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Octavius and I walked over to the food court and found a seclusive table in a corner. As we took are seats I got kind of nervous. "So, you want to find Slenderman?," he asked.
Dark, creepy. Just two of the words to describe this bleak, maze of a forest. The green of the leaves were more of a black. The brown on the trunk was more grey and the soil was dark grey.
As Detective Wood awoke the next morning, his mental to do list bustled around in his head.
After a few days I git back to the mysterious stranger that had sent me the email. All I asked was who he was. He then told me that his name was Octavius.
My memory was getting even worse. I don't even remember what I did after burning the box. After that day I spent the rest of my nights wide awake. I dare not close my eyes.
A week had past since Jewel had passed. I didn't want to attend the funeral because I just couldn't. I didn't really want to go to school either but I did, she would have wanted me to.
*This is a true story; this was my own experiences* *This happened just over 10 years ago* When I was young, (It was the first few years of my life, I think until I was about three or four) me and...
Amber couldn't stop screaming, but Raynay couldn't stop laughing. He lifted his bum, which made Amber fall flat on the floor and shout out in pain.
For centuries I have walked among you; Feeding off you, living off you; You haven't known I was there; You have never known the creature that I am; And to this day you think I do not exist.
It's when all those things you heart's been feeling & longing all this while, talks back to you in a movie; ...imagine how those feelings can stab you so hard to the chest and right through your...
As the sun rose it's rays beamed down through my window. I stared at The box Jewel had given me which was sitting in the middle of the room. I eagerly got up and walked up to the box.
I had lost myself, so I tried to look myself up in the encyclopaedia. There was nothing there but blank space, so I put it back on the shelf.
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There was once a spider it moved its long hair leg one after the other. It walked with a limp because a cruel child had ripped of one of its legs.
A few years ago, I'd traveled to South Korea to teach English. I was living in an apartment which I shared with two Korean girls named Mi Sun and Hwa Young. One night, we went to the night club.
Hi, my names Eloise and I'm in my first year of high school!. I was walking though the forest, after I got of the bus from school.
Is everyone like this. Does everyone have talks with themself. Not just silly chatter, but real, meaningful talks in which part of you is argueing with the other.
Tap. Tap. Tap. "No, no no no. Please God." she was crying, it was happening again. "Not tonight, please." the tapping continued, she tried to block it out but it grew and worsened.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
For a moment, time stands still. My heart stops and I cease to breathe. A vision of my mother replaces the scene.
The darkness surrounded, paralysing her mortal skin. Her breathing increased rapidly as panic started to set in, as she realised the monsters from the fairy tales aren't as unbelievable as they seem.
The flickering flames of the burning buildings lit up the street in a wash of yellow and orange. Drake turned round and had one last look at the prison that he never thought he would leave alive.
The ashes of my past are seen. Flickering images that make no sense at first. A collage of random scenes with no real sense of purpose.
-This is a Creepypasta story It's 2:00 AM Peacefully, yet lightly, your sound asleep in your bed. It's the kind of dream that is so good, you can't tell if you're awake or dreaming.