I think I'm going to try my hand at writing some creepypasta. It's hard to get inspired, though; I've been reading some creepypasta online and some of it is very good. A lot of it is suitably creepy and spine-tingling. I think I have a few ideas now!
So, stay tuned for some creepypasta on my feed soon. I hope you enjoy it.
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I'm a Tube Driver from London. I enjoy curry, horror and iphoneography.
'The Collector' A guy who kills off prostitutes to collect certain body pieces. Leaving a small c carved into their flesh. He carefully looks after each part. Ticking off each organ as he gets it.
I'm the most selfish person I know. I've become what I can't be. It's like a disease you can't change. The mood swings, the small things that set me off.
My rib cage imploded. My bones shattered. And my heart broke. She was gone. Safe... But gone. From this world, and from any other. She was safe now. And I was happy for that.
Just before going to bed, Jacob realised he had to brush his teeth again.
I left them all behind. I left my mother behind, and I left my father behind. It was just me now, alone in the wide world that has come to be known as earth. But I seeked more than the Earth.
My head was spinning, my mouth was dry, and to top it all off, I was naked. My clothes were nowhere to be seen- well nowhere that I could see. My eyes too seemed distant and painful to open.
Ok, so this is my attempt at a scene setter for a gothic story, hope you like it. If you do please tell me and I might write a full gothic story. .
When two minutes feel like a trillion years. And your heart pushes itself up your throat. You couldn't decide what to do... there wasn't enough time to turn your brain on and consider movements.
I looooove creepypastas, I even made a Facebook page where I handpick the best. Feel free to get some inspiration off it:
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