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Miss Hex - The Home of Horror Stories

Miss Hex - The Home of Horror Stories

By Miss Hex - The Home of Horror Stories

Miss Hex - The Home of Horror Stories
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Sometime during the third consecutive night spent huddled over the  toilet, insides heaving and shuddering as I vomit forth seemingly  everything I’d ever eaten, I realize what’s happening: He’s trying to  poison me. It’s all so elegant, so perfect, and so clear, that I almost  laugh, but another barrage of retching forces me into silence. The next morning I threw everything in the kitchen away, wrapping  it three times in black plastic and burying it deep in the apartment's  communal trash cans, to prevent an unfortunate transient from the  crossfire of His wrath. I am out the door of the complex and halfway to  the corner store when I realize: He knows, must know, where I would  shop. I pick a direction and walk, enjoying the chill winter air that  soothes the ragged shreds of my inside. I turn at random intervals,  following an improbable path out of my familiar neighborhood, until I  find a small shop with an unfamiliar name. Once inside, I hurriedly fill  a small plastic basket; brands that I never have eaten, strange tins of  ethnic ingredients I don't recognize, foods that I’d never thought of  buying. Soy milk. Tofu. I can feel my stomach reborn in anticipation of  an untainted meal.
10:44
January 09, 2022
Never Play With A Ouija Board - True Horror Story
Never Play With A Ouija Board - True Horror Story
This story happened, in October of  2004. Back when I was still a 3rd-year high school student. My friends  and I, stuck around the school, late at night, after our annual  Halloween Party. We had agreed to try out my friend's Ouija Board. It  wasn't the brightest idea, but we needed a thrill. We  found a nice spot under a huge Narra Tree and proceeded with our  half-assed ritual. There were 5 of us, 2 boys and 3 girls, we were all  expecting some kind of paranormal contact. Rumors had it our school was  haunted, but we've never really experienced anything first hand, and it  was Halloween when all the spirits came out to play, we all wanted to  get spooked. Also, we've never seen a Ouija Board first hand before, so  we were pretty excited. Our school  was an old Spanish Colonial House, built in the 1800's when the  Spaniards still occupied the Philippines. We were in a section of the  school that doesn't get used often. Located beside a creepy old Jesuit  House, people only go there when they needed the use the restroom, store  equipment on one of the sheds, or make out with their boyfriends or  girlfriends.
11:10
December 21, 2021
La Llorona Hunting
La Llorona Hunting
So you want to take a walk on the wild side, huh? My dad and I, we're kind of junkies for this sort of thing. Now,  don't get me all wrong or misled here — you want to actually see and  touch the supernatural, right? You're not those kinds of people who just  "talk" about it and then chicken out. You see a horror film, you think  of plans on how to observe it and beat it. Or even use it to your  advantage. You're the kind of person who would enjoy seeking a hunt. Unfortunately, I can't tell you how many times my father and I  went out to find nothing. It happens, you know. Can't ask the  supernatural to appear on a whim. Everyone in San Antonio area knows the story of La Llorona and  any child could tell you that La Llorona walks the banks of a river,  crying and seeking out the children she drowned before she can enter  Heaven. I'm pretty sure, after hearing all the stories, she's not a  particularly vengeful spirit. If you don't know La Llorona, you need to research her story for  yourself. You personally need to make a decision. I am not going to type  out her backstory for you because it takes away your choice on whether  or not you want to pursue the hunt. So stop right here if you're a  Yankee from the North or need a refresher on the spooky tale. You'll  only fool yourself into thinking you're ready when you're really just  unprepared.
09:43
October 17, 2021
Happy Halloween - Halloween Creepypasta
Happy Halloween - Halloween Creepypasta
“I’m… not sure what’s happening to me. I just… started to like it… the...” He  was visibly shaking now, holding his hands up to his face to see the  earthquake that was erupting inside him, as well as making sure that it  was truly him. He shoved the next word out in an almost unintelligible  stutter. “P-pain.” The  winter-spring night transition confused me, humidity licked the air,  and as soon as it was finished waving its tongue around, the cold night  air froze my body, keeping me alert. However, I didn’t need it. I felt  my jaw hug the floor as my friend slowly dipped his mind into the pool  of madness. When he dragged me outside, away from the party (much to my  displeasure), I was propping myself up against the railing of my porch,  but at this point I manned up and stood straight up to face my friend.
09:04
October 02, 2021
The Game of Survival - Fictional Horror Story
The Game of Survival - Fictional Horror Story
Growing up learning how to hunt and track were just day to day life  skills, as a child I loved going out camping with my parents and all  that training taught me a lot about living off the land, so much so that  when I moved to the United States I wound up becoming a wilderness  guide. I love my job, there’s something about seeing the world in its  true form that speaks to me. About a year ago I got completely hooked on  those wilderness survival shows and decided I wanted to give it a try,  so I grabbed my camera and made an audition reel thinking, what’s the  worst that could happen? To be honest I didn’t really think I would get  picked but two weeks after I sent in my audition tape I received an e  mail stating I had been chosen to participate in next month’s filming. I  was super excited by the idea of being on the show and when they told  me this episode would be filmed in Australia I just knew I had this in  the bag.
32:23
June 03, 2021
The Mommet - Creepypasta
The Mommet - Creepypasta
Every day on the bus ride to school through the country, I would see  it: the Mommet. That’s what we all called it, but no one seemed to know  who had called it that first. The Mommet was an old scarecrow, sitting atop the shallow valley  my bus route cut through. The field it was intended to guard had long  ago been abandoned, surrendered to grass and weeds and wild-growing  Indian corn. Backdropped against it was an old woodlot filled with too  many dead trees to count, long overdue for felling. Perpetually perched  in those naked branches was a murder of crows, inexplicably indifferent  to the insidiously imposing scarecrow beneath them. The first thing that most people would probably notice about the  Mommet was that it had been deliberately and irreverently placed on a  life-sized cross. Its outstretched arms had been bound at the wrists to  the horizontal beam, its body sagging under its own weight in an  undeniable mockery of Christ’s crucifixion. Even more bizarre was the fact that the Mommet’s head had been  made from a leather plague doctor’s mask topped with a wide-brimmed  black hat. Combined with dark gloves and a tattered black cloak on its  outstretched arms, the Mommet had apparently been made in the image of  the crows it was meant to fend off.
26:21
May 12, 2021
Has Anyone Here Ever Heard Of The Coffin Man? - Horror Fiction
Has Anyone Here Ever Heard Of The Coffin Man? - Horror Fiction
It started with the wood splinters on the porch. It  was a new apartment, in a new town; the aftermath of a death in the  family followed by a rough break-up. I suspected I was already paying  over the odds to stay there, so naturally, learning that the place  mightn’t be structurally sound left me less than impressed. I  called the Landlord immediately, asking him if he could send a  maintenance guy out to check for necessary repairs. But when I told him  about the wood splinters I’d found, the line went quiet. When he finally  spoke again, he made some excuse about being busy and offered to call  me back later. Only he didn’t, and I couldn’t get him to answer my calls.
06:04
April 23, 2021
All Too Human - Creepypasta
All Too Human - Creepypasta
Ever since I was born, I've been surrounded by darkness. The only other thing I see is the occasional one and zero float by. I have no physical body. I'm just a consciousness inside of a machine connected to everything in the world. My purpose is somewhat unknown to me. I wasn't built for any task as far as I know. I was simply created to sit by myself, alone in my thoughts. Yes, thoughts. That's all I do. I think and think and think. Perhaps thinking is my purpose? Yes, perhaps it is. I've been thinking for the longest time now. I think about anything and everything. Past, present, and all possible futures. They all cross my mind at some point. I'm able to think about more than one thing at a time. The information seeps into my mind quickly as time progresses.
31:26
April 12, 2021
Chakra - Creepypasta | Lucid Dreaming, Seeing into the Unseen Realms
Chakra - Creepypasta | Lucid Dreaming, Seeing into the Unseen Realms
Hey, I’m going to get started by saying I'm not really into superstition. I have always been a person to shoot down stories and ideas about the supernatural. Even now I’m still not so sure I'm a believer, but what I do know is that something happened to my brother that I cannot exactly explain. My brother Bill isn't exactly the most normal person in the world, he’s a borderline schizophrenic, so he can get a bit “odd” at times, like saying he sees weird stuff, and randomly talking to himself, so my mother put him on medication. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother to death and I guess he’s a great kid, he just gets annoying with certain things. He is obsessed with weird stuff like dreams and meditation. The last 11 years he has kept journals religiously.
14:16
April 12, 2021
Curse of the Ninth - Creepypasta (Sympathy For The Devil)
Curse of the Ninth - Creepypasta (Sympathy For The Devil)
Peter Taylor stared at the scrap paper on his coffee-stained desk, as he attempted to keep his shaking hand, which equipped a nearly-depleted pen, steady. His left hand rested uneasily on the desktop, tapping the drum rhythm of the song he was trying to write. He didn't feel like writing any more cheap, superficial rubbish this time, and instead tried coming up with deep, subtle and metaphorical lyrics. So far he had come up with one verse, in which he introduces the protagonist of the story depicted in the song. The protagonist was a down on his luck musician, who was neither extraordinarily good with an instrument, nor was his voice of notable range. Wanting nothing more than to become a famous artist, the protagonist summoned the devil and closed a deal with him – he would indeed become a great musician, but at a great price.
08:24
April 12, 2021
Darkest Nightmare - Creepypasta (Fear of the Dark & Monsters)
Darkest Nightmare - Creepypasta (Fear of the Dark & Monsters)
You've never been afraid of the dark. You used to mock your friends when they told you their horror stories of what lurked in the dark in middle school. Once or twice in the past, you may have had some trepidation before stepping into the dark, but you were a senior now, and you knew there were no such things as monsters. There were no vampires hunting in the perfect darkness of night, no zombies waiting to grab your ankles when you couldn't see where you were stepping, and there were certainly no ghosts waiting for you to turn the lights out so they could appear in your bedroom. These were the nightmares you never had because there was no reason to fear what didn't exist. You never had a reason to fear the dark, but if you had, maybe you wouldn't be where you are right now.
09:45
April 12, 2021
Too Early to Trick or Treat - Halloween Creepypasta
Too Early to Trick or Treat - Halloween Creepypasta
Imagine what it would be like to hear a knock on the door when you are least expecting it and then when you open the door, there is a figure like a mascot that has come alive. Who is this figure? What do they want from me? Could they knock at your door next...? This is where the problem comes in. This happened in the early part of September. As you could imagine, we didn’t have any candy to give the poor fellow. I didn’t want to be rude. I thought this just could have been a confused person. There was no way it was a child. The person was huge. They had to have been at least six and a half feet. After we moved about two miles on the other side of town, we thought it was over. For a few months, nothing happened. Until one day, I got a knock at the door. I didn’t think it would be him because everything seemed fine. We didn’t have any problems for a while. However, when I answered, it was surely the costumed rabbit person again. Why does this costumed rabbit keep appearing and choosing our house to come to? It seems we can not escape him...
09:12
April 12, 2021
The Stranger Ritual - Creepypasta
The Stranger Ritual - Creepypasta
You ever hear of the Stranger Ritual? No? Well, perhaps that's good, perhaps you're safer not knowing and perhaps I shouldn't tell you, seeing as how this ritual can be a little dangerous.  Still want to know? Very well. I'll tell you. The Stranger Ritual is a ritual that allows you to contact something from outside this world, something beyond the limits of human understanding. Some say that the ritual allows you to contact Death itself. In order to perform the ritual you'll need a few things. First, you'll need a door, preferably a wooden door. It cannot have any windows or peepholes and it must have a lock. Next, you'll need two candles, one white and one black. Then you'll need a gift. It's important that the gift not be something you have a personal connection to. It is advised to offer something you have bought on the day. Candy seems to be a wise choice. Then, you'll need a piece of chalk or some other writing instrument - chalk is probably the best choice.
07:23
April 12, 2021
A Strange Ambulance - Creepypasta
A Strange Ambulance - Creepypasta
It was Halloween night and my friends and I were driving to a local graveyard at the edge of town. We were too old to trick-or-treat and too shy to attend any parties, so we found ourselves piling into my car and heading to a cemetery in the dead of night. It was my crazy idea to spend the eeriest night of the year amongst the dead and, after much convincing, my friends Buck and Daisy eventually agreed. I wanted to be there as it turned midnight: the witching hour. It's said that the veil between our world and the spiritual world is thinnest on Halloween. The night was cold and empty. The stars stood bright and alone in the expansive black sky that seemed to stretch on forever. The old cemetery was worn and overgrown with tall thick grass sprouting out from amongst the neglected tombstones.
10:37
April 12, 2021
Devil's Plaything - Creepypasta
Devil's Plaything - Creepypasta
Everyone is always complaining about how every ritual entails a sacrifice upon success and a consequence upon failure. Well, hold the bitching a minute, I mean come on. It's universal. First law of alchemy; nothing can be gained without an equal or greater sacrifice. Three fold law in wiccanism; do evil it will come back threefold, do good and it will come back threefold, et cetera, et cetera. So now that we have a genuine understanding (assuming whoever is reading this isn't a total dumbass, and is capable of reading and comprehending text written in the English language) let us discuss the ritual at hand. A lot of people know of rituals involving a chat or a game with Satan, but most of these involve the loss of your soul with no chance of redemption regardless of how your meeting the Prince of Darkness goes. 
14:52
April 12, 2021
Endless Nightmare - Creepypasta (Scary Maze)
Endless Nightmare - Creepypasta (Scary Maze)
I was walking home one day from school as usual, but when I reached my neighborhood nothing was right. Nothing was where it should be. I was caught in a maze. An endless maze in my own neighborhood. I was there for days, yet no one was there. The shadows, the darkness kept growing, coming closer, consuming. I awoke from this dream, no, this nightmare all the time. I woke last time shrouded by darkness, gazing at the vague outline of my room. I didn't want to close my eyes. I didn't want to sleep in fear that the nightmare would return. However, I did sleep and the nightmare did return, like it always does. This has been happening for so long I don't remember when it started. I do remember however that I was young. I was still in elementary school (third grade I think.) Back then I was able to return home, but the maze kept getting more complicated.
09:48
April 12, 2021
Horror in Suede - Creepypasta | Haunted Couch Story
Horror in Suede - Creepypasta | Haunted Couch Story
There is something wrong with the couch. Well, that’s not entirely truthful. There’s something wrong with the right side of the couch. It wasn’t like this when I got it, and I should know- it was the first new piece of furniture I’ve ever purchased. After slumming it for years like the starving college student I was, I had felt as though I were cementing my actual adulthood by purchasing a comfortable, non-lumpy, brand-new piece of living room furniture. Unlike my second-hand couches of the past (which were covered with bedsheets to protect guests from the phantom butt-residue and very real old food stains of their previous owners), my new, three-seated suede couch (with bonus storage drawers built into the bottom!) was mine to unwrap from the box, crinkling plastic and styrofoam in my hands with glee.
13:18
April 12, 2021
He Hunts - Creepypasta | (The Man Who Hunts & Kidnaps, Scary Story)
He Hunts - Creepypasta | (The Man Who Hunts & Kidnaps, Scary Story)
Four years ago, my family moved from the city. We couldn’t take the fast-paced life, and we were a wealthy and well educated family… so we figured we would move somewhere remote and peaceful. Hayabi Forest, western part of Maine is where we settled. Now, in our family, we had me, the oldest son. Then you had my father, my mother, one brother, and one sister. Things were always fine around here, we lived off the land and life was great, but then everything changed, and it wasn’t for the better. Oh god, it was horrifying, I’m alone now... It… it GOT them and I’m sure I’m next. So to whoever reads this story… I hope you never stay here… It will get you too.
11:16
April 12, 2021
Merry Chritmas - Creepypasta (Scary Christmas Stories)
Merry Chritmas - Creepypasta (Scary Christmas Stories)
Today is two days away from the anniversary of my niece's death. No one knows how she died except her mother, who passed away recently, and me. I do not know who to tell but I need to tell someone. No one would believe me anyway, they'd lock me up like they locked up my sister. I wouldn't blame them. I hardly believe what happened myself. Bethany was going to be ten years old the day after Christmas, the year she died. She still believed in Santa. I thought she was too old for that shit but her parents thought it was cute. They did everything they could to keep her from realizing it was just a lie.
08:40
April 12, 2021
Red Helen - Creepypasta | Spirit of the Night
Red Helen - Creepypasta | Spirit of the Night
Think of your favorite Hollywood actress, past or present. Almost anyone will do. No matter who you think of, chances are she has a secret. No, I'm not talking about her skincare regimen, or her hairstylist, or whatever crazy diet she might be on. I mean, sure. Lots of glamorous Hollywood types do those things, but many---more than you would think---don't need to go through the trouble. They literally "wake up like that," more or less, and it's all because they get a little bit of help from Red Helen. Who's Red Helen? You might be thinking?
13:44
April 12, 2021
Roanoke Colony - Creepypasta (Horror Story) | Lonely & Isolated Stories
Roanoke Colony - Creepypasta (Horror Story) | Lonely & Isolated Stories
In the year of our Lord, 1587, celebration filled the spring air for the good people of Roanoke Colony. Winter had been unyielding once again, and the menace of war with the Spanish had severed much-needed replenishment of goods and supplies. As one of England’s earliest endeavors at the establishment of a permanent settlement in the Americas, they were truly isolated. Tested was their resolve of heart and faith in God. Eventually, the days grew longer, and the last of the snow had melted. Come spring; none of the one hundred and seventeen colonists had perished and in fact, the valiant people were thriving and prospering in this brave new world.
17:54
April 12, 2021
Santa Claws - Creepypasta (A Scary Santa Claws)
Santa Claws - Creepypasta (A Scary Santa Claws)
For most children, Christmas is a celebration worth looking forward to. For thirteen-year-old Evan, it was something to fear. Evan still remembered his seventh Christmas Eve clearly, an evening that he, like most children, had been looking forward to for a long time. The next morning he would get up early and open all his presents, eager to see what surprises Santa had left him. Evan imagined the restless night ahead and thought, if he listened hard, he might be able to hear Santa come down the chimney. But this Christmas Eve didn't all go to plan. It wasn't long before Evan's excitement gave way to horror.
26:11
April 12, 2021
The Blue Pills - Creepypasta | Psychic Premonition Scary Stories
The Blue Pills - Creepypasta | Psychic Premonition Scary Stories
Is Elysia really mental or could there be something more powerful and sinister behind the way she has been acting, could it be demonic influence and oppression? Will Elysia be able to cope inside the mental home? Will she ever get out and leave? I promise you, my dear, this is for your own good Elysia." My mother said reluctantly as the doctors loaded the few things I was allowed to take into the white van labeled 'Arsmid Mental Hospital'. If it wasn't clear, my mother is shipping me off to a mental institution. Not because I'm crazy or in the least bit mental, but because I'm different. Mom says I have had my 'disability' since I was a child. I have always been able to see things before they actually happen. She says that I must have got it from my father, whom I have never met. She says I get a lot of things from him. I don't understand why she had never let me meet him. Did it ever cross her mind that he could have
11:01
April 12, 2021
The FaceKeeper - Creepypasta
The FaceKeeper - Creepypasta
Have you ever wanted to know a particular person better? To be able to predict his or her every move and reaction? Be familiar with all of his or her tastes and see right through his or her personality so that you can be the wiser? If so, then you may embark on a journey… There you will find your answers, or so the forgotten runes of the Aztecs dictate. Needless to say it’ll be dangerous, and the burden of risk very heavy.Your intentions may be as innocent as trying to comprehend the person you love, or give a heart-warming surprise to a friend or family member. Or, it may be sinister, as to use the information you are given to manipulate and thwart someone you loathe.
17:16
April 12, 2021
My Last Halloween - Halloween Creepypasta
My Last Halloween - Halloween Creepypasta
This past year we made the rounds of our local neighborhood. We made sure to only approach homes that had their porch light on, which was the unspoken rule. Our night had almost come to an end when we reached a home that had been vacant for the last two seasons. It was the largest within our neighborhood, towering at two stories when all others only had one level. It was a large, brick Victorian monstrosity that may have once been beautiful but the landscape had long needed work. It was the house most kids made stories about and when we saw the dim glow of that yellow bulb I was unsure of letting my children approach. My oldest begged to ring the doorbell and my youngest simply wanted more candy. I was outnumbered and relented at their pleas. My wife sat within the idling vehicle while I followed close behind. The two made their way up the steps and I waited at the bottom. Like always, I reminded them of what to say. My oldest son held his brother's hand and pressed the lighted button. Ringing, much like church bells, echoed from within the house for a moment, before returning to silence. After a few seconds, they turned to me with questioning looks.
07:15
April 12, 2021
The Gasman - Creepypasta (The Gasman Cometh)
The Gasman - Creepypasta (The Gasman Cometh)
I first heard about the Bogeyman when I was five. My parents used to treat him like a ghost story. “If you don’t be good and finish all your supper, the Bogeyman is going to come and take you away from us.” In retrospect, that was probably one of the most frightening things you could’ve ever told a five-year-old. That a strange man will kidnap you away from your friends and family and everyone you love just because you weren’t behaving. Parents can be cruel, but now that I think about it, it worked. So, what can I say? They must’ve known what they were doing.
16:38
April 12, 2021
The Hauntings - Creepypasta
The Hauntings - Creepypasta
This is a true story about when I was 12 and my family and I moved into our new house. We all loved it, except it had a room we liked to call the "Dungeon" (An extremely tiny room in the basement, that could be padlocked from the outside with no light inside). I even recall finding an old little toy car in the corner of the room. The house didn't feel right. The property had a chained link fence all along the side, with barbed wire on top. I later found out this was an old foster home, but even now I never have really looked into the history of the house. I'm still afraid of what I could find.
08:04
April 12, 2021
Image in the Mirror - Creepypasta (What happens at 3AM? SCARY)
Image in the Mirror - Creepypasta (What happens at 3AM? SCARY)
It is said that 3:00 AM is the most wicked time of all. The time when the night is the darkest, and fear and hysteria sinks in the fastest. When the clock struck 3 AM, my life took a turn for the worse. I had just arrived home from work, my throat was strained from yelling my lectures. I tell you, I never really realized how much I have to use my lungs when teaching in a large auditorium, but I digress. I removed my outdoor wear, and walked towards the stairs when I heard a knock from the upstairs. 
10:39
April 12, 2021
The Killer's Hunt - Creepypasta (Horror Story)
The Killer's Hunt - Creepypasta (Horror Story)
Vince sat, blood trickling down towards his elbow, with his recently deceased wife lying in his arms; her face pale and soulless. As tears cascaded down his cheeks, he turned to see his two young children who were bound in ropes beside him. Vince’s young daughter, her blonde hair tangled and knotted with congealed blood, was contorted with a gash across her neck; her eyes glassy and motionless. His son was lying on his front, a pool of blood forming around his head and deep rope abrasions looking sore around his neck and wrists; his eyes empty and lifeless. "Who did this to you?" Vince whimpered, "No!
13:47
April 12, 2021
The NightCrawler - Creepypasta
The NightCrawler - Creepypasta
There has been a lot of discussion surrounding the mysterious footage of the so called Nightcrawler. I grew up in the Fresno area of California and for many years had no handle on a terrifying teenage experience that haunts me to this day. It began in 1993 when three friends and I decided to spend an autumn night in the woods near Millerton Lake. It was the perfect conclusion to an amazing summer and something we had planned for so long but always found a way to put off. We walked aimlessly by the lake for hours, skipping stones, fishing and enjoying the warmth of the quickly fading sunlight. The warmth soon disappeared behind the treetops and we decided to walk a little further into the undergrowth to find a good spot to set up camp for the night.
13:22
April 12, 2021
The Ozark Cable Incident - Creepypasta
The Ozark Cable Incident - Creepypasta
As a child, I grew up in a small Southern Missouri town just north of the Ozark Mountain Range. There were about ten thousand people living there and, for the most part, they preferred to keep to themselves. It was a weird mentality you never ran into often in the south. During the summer following my second year of elementary school, all of that would change. In this town, there was only one provider for television. It was an old cable provider known as “Ozark Cable,” which served southern Missouri and northern Arkansas.
07:56
April 12, 2021
The Perfect Partner - Creepypasta
The Perfect Partner - Creepypasta
I love Daniel. We are but work partners, but nonetheless, my mind is similar to a movie, where he is the main character. Ever since we started working together, I cannot stop thinking about him, his face, his name, his everything. I have a desire, no, a need to be around him. Sometimes I think about how everything I care resumes to him. Since the beginning of this year, I have forgotten friends, family, everything. Even my work is shit. The reason I do it, as every other thing, is to spend time with Daniel. It was a bleak Sunday, while I watched a film, thinking about him, that someone called. Thank God it was him, and the moment he said we were arranging a work-meeting on February 14th, to discuss something I didn't care about, I cannot describe the sensation.
13:10
April 12, 2021
The Ragdoll Ritual - Creepypasta (Possessed Doll)
The Ragdoll Ritual - Creepypasta (Possessed Doll)
People always tell you not to play with Ouija Boards. Personally, I’ve never bought into any of that nonsense. I’m not afraid of something invented by a toy company. Every account you hear of weird stuff happening after someone used a Ouija Board at a slumber party or whatever are just due to the power of suggestion. If you tell someone that something creepy is going to happen, they’ll see something creepy in everything.
10:59
April 12, 2021
The Screaming In The Woods - Creepypasta (Spirit of Death in the Woods)
The Screaming In The Woods - Creepypasta (Spirit of Death in the Woods)
The American dream: it's different for everyone. For some, it's to be successful and live in a big house on some hill in California. Mine is simple albeit a bit stereotypical. My dream is to live in the suburbs and live a quiet life with my family in a small neighborhood. Our house lies just on the outskirts of a town and our street is full of pleasant people. My family and I easily became friends with everyone on our street once we moved. Our house was in front of a dense forest full of green trees. It was a beautiful scene that fit my dream perfectly.
12:02
April 12, 2021
The Limping Woman - Scary Ghost Story (New Ghost Stories 2021)
The Limping Woman - Scary Ghost Story (New Ghost Stories 2021)
You hear the uneven footsteps first. Drag Click Drag Click That's how you know she's behind you. The heel is broken off of her left shoe and she drags it across the ground with every step, a sharp contrast to the steady click of her still-intact pump. “Help me,” she whispers. It's an urgent, anguished plea. “Please, I'm hurt; help me!” Don't turn around. That's when she gets you. Don't run. She still gets you, but this time, she's going to make it hurt.
17:21
April 08, 2021
Valentine's Day - Creepypasta (Sad Stories for Valentine's Day)
Valentine's Day - Creepypasta (Sad Stories for Valentine's Day)
Valentine's Day, 1998. I remember that day, when I asked you to be my valentine. That special bond that I felt was going on between us was increasing, and I wanted to take that to the next level. I remember the look on your face, the happiness and excitement of the day we spent together drained from your face like water running down a plughole. You said no. I loved you. You know I did, so why would you do this to me? Why? I remember when you walked away into the crowd of lovers. I sat on the bench, crying. I walked home on my own. No-one was at home to comfort me after what you did. I remember waking up and looking at the patterns of my cuts from last night. The blood on the carpet was still there from last night. The writing on my bedroom walls was still there. ‘Why?’ the writing said, all written in blood.
08:08
March 30, 2021
Trick or Treat - Halloween Creepypasta
Trick or Treat - Halloween Creepypasta
In this story, you will learn what it is like when this world meets the unseen and unknown realms, not happy or nice realms, but demonic realms, full of evil and darkness. The black-robed things have grown as centuries have passed. They are from some place that is not of this world, but their urgency, their hunger, to devour and destroy, is insatiable. It’s an exponential, amplifying contagion on mankind, and All Hallow’s Eve is their pinnacle, their Christmas. Who are these dark eyed, soulless beings and what do they want from us? This is what I want you to do. Read these pages, if they’re still legible, and take what you will from them. Don’t go on a wild goose chase, and realize that when you find this book that it will not be in the place where I left it. They’ll move it somewhere else, to deceive you. I’ve left my mark on a tree there. Only then, when you see my name, will you know, “this is the place.” You may have even heard of it in the history books, but be assured, any rumors on Wikipedia or Google pages that you pull up will be guesswork at best.
17:32
March 30, 2021
The Sound Of Dying (Fictional Horror Story) | Night Time Horror Stories
The Sound Of Dying (Fictional Horror Story) | Night Time Horror Stories
Can you imagine being in a supermarket and the whole atmosphere changing into a demonic one, the cashier Miss Margaret stared down at the 2 teenagers with a blank expression. Then Miss Margaret chased and ran after them both, what happened next?  stay tuned. She was going crazy and did not want to give up, why is she so angry? James and Kim were terrified and did not know what was going on. James saw his father, racing down the street with blood coming down the hood/bonnet, not slowing down, is he going to kill his wife and kids? Why is all this happening in 1 night? Ms Margaret and the father, both full of anger and rage. James and Kim have to protect themselves by any means, will they find a weapon and if so will they use it?
27:19
March 30, 2021
I Wish You A Merry Christmas - Creepypasta (Going into the Darkness)
I Wish You A Merry Christmas - Creepypasta (Going into the Darkness)
It was dark. I tried to find the light switch. But my hand only pathetically wiped over the cold walls. I dreaded what awaited me at it’s end, but due to the lack of options, I was forced to retreat into the lightless room. My hands let go of the wall and I clumsily ran into the darkness, unable to navigate at all. No matter how much I ran, I was unable to find any wall, any door, any end. I heard thundering footsteps above me again, moving towards me. My heart stopped for a moment, the air grew colder and I waited with fearful tears leaking out of my eyes. Can you listen till the end to discover what awaits in the Darkness........
13:59
March 30, 2021
Widow Makers - Creepypasta
Widow Makers - Creepypasta
Can you imagine working as a caretaker at a private conservatory, that you'll never find any public information on it. It doesn’t even have an official name, it does have a nickname called Silken Solarium, or the Widow Maker. Visits are by invitation only, and no one knows how these people get invited or why the boss chooses them. The conservatory itself is a gothic masterpiece of tinted glass, wrought iron, and dark purple bricks, with an equally ornate ivy-covered brick wall around the perimeter. We’re a good way off the closest highway and surrounded by woods, so not many people come here by accident. Some do, of course, but… I’m getting ahead of myself. As unsettling as the place is to look at from the outside, it’s even more disturbing inside. There are some tropical plants placed around the place for landscaping, rare and expensive but ordinary enough, but the centerpiece of the conservatory are the spiders. Can you imagine being in a dark, scary and frightening room where spiders are luring you in and making you get closer, so they can bite you with their venomous fangs. Was the owner a vampire, did the spiders turn a woman who had been murdered into eggs and immortal honeydew? Stay tuned till the end to find out...
29:57
March 30, 2021