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Miss Hex - The Home of Horror StoriesApr 12, 2021
The Algorithm
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.
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.
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.
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.
The Game of Survival - Fictional Horror Story
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.
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.
All Too Human - Creepypasta
Chakra - Creepypasta | Lucid Dreaming, Seeing into the Unseen Realms
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.
Curse of the Ninth - Creepypasta (Sympathy For The Devil)
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.
Darkest Nightmare - Creepypasta (Fear of the Dark & 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.
Too Early to Trick or Treat - Halloween Creepypasta
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...
The Stranger Ritual - Creepypasta
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.
A Strange Ambulance - Creepypasta
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.
Devil's Plaything - Creepypasta
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.
Endless Nightmare - Creepypasta (Scary Maze)
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.
Horror in Suede - Creepypasta | Haunted Couch Story
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.
He Hunts - Creepypasta | (The Man Who Hunts & Kidnaps, Scary Story)
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.
Merry Chritmas - Creepypasta (Scary Christmas Stories)
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.
Red Helen - Creepypasta | Spirit of the Night
Who's Red Helen? You might be thinking?
Roanoke Colony - Creepypasta (Horror Story) | Lonely & Isolated Stories
Santa Claws - Creepypasta (A Scary Santa Claws)
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.
The Blue Pills - Creepypasta | Psychic Premonition Scary Stories
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
The FaceKeeper - Creepypasta
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.
My Last Halloween - Halloween Creepypasta
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.
The Gasman - Creepypasta (The Gasman Cometh)
“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.
The Hauntings - Creepypasta
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.
Image in the Mirror - Creepypasta (What happens at 3AM? SCARY)
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.
The Killer's Hunt - Creepypasta (Horror Story)
"Who did this to you?" Vince whimpered, "No!
The NightCrawler - Creepypasta
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.
The Ozark Cable Incident - Creepypasta
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.
The Perfect Partner - Creepypasta
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.
The Ragdoll Ritual - Creepypasta (Possessed Doll)
The Screaming In The Woods - Creepypasta (Spirit of Death in the Woods)
The Limping Woman - Scary Ghost Story (New Ghost Stories 2021)
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.
Valentine's Day - Creepypasta (Sad Stories for Valentine's Day)
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.
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.
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?
I Wish You A Merry Christmas - Creepypasta (Going into the Darkness)
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........
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...