory assassins. So was the explosion. The thing had enough of the rebellious bag of meat in his hands. It dug it’s long claws into the shattered leg and threw his prey into the awaiting jaws of the night. Fear sunk it’s large jaws into his beating heart. Declan hit the ground with the thud and the world exploded into a display of white light. The landing jarred his broken UV lights back to life. Screams of pain and the sight of fleeing white fiends made his sense of humor explode in oblivion. His hysterical laughter heightened as he caught the scent of burnt flesh. The hairy white thing that dragged him out of his haven started calmly stalking towards the insane man.
>>7Sorry dude but i wrote this >>1 and >>6It is nothing like "I, Lucifer" This story actually has a plot which i didn't post so sorry bud nice try
>>7
Sorry dude but i wrote this >>1 and >>6
It is nothing like "I, Lucifer"
This story actually has a plot which i didn't post so sorry bud nice try
>>5>>5 I really don't know whats causing that...
>>5>>5
I really don't know whats causing that...
>>9The board doesn't have a word wrap built in, so if you compose someting in wordpad or notepad it doesn't default to wrapping the text, i just copy+pasted it into microsoft word, and re-copy+pasted back into the board, solved them thar problems right quick, i reckon.
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June 12th 2012Declan stumbled into the small cottage on the small hill and flipped on a switch on the nearest wall. A glorious yellow artificial light lit up the abandoned home shunning out the imaginary horrors that could have been hiding in the blackness. The sight of old relics of furniture warmed his bones. The large brown leather couch beckoned him to sit and relax. Behind him he heard Dave’s heavy dragging footfalls. Declan turned and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of his injured companion. He supported the dead weight and limped over to the comfortable brown couch. He laid Dave down and smiled at the drained white face of his friend. Declan then gently removed an old photo of when he was younger. His smile widened as his wide raced back to the days where the sun illumined the corners of the world. He walked over to black dresser and placed the memory in front of a black and white picture portrait of a soldier. Declan quickly half hopped back to his mortally wounded lieutenant. Dave’s hands clamped on the two flaps of skin and tried to keep them together. Even with the desperate effort of the urgency of survival it did not stem the river of crimson that started to desecrate the once comfortable couch. Declan felt nothing as Dave started to cry. A twisted white piece of intestine escaped the wound and slithered down to the dirty wood floor.
June 12th 2012Declan stumbled into the small cottage on the small hill and flipped on a switch on the nearest wall. A glorious yellow artificial light lit up the abandoned home shunning out the imaginary horrors that could have been hiding in the blackness. The sight of old relics of furniture warmed his bones. The large brown leather couch beckoned him to sit and relax. Behind him he heard Dave’s heavy dragging footfalls. Declan turned and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of his injured companion. He supported the dead weight and limped over to the comfortable brown couch. He laid Dave down and smiled at the drained white face of his friend. Declan then gently removed an old photo of when he was younger. His smile widened as his wide raced back to the days where the sun illumined the corners of the world. He walked over to black dresser and placed the memory in front of a black and white picture portrait of a soldier.
Declan quickly half hopped back to his mortally wounded lieutenant. Dave’s hands clamped on the two flaps of skin and tried to keep them together. Even with the desperate effort of the urgency of survival it did not stem the river of crimson that started to desecrate the once comfortable couch. Declan felt nothing as Dave started to cry. A twisted white piece of intestine escaped the wound and slithered down to the dirty wood floor.
Liam quickly stood and hopped on the porch and quickly shot through the rustic wood floorboards trying to luckily hit one of the red eyes. During his seventh shot he was tackled from his side by a body seemingly as thick as a bull. Liam landed on his back and looked directly into the pale monster’s eyes. One was brown the other was dark blood red. It even had short stubbly hair growing on it’s scalp. The bright bathing light from the house didn’t seem to bother it at all. Liam knew that the half breed still didn’t have the mentality to resist the animal urge to kill what it hunted. This was true as it raised it clawed hand and sliced deep through Liam’s midsection. Liam suppressed a scream as he raised his now heavy rifle. He was about to squeeze the trigger but instead underneath the porch in Dan’s last dying effort to save his friend from the fate that he faced he detonated the four sticks of C4 that were attached to his chest. The left end of the large porch exploded into a fiery inferno. Liam didn’t pull the trigger of his rifle. The half breed stopped its vicious attack mid swing as a large spear shaped piece of debris entered it’s manlike skull. It fell on top of Liam twitching and puking up dark sticky blood. With all of Liam’s might he pushed the dying nightmare off of him. He then began to crawl towards the open door. Tears of agony and regret began to flow down Liam’s face. Dan died for him. Dan was the last object that held Liam’s insanity and now all that was left of him was a burning red mist. Behind him the once horrific screams of the ivory beasts were sad and mournful. Liam turned towards the sound of their lamentations and saw their pale bodies kneeling in the firelight. Liam wanted to fell like they were weeping for what they did to him as well as he crawled through the wooden doorway into heaven. After Liam brought his unmoving legs into the safety of the warm lit home he slammed the heavy oak door shut. He slowly laid his back and head down on the soft rugged floor. Pain rippled through his legs and gut but he ignored it as he drifted into a deep slumber. Nightmares racked his tormented brain. He dreamt of a forest of large skeletons the size of redwoods. He felt the urgent need to run through the evil white forest endlessly. The dead pale faces of his lost friends appeared and disappeared out of the corner of his eye. They taunted him and heckled the sprinting Liam. The forest of skeletons thinned out and gave way to a gray flatland that was covered in a thick yellow mist. Liam began to walk through the dangerous fog towards an unknown direction. Then the four women that took shelter in Liam’s hollow heart rose from the thick wet blanket of death. They stared at him with red empty eye sockets. Blood began to pour from the circular ditches and cascade down their pale blue faces. Liam dropped to his knees and tried to cry out in a broken willed sorrow but a pale gnarled hand grabbed him by the throat. Liam raised his eyes to see that it was Tomas who was tormenting him. Tomas’s mouth did not open but his voice boomed in Liam’s spectral ears “JOIN US!”
Liam quickly stood and hopped on the porch and quickly shot through the rustic wood floorboards trying to luckily hit one of the red eyes. During his seventh shot he was tackled from his side by a body seemingly as thick as a bull. Liam landed on his back and looked directly into the pale monster’s eyes. One was brown the other was dark blood red. It even had short stubbly hair growing on it’s scalp. The bright bathing light from the house didn’t seem to bother it at all. Liam knew that the half breed still didn’t have the mentality to resist the animal urge to kill what it hunted. This was true as it raised it clawed hand and sliced deep through Liam’s midsection. Liam suppressed a scream as he raised his now heavy rifle. He was about to squeeze the trigger but instead underneath the porch in Dan’s last dying effort to save his friend from the fate that he faced he detonated the four sticks of C4 that were attached to his chest. The left end of the large porch exploded into a fiery inferno. Liam didn’t pull the trigger of his rifle. The half breed stopped its vicious attack mid swing as a large spear shaped piece of debris entered it’s manlike skull. It fell on top of Liam twitching and puking up dark sticky blood. With all of Liam’s might he pushed the dying nightmare off of him. He then began to crawl towards the open door. Tears of agony and regret began to flow down Liam’s face. Dan died for him. Dan was the last object that held Liam’s insanity and now all that was left of him was a burning red mist. Behind him the once horrific screams of the ivory beasts were sad and mournful. Liam turned towards the sound of their lamentations and saw their pale bodies kneeling in the firelight. Liam wanted to fell like they were weeping for what they did to him as well as he crawled through the wooden doorway into heaven.
After Liam brought his unmoving legs into the safety of the warm lit home he slammed the heavy oak door shut. He slowly laid his back and head down on the soft rugged floor. Pain rippled through his legs and gut but he ignored it as he drifted into a deep slumber.
Nightmares racked his tormented brain. He dreamt of a forest of large skeletons the size of redwoods. He felt the urgent need to run through the evil white forest endlessly. The dead pale faces of his lost friends appeared and disappeared out of the corner of his eye. They taunted him and heckled the sprinting Liam. The forest of skeletons thinned out and gave way to a gray flatland that was covered in a thick yellow mist. Liam began to walk through the dangerous fog towards an unknown direction. Then the four women that took shelter in Liam’s hollow heart rose from the thick wet blanket of death. They stared at him with red empty eye sockets. Blood began to pour from the circular ditches and cascade down their pale blue faces. Liam dropped to his knees and tried to cry out in a broken willed sorrow but a pale gnarled hand grabbed him by the throat. Liam raised his eyes to see that it was Tomas who was tormenting him. Tomas’s mouth did not open but his voice boomed in Liam’s spectral ears “JOIN US!”
June 14th 2014He woke up weeping. The gash in his gut was secreting stomach acid and it was melting everything it touched. His intestines were now just mushy bleeding flesh. He tried to stand but all he managed to do was realize that both his legs were shattered. He cried out in pain a shamed pain. His grey eyes did not contain anymore tears. Liam looked did a quick overview of the plain luminous home. He noticed on the black dresser a small family photo that looked like his own. A melancholy smile formed on his face. He looked up and saw the large oak door that blocked his way to the outside world and to his final escape. He lifted his sore right arm and took grasp of the brass knob. With all his might he turned the brass gateway and pushed it open. The cold air punched him in the face and froze his lungs. Everything out there was black, just like his fate. He looked around and found his Famas two feet from him. He reached over and grabbed his father’s rifle. He flipped on the flashlight attachment and began crawling towards his grave. All the flashlight revealed were gray moss and brown mushrooms.Screams of sadness came from the darkness. Liam tried to reveal from where they emanated from with light but managed to see only mushrooms and the reflections of eyes staring at him. The lit up eyes screamed the bone chilling sound of sadness once more. They tried to intimidate to tell him to stay away, but the sounds of death and pain just coaxed him even more towards the awaiting darkness. With each crawl he accomplished to move his body deeper and deeper into the womb of his final sleep. Liam felt the shattered bones grinding against each other. He gritted his teeth and started humming an ancient song his mother used to sing to him when he was little. Something rushed out of the darkness and snapped his light off his rifle and threw it back into the house. His pounding heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest.
June 14th 2014
He woke up weeping. The gash in his gut was secreting stomach acid and it was melting everything it touched. His intestines were now just mushy bleeding flesh. He tried to stand but all he managed to do was realize that both his legs were shattered. He cried out in pain a shamed pain. His grey eyes did not contain anymore tears. Liam looked did a quick overview of the plain luminous home. He noticed on the black dresser a small family photo that looked like his own. A melancholy smile formed on his face. He looked up and saw the large oak door that blocked his way to the outside world and to his final escape. He lifted his sore right arm and took grasp of the brass knob. With all his might he turned the brass gateway and pushed it open. The cold air punched him in the face and froze his lungs. Everything out there was black, just like his fate. He looked around and found his Famas two feet from him. He reached over and grabbed his father’s rifle. He flipped on the flashlight attachment and began crawling towards his grave. All the flashlight revealed were gray moss and brown mushrooms.
Screams of sadness came from the darkness. Liam tried to reveal from where they emanated from with light but managed to see only mushrooms and the reflections of eyes staring at him. The lit up eyes screamed the bone chilling sound of sadness once more. They tried to intimidate to tell him to stay away, but the sounds of death and pain just coaxed him even more towards the awaiting darkness. With each crawl he accomplished to move his body deeper and deeper into the womb of his final sleep. Liam felt the shattered bones grinding against each other. He gritted his teeth and started humming an ancient song his mother used to sing to him when he was little. Something rushed out of the darkness and snapped his light off his rifle and threw it back into the house. His pounding heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest.
A clawed hand brushed against his face. He just kept on humming.Something ripped open his shirt and sliced open an inch of his skin.He just kept on humming.Something smashed his wrist and knocked his rifle out of his hand. He could hear the screams of more sad tormentors coming towards him.He just kept on humming.Something grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him over the moss and mushrooms. He could feel the roots of his hair being ripped out.He suppressed a grunt and kept on humming.The thing reluctantly dropped him and dug his sharp teeth into his shoulder. Liam took his free arm and grabbed his long ragged knife on his hip. Liam smashed his knife into the fiend’s brittle skull. Another ivory death dealer latched on his ankle. It didn’t bite down it just sadly grunted a slur of words no human ears would understand. Liam quickly racked loose the knife from the deceased monster’s skull and slashed the face of whatever was on his ankle. It shrieked in horror and removed Liam’s foot before departing back into the darkness.Liam himself started screamingAfter a minute or two of constant screaming Liam calmed himself down with deep breaths and started to crawl again. Silence enveloped the world around him. Not even the screams of sadness filled the cold June air. Liam chuckled and started humming again. Then from out of the monotonous silence four mouths filled with razor sharp teeth latched onto each of his limbs. Liam tried to slash out with his knife but the muscles in his right arm were severed. He could sense one of his towering pale nightmares standing next to his body. The tall blinking red eyes stared at the battered defender. Liam met the ruby gaze. The angel of death bent down and dragged it’s gnarled white finger in a cross like motion across his sweaty forehead. He could the small cuts slowly leak with blood. His ivory counterpart then bent down and kissed the newly formed cross with cracked lips. Liam then became suspended from the damp ground by the nightmares gnawing on his extremities. Liam then turned his head towards the horrible black sky. No stars lit his death. They said that when you were dying you could see a bright shining light like when in the old days where you would look directly into the sun and see the purple dots dance around in your vision. The sickening snap of his arm being cracked in two made his mind cry out in fear and panic. Liam completely ignored the sirens of alarm that bounced around in his tortured head. He smiled as he watched the ink black oval recede from his long lost companion. He waited to see his old friend. Waiting to see his light. Out of the corner of his eye Tom was standing amongst the ashen nightmares.A sharp pair of teeth severed his spine. The Sun burned his vision.
A clawed hand brushed against his face.
He just kept on humming.
Something ripped open his shirt and sliced open an inch of his skin.
Something smashed his wrist and knocked his rifle out of his hand. He could hear the screams of more sad tormentors coming towards him.
Something grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him over the moss and mushrooms. He could feel the roots of his hair being ripped out.
He suppressed a grunt and kept on humming.
The thing reluctantly dropped him and dug his sharp teeth into his shoulder. Liam took his free arm and grabbed his long ragged knife on his hip. Liam smashed his knife into the fiend’s brittle skull. Another ivory death dealer latched on his ankle. It didn’t bite down it just sadly grunted a slur of words no human ears would understand. Liam quickly racked loose the knife from the deceased monster’s skull and slashed the face of whatever was on his ankle. It shrieked in horror and removed Liam’s foot before departing back into the darkness.
Liam himself started screaming
After a minute or two of constant screaming Liam calmed himself down with deep breaths and started to crawl again. Silence enveloped the world around him. Not even the screams of sadness filled the cold June air. Liam chuckled and started humming again. Then from out of the monotonous silence four mouths filled with razor sharp teeth latched onto each of his limbs. Liam tried to slash out with his knife but the muscles in his right arm were severed. He could sense one of his towering pale nightmares standing next to his body. The tall blinking red eyes stared at the battered defender. Liam met the ruby gaze. The angel of death bent down and dragged it’s gnarled white finger in a cross like motion across his sweaty forehead. He could the small cuts slowly leak with blood. His ivory counterpart then bent down and kissed the newly formed cross with cracked lips. Liam then became suspended from the damp ground by the nightmares gnawing on his extremities. Liam then turned his head towards the horrible black sky. No stars lit his death. They said that when you were dying you could see a bright shining light like when in the old days where you would look directly into the sun and see the purple dots dance around in your vision. The sickening snap of his arm being cracked in two made his mind cry out in fear and panic. Liam completely ignored the sirens of alarm that bounced around in his tortured head. He smiled as he watched the ink black oval recede from his long lost companion.
He waited to see his old friend.
Waiting to see his light.
Out of the corner of his eye Tom was standing amongst the ashen nightmares.
A sharp pair of teeth severed his spine.
The Sun burned his vision.
I began the basic snowman building process by making the biggest snowball I possibly could by rolling it around in the snow. I then repeated this process two more times, but making the snowball smaller each time so that I could stack them on the first. I then proceeded to add the carrot for the nose and the blueberries for the eyes and mouth. It was perfect, but something was missing. It needed a hat. Like a Frosty the Snowman hat, but cooler. “C’mon Sammy, lets go inside and find a hat.”I merrily ran to the door with the dog gleefully running beside me. Man this night couldn’t be better. I reached my hand to the door and tried to open it…hmm it wouldn’t budge. It must have frozen shut or something. That’s odd.“Let’s go to the sidedoor.”We didn’t run to the side door. I was tired now from all my fun in the snow. I also was a little weirded out by the fact that the door wouldn’t open. That’s never happened before. “Sammy why do you think it wouldn’t open”silence“Sammy?”I stopped walking and looked around, no dog. The surrounding darkness began to close in around me. My eyes began to tear up. I was scared. Then I remembered….Footprints! I looked down and noticed that the dog footprints ran up ahead. Sammy must have ran ahead while I was mulling over the door. Wow, it must be really excited to finish the snowman.Then the barking started.I sprinted ahead as fast as my tired lil legs could go in this snow.“SAMMY! SAMMY, I’M COMING, DON’T BE AFRAID!”Sammy must have gotten spooked when she realized I wasn’t around.I could see the light above the side door…and Sammy below it still barking.I slowly approached her; I wanted to make sure I didn’t scare her anymore.“Hey Sammy, It’s just me, don’t be afraid.”Sammy started scratching at the door. Ah why didn’t I think of that, Sammy has to be cold; we have been out here for an hour already. I turned the handle to the side door and walked in. First things first, to find out why the front door wasn’t working. I quickly tossed off my boots and walked to the door. Hmmm, it was locked. This would be logical if I had not used it earlier to go out, because we always have every door in the house locked. Oh well maybe I went out the garage door. Yea, I must have because that’s closer to wear we keep the snow gear anyways. As I went to find a hat, a scary thought crossed my mind…I didn’t have to unlock the side door with my key…
I began the basic snowman building process by making the biggest snowball I possibly could by rolling it around in the snow. I then repeated this process two more times, but making the snowball smaller each time so that I could stack them on the first. I then proceeded to add the carrot for the nose and the blueberries for the eyes and mouth. It was perfect, but something was missing. It needed a hat. Like a Frosty the Snowman hat, but cooler. “C’mon Sammy, lets go inside and find a hat.”I merrily ran to the door with the dog gleefully running beside me. Man this night couldn’t be better. I reached my hand to the door and tried to open it…hmm it wouldn’t budge. It must have frozen shut or something. That’s odd.“Let’s go to the sidedoor.”
We didn’t run to the side door. I was tired now from all my fun in the snow. I also was a little weirded out by the fact that the door wouldn’t open. That’s never happened before. “Sammy why do you think it wouldn’t open”silence“Sammy?”I stopped walking and looked around, no dog. The surrounding darkness began to close in around me. My eyes began to tear up. I was scared. Then I remembered….Footprints! I looked down and noticed that the dog footprints ran up ahead. Sammy must have ran ahead while I was mulling over the door. Wow, it must be really excited to finish the snowman.
Then the barking started.
I sprinted ahead as fast as my tired lil legs could go in this snow.“SAMMY! SAMMY, I’M COMING, DON’T BE AFRAID!”Sammy must have gotten spooked when she realized I wasn’t around.I could see the light above the side door…and Sammy below it still barking.I slowly approached her; I wanted to make sure I didn’t scare her anymore.“Hey Sammy, It’s just me, don’t be afraid.”Sammy started scratching at the door. Ah why didn’t I think of that, Sammy has to be cold; we have been out here for an hour already. I turned the handle to the side door and walked in. First things first, to find out why the front door wasn’t working. I quickly tossed off my boots and walked to the door. Hmmm, it was locked. This would be logical if I had not used it earlier to go out, because we always have every door in the house locked. Oh well maybe I went out the garage door. Yea, I must have because that’s closer to wear we keep the snow gear anyways. As I went to find a hat, a scary thought crossed my mind…
I didn’t have to unlock the side door with my key…
>>1
fuck delete this
...this is obviosuly a mis-post i guess
“Hey Dad?”“Yea?”“How was the movie?”“It was funny.”“Hey Dad?”“Yea?”“You didn’t go see a movie; you went to Jack’s new restaurant.”I couldn’t see the face of “dad” it was to dark inside the house and I dropped my flashlight in the snow. “Please don’t hurt me mister” I began to cry again.Just then a car pulled up in my driveway…I hope this is my parents this time, I can’t take any more false hopes.The headlights on the front of the car briefly lit up the inside of my house, but it didn’t help see the face of the person in front of me. He was to…shadowy.“Ah saved by the parents. It would do me no good to be seen here. Don’t tell anyone of this little…event tonight, I would hate something to happen to Sammy”I had just realized that I haven’t seen the dog since I came into the house.“Please don’t hurt her mister, she’s just a puppy.”“Well that all depends on you Andrew, and remember, I’ll be watching.”Just then my parents walked in the door.“Andrew are you all right? Why is the front door open? Where’s the dog?”“Mommy it was terrible, this bad man came and scared me and Sammy both, and he’s standing right there. He has Sammy, Mommy!” I cried as I pointed to the direction of the man. “There’s nothing there honey. You must have been having a bad dream.”I ran over to where the man was and…nothing. I dismissed the night off as a terrible nightmare, and my mom tucked me to sleep and said don’t worry about the dog; she will turn up in the morning.My last thought before I dozed off was of what the dream man said…”I’d hate for something to happen to Sammy”Sammy was found frozen to death(de-boned) outside the next morning.
“Hey Dad?”“Yea?”“How was the movie?”“It was funny.”“Hey Dad?”“Yea?”“You didn’t go see a movie; you went to Jack’s new restaurant.”
I couldn’t see the face of “dad” it was to dark inside the house and I dropped my flashlight in the snow.
“Please don’t hurt me mister” I began to cry again.
Just then a car pulled up in my driveway…I hope this is my parents this time, I can’t take any more false hopes.
The headlights on the front of the car briefly lit up the inside of my house, but it didn’t help see the face of the person in front of me. He was to…shadowy.“Ah saved by the parents. It would do me no good to be seen here. Don’t tell anyone of this little…event tonight, I would hate something to happen to Sammy”
I had just realized that I haven’t seen the dog since I came into the house.
“Please don’t hurt her mister, she’s just a puppy.”“Well that all depends on you Andrew, and remember, I’ll be watching.”
Just then my parents walked in the door.“Andrew are you all right? Why is the front door open? Where’s the dog?”“Mommy it was terrible, this bad man came and scared me and Sammy both, and he’s standing right there. He has Sammy, Mommy!” I cried as I pointed to the direction of the man. “There’s nothing there honey. You must have been having a bad dream.”I ran over to where the man was and…nothing. I dismissed the night off as a terrible nightmare, and my mom tucked me to sleep and said don’t worry about the dog; she will turn up in the morning.
My last thought before I dozed off was of what the dream man said…”I’d hate for something to happen to Sammy”
Sammy was found frozen to death(de-boned) outside the next morning.
shit did it again
WET HAND MANI NEED THE SOURCE
WET HAND MAN
I NEED THE SOURCE
>>4Hahaha yeah.
It's kinda like diary entries.Very odd ones at that.
It's kinda like diary entries.
Very odd ones at that.
Sauce is definitely needed, this was some of the best creeypasta i've read
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man's arm, and I hate this, it's disgusting. I hate his screams, because I don't like pain, I don't like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is what we do. Of course, if I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough, he'll rise up and follow me back to our dusty field outside the city, and that might make me feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that's close. If I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough...But of course I don't leave enough. I eat his brain, because that's the good part. That's the part that, when I swallow it, makes my head light up with feelings. Clear memories. For about three to ten seconds, depending on the person, I get to feel alive. I get traces of delicious meals, beautiful music, perfume, orgasms, sunsets, life. Then it fades, and I get up and stumble out of the city, still dead, but feeling a little less so. Feeling ok.I don't know why we have to eat people. I don't understand what chewing off a man's neck accomplishes. We certainly don't digest the meat and absorb the nutrients. My stomach is a rotted bag of dried bile, useless. We don't digest, we just eat until the weight forces it out our ass holes, and then we eat more. It feels so useless, and yet it keeps us walking. I don't know why. None of us really understand why we are the way we are. We don't know if we're the result of some strange global infection, or some ancient curse, or something even more senseless. We don't talk about it much. Existential debate is not a major part of zombie life. We are here, and we do things. We are simple. It's nice sometimes.Outside the city again, back with the others in the dust field, I start walking in a circle for no reason. I plant one foot in the dirt and pivot on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust. Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this. I remember stress. I remember bills and deadlines, Asset Retention Reports. I remember being so occupied, so always everywhere all the time occupied. Now I'm just standing in a wide-open field of dust, walking in a circle. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy.After a few days of this, I stop walking, and I stand still, swaying back and forth and groaning a little. I don't know why I groan. I'm not in pain, and I'm not sad. I think it's just air being squeezed in and out of my lungs. When my lungs decompose, it will probably stop. And now, while swaying and groaning, I notice a dead woman standing a few feet away from me, facing the distant mountains. She doesn't sway or groan, her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her, that she doesn't sway or groan. I walk over and stand beside her. I wheeze some kind of greeting, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder.
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man's arm, and I hate this, it's disgusting. I hate his screams, because I don't like pain, I don't like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is what we do. Of course, if I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough, he'll rise up and follow me back to our dusty field outside the city, and that might make me feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that's close. If I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough...
But of course I don't leave enough. I eat his brain, because that's the good part. That's the part that, when I swallow it, makes my head light up with feelings. Clear memories. For about three to ten seconds, depending on the person, I get to feel alive. I get traces of delicious meals, beautiful music, perfume, orgasms, sunsets, life. Then it fades, and I get up and stumble out of the city, still dead, but feeling a little less so. Feeling ok.
I don't know why we have to eat people. I don't understand what chewing off a man's neck accomplishes. We certainly don't digest the meat and absorb the nutrients. My stomach is a rotted bag of dried bile, useless. We don't digest, we just eat until the weight forces it out our ass holes, and then we eat more. It feels so useless, and yet it keeps us walking. I don't know why. None of us really understand why we are the way we are. We don't know if we're the result of some strange global infection, or some ancient curse, or something even more senseless. We don't talk about it much. Existential debate is not a major part of zombie life. We are here, and we do things. We are simple. It's nice sometimes.
Outside the city again, back with the others in the dust field, I start walking in a circle for no reason. I plant one foot in the dirt and pivot on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust. Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this. I remember stress. I remember bills and deadlines, Asset Retention Reports. I remember being so occupied, so always everywhere all the time occupied. Now I'm just standing in a wide-open field of dust, walking in a circle. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy.
After a few days of this, I stop walking, and I stand still, swaying back and forth and groaning a little. I don't know why I groan. I'm not in pain, and I'm not sad. I think it's just air being squeezed in and out of my lungs. When my lungs decompose, it will probably stop. And now, while swaying and groaning, I notice a dead woman standing a few feet away from me, facing the distant mountains. She doesn't sway or groan, her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her, that she doesn't sway or groan. I walk over and stand beside her. I wheeze some kind of greeting, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder.
On another thread on /p/, someone was dumping their creepypasta. Its like the first or second one they post.
TO ANOTHER THREAD!
Did you find your way alright Ghastly?
You want something, don’t you? Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t want that burden. But I will tell you where to go to find your answers, whatever they may be.You’ll have to go to the land of sacred springs. They call it Eureka now. It has changed much over time. The city that exists currently sits on top of the original, which had been slowly swallowed by the land. You can still reach those interred depths through the basements of the oldest buildings, but I would advise against it. There is a reason those passages had been bricked up and sealed with chantings of the last few natives to live in the area. It’s best to let the buried stay underground. Besides, that is not what you came for is it?
You want something, don’t you? Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t want that burden. But I will tell you where to go to find your answers, whatever they may be.
You’ll have to go to the land of sacred springs. They call it Eureka now. It has changed much over time. The city that exists currently sits on top of the original, which had been slowly swallowed by the land. You can still reach those interred depths through the basements of the oldest buildings, but I would advise against it. There is a reason those passages had been bricked up and sealed with chantings of the last few natives to live in the area. It’s best to let the buried stay underground. Besides, that is not what you came for is it?
As you enter, make sure to greet the man behind the counter politely. If he asks you how he can help, tell him you are looking. Do not tell him why you are there. If there are any other costumers, do not give them anything more than a polite greeting also. The first floor will be cluttered with old and decaying books and statues of different beings. The books contain maps to all things lost, words of power and death that can no longer be repeated, stories that will never exist, and secrets whose questions have been forgotten. The statues will tell you of all that they have witnessed over their existences for just a small bit of your flesh. They wish to be human, you know.If you continue to the hazardous looking staircase that leads upstairs, ignore the masks that line the walls. They are of long dead chiefs and shamans from the Dark Continent. Ignore their plaintive stares and never put one on. For those dead great mages wish nothing more than to live again. The second floor will be covered in filth and ancient dust. Nothing has a place as everything lies around, and on top, and underneath everything else. Be careful here, there are things that should not be disturbed. You will find many different animals and pieces of creatures that have been subjugated to a special kind of taxidermy which also preserves the soul. Do not try to interact with them, they are very angry creatures now and hold nothing but contempt for all that live. You can feel their hatred, it is almost palpable. There will be many paintings littered about upon the walls and floors. Scenes of exquisite beauty and peace, while others will be of incredible suffering and horror. Each of these small worlds you can visit if you wish, but the likely hood of return is small.
As you enter, make sure to greet the man behind the counter politely. If he asks you how he can help, tell him you are looking. Do not tell him why you are there. If there are any other costumers, do not give them anything more than a polite greeting also. The first floor will be cluttered with old and decaying books and statues of different beings. The books contain maps to all things lost, words of power and death that can no longer be repeated, stories that will never exist, and secrets whose questions have been forgotten. The statues will tell you of all that they have witnessed over their existences for just a small bit of your flesh. They wish to be human, you know.
If you continue to the hazardous looking staircase that leads upstairs, ignore the masks that line the walls. They are of long dead chiefs and shamans from the Dark Continent. Ignore their plaintive stares and never put one on. For those dead great mages wish nothing more than to live again.
The second floor will be covered in filth and ancient dust. Nothing has a place as everything lies around, and on top, and underneath everything else. Be careful here, there are things that should not be disturbed. You will find many different animals and pieces of creatures that have been subjugated to a special kind of taxidermy which also preserves the soul. Do not try to interact with them, they are very angry creatures now and hold nothing but contempt for all that live. You can feel their hatred, it is almost palpable. There will be many paintings littered about upon the walls and floors. Scenes of exquisite beauty and peace, while others will be of incredible suffering and horror. Each of these small worlds you can visit if you wish, but the likely hood of return is small.
Keep looking and you will find what you need amongst the unusual debris, a small golden statue of the crucifixion of Christ. Place the statue so it is standing, bow your head and say “Christ the Lord, who has died of my sins, to cleanse my blood. Please accept my gift.” Cut a small cross on the tip of your forefinger and place the drip of blood against the Christ’s mouth. Your wound will be healed and the idol will come to life. The golden Christ will inquire with a metallic voice. Answer his questions, do not lie, he will know. If at the end of his questions he replies, “Bless you my son”, then you have succeeded. You may now take your reward, but only take one. The crown of thorns, the cloth, the nail and hammer, the forty pieces of silver. Each has its blessing and its curse. Choose carefully though, you may only do this once.Now that you have what you need, you may leave this place. Thank the man behind the counter for his time. He may ask if you wish to rent the room on the third floor for the night. Respectfully decline and leave. Go down the street the way you came until you are back to the familiar town you wandered through earlier. If you wish to return to the shop again, it will not be so easy.
Keep looking and you will find what you need amongst the unusual debris, a small golden statue of the crucifixion of Christ. Place the statue so it is standing, bow your head and say “Christ the Lord, who has died of my sins, to cleanse my blood. Please accept my gift.” Cut a small cross on the tip of your forefinger and place the drip of blood against the Christ’s mouth. Your wound will be healed and the idol will come to life. The golden Christ will inquire with a metallic voice. Answer his questions, do not lie, he will know. If at the end of his questions he replies, “Bless you my son”, then you have succeeded. You may now take your reward, but only take one. The crown of thorns, the cloth, the nail and hammer, the forty pieces of silver. Each has its blessing and its curse. Choose carefully though, you may only do this once.
Now that you have what you need, you may leave this place. Thank the man behind the counter for his time. He may ask if you wish to rent the room on the third floor for the night. Respectfully decline and leave. Go down the street the way you came until you are back to the familiar town you wandered through earlier. If you wish to return to the shop again, it will not be so easy.
- kareha 3.1.3 + futaba mode -