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Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'
- The Hoosiers.

Pitch. Black. Darkness.

My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.

I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.

You know when you hear your hou

He loves you...(Creepypasta)

Recuerdo mi infancia débilmente, casi no logro recordar muchas cosas, y bueno, no creo que todo el mundo la recuerde con claridad, pero algo que recuerdo, fue una experiencia un tanto aterradora, pero reconfortante a la vez. Mi nombre es Edward, y estoy aquí para contar algo que recordé recientemente.
Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d

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"Ok everyone, the panel is over. Everyone start exiting out the door." The beautiful GLADOS cosplayer announced. All the cosplay-clad fans began filing out of the large room as the curators and VIPs began gathering their things.

"That was so awesome!!" Exclaimed the mangled Italy cosplayer. A friend of the head of the Hetalia World Meeting panel had decided to cosplay from KyoKyo866's infamous Creepypasta. Episode 23.5. A story in which Italy's allies decided to drown him and eat him because they had run out of food on the island of Seychelles. It had become

Titiritero (one-shot UA) (Chile-Bolivia)Los rumores habían comenzado medio año atrás, dicen que la primera persona en desaparecer fue un profesor de Inglés, que el segundo fue un chico de origen alemán y que el tercero fueron dos mellizos de descendencia mexicana.

Se rumorea en los pasillos de la escuela que todos desaparecieron de la noche a la mañana, que era como si hubieran sido absorbidos por una entidad desconocida. En la casa del profesor el agua seguía andando y los platos a medio lavar inundaban la cocina, era como si hubiera sido evaporado. El alemán desapareció cuando iba a ver a su mejor amigo. Y los hermanos, tal vez la desaparición más notoria; sus padres los escuch

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At the police station, Ethos was detained in the interrogation room. He felt like in a thriller movie. He waited, sitting alone in the room, looking around him. Then two officers came into the room, one of them sat before him, illuminating the young albino’s face with the lamp on the table.

"Listen young man, we know what you did. And we want to know how you did this, so you'd better start talking right now!" shouted the officer in front of him.

"Ah, the act of good and bad cop? Sorry, but it does not work with me, and by the way in case you did not know, I know that behind the mirror there are som

NightmareI was locked up in a building, locked up in a single room, me and two others.

A menacing lady was also there, evil in the very core.

She said that "If you do not get the six stars from your parents because your parents don't want to spoil you rotten, I will personally kill you in the most gruesome way possible."

We were all so scared, we were all so confused.

I knew this woman but I didn't.

The task had so much more depth but it didn't.

I begged to my dad, who thought nothing of it, but he gave me the six stars.

I knew what they were for but I didn't. It was confusing yet it wasn't.

The lady deceived us. She didn't care about the star

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The Small Spaces in Timeby *DeadguyLLC

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©2011-2013 *DeadguyLLC

Flying can be a nightmare. Especially when you wake up to the whole world having changed. Everyone is gone, and the airport never ends.

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~Kanji-The-Wanderer Mar 10, 2013 Student General Artist

whoa, killer work!

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Mood: Wow!

~Syvisrain Jan 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Excellent writing. I actually found myself staring at the last line and heard someone say the word 'Weeeeird' in a weary and belated exhale of breath. It was me, I said it. That was weird man! But well done!

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~Kallios Jan 7, 2012

very, very creepy. I am going to be thinking about this whenever I go onto a plane for the rest of my life.

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*DeadguyLLC Jan 11, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

Ha-thanks!

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