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Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
Contains: Blood + Gore description, Strong language and disturbing scenes.
Rated: For ages 17+
"Patient #7732 appears to look stable, as well as patient #7733. However, we might want to recheck #7730." A man in white, began to write on his paper attached to a clipboard, while adjusting his glasses.
It had been three months since I've been working at a place like this. A small, psychiatric hospital for the unique, special people, or should I say for lunatics who can't seem to live a normal life with ordinary people. Then again, I wasn't too ordinary myself, or so mother would tell me. I was usually the weak, sick child in my family. I couldn't manage to finish school. What with many absences in my daily life, not to mention scheduled doctor appointments, I knew I wouldn't have the capacity to get enough credits in my classes. I was more of a needy child than the rest of my relatives. All my siblings would usually surpass me at
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
i don't swim anymore
a few weekends ago i was camping with a group of my friends. all boys since it was a tradition one out of 8 of us chooses a place to camp over the weekend once every year, and it was my turn.
we where having fun, cooking on a low fire, talking about random things like which creepypasta would beat the other or what would be an awesome sith vs. jedi battle, some LARPing here and there, and our favorite making the consolations into monsters.
maybe though it was when we where almost tired out one of us decided it would be fun to go swimming in the bay. i never liked water, but they got me to go in about up to my waist deep. it was to cold to go any deeper, and i was afraid. i wasn't sure of what, but i was ready to run out of that chilling water with out a second thought.
i think it was 5 minutes when we all herd Erick screaming in terror. there was no way to explain how it sound bu
Eclipse Part 17I looked over to see DM and Dove approaching.
“I could feel demonic presences…” DM commented, looking around. Dove stopped behind DM and smirked, looking over at me.
“Yeah…you COULD feel demonic presences…but not anymore…” I smiled and looked up at DM.
“Don’t worry DM, I took care of them. It was just a small pack…easily taken care of...”
I watched as Jack healed my wounds. The sensation stung and was hot, but doable. After a few seconds there was no longer any indication of trauma to my arm. I looked up at Jack whose vision was transfixed at the large moon looming over us. A slight breeze swept past us in our momentary silence. Jack blinked and looked down at me, his face hard.
“Sombaria…she is after you…” His voice sounded calm, but there was definitely an angry tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in confusion.
“……Who?” Jack’s fists tightened
I Was Broken
I was once broken. I was shattered, hurt, sad, and angered. My tears were running down my cheeks like minute waterfalls. My heart was ripped out, and torn apart.
But then the voices came. They came from the darkness and told me everything would be alright. They told me that I would get my revenge. That I would not feel this way anymore.
All I had to do was give in to the sadness and hate, and give my broken spirit to the darkness.
I was broken, but now the darkness holds me together.
I killed people... I am a monster... The voices told me I did it right, and they tell me to do more bad things, but it was not. This is not right. I hate it.
The darkness and I are one now. It will not go away. It is part of me.
I was broken, and now I am shattered.
My blood runs through my fingers so beautifully. It is the color of red roses. It is warm, and I can feel my own unsteady pul
A Real Vampire Love StoryMy husband and I are masters of the night. We are both vampires and are considered some of the finest and most renown.
I can kill in an instant and he can suck more blood than anyone. That's probably why he weighs 340 pounds and I am only 150. "Babe, it's time. This belly isn't going to fill itself." He groaned as he walked up to me while rubbing his grumbling belly.
"Awe. Don't sorry, sweetie. I will find you a nice refreshing meal!" I say, hugging him tight. "I hope so. I'm getting hungry."
"Want to come watch?" I ask him, twirling my hair with my finger.
"I wouldn't even consider going without you."
"Someone has to help clean up." I chuckle and head out to the streets of Las Vegas where we lived now. There was a supple food source here. There was so many criminals, prostitutes, and low lives that it didn't matter if we killed them.
Luckily it was Halloween and it was okay to dress like a crazy person. We didn't look that different from normal people. Our hair is dark and our skin is
I Love YouI don't know what to do anymore..
my brother is haunting me, its nice to have someone who cares about me but he wont let me alone anymore.
I standing in my room staring at my chalk board, it was all clean except for 3 little words.
I Love You
I'm staring at those word and falling down on my knees crying and sobbing.
I lay my hand on my head and grabs my bed sheets.
I cant live longer like this he will kill me with his love.
And if he doesn't do it someone els will do it.
I grabbed my bag and take out a medicine bottle, they sleeping pills i got because i got nightmares all the time and i couldn't sleep because of them.
Slowly i open the bottle and take one pill and swallowed it with some water.
After the first i start taking all of them, i almost choked on them.
I took them all and slowly crawl to my bed.
Soon enough i felt asleep.
But he dint want me to go.
Devin grabbed my arm and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom.
He cryd 'Dont die on my, dont die' he sobbed.
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