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This story is based on a nightmare I had when I was 11 years old. It was so scary, that I remember it, even today. I'm standing. In my kitchen. Only, it's not really my kitchen. It doesn't feel right.
#household "I'm sacred Granny!" Whispered a young girl called Frankie. "Granny. I don't like the shadows!" Whispered the girl who sews. "Granny Granny.
His mother never loved him She only wanted girls So aged two, under the stairs He was thrown, he was hurled As young as he was He knew the love was gone For his mother was cold Heartless for so very...
#household This is a story my mother told That happened years before I was born. My siblings were under 7 years old. Some people observed our family at play.
Leave a word in the comments. Slowly the boy walked blindfolded towards the door and realised it was a trap. He stood crying because he hurt hisself.
Every night, when it was dark, I'd shiver in my bed My closet, a overly spacious thing, Was messing with my head.
"Really Midge, it's been seven years since the water accident, I would get in that river if I was you." Midge thought about that terrible day when he had been innocently watching the cool,blue water...
Chapter 4 "What do you mean?" Rose asked weakly. "Well, I'm a kind of ghost really, although I'm like a normal person as well.
Chapter 2 That's when she was insisted by the doctors and nurses that she was in a coma. I didn't know what a coma was at the time so I said out loud, 'WHATSA COCA?'.
I know what you're thinking right now. I'm a monster. A horrible, evil monster. But I wasn't always like this. I never wanted to be creature I've become.
Prologue I watched as she closed her eyes constantly without moving a single muscle. Wrinkling my blocked nose, I ran my thin fingers along her still as a statue arms.
A continuation of the story written by @smellfingers, @misslittleDHP @naaviie @MrAlex and me.
____ |___| If I had magic box that made things disappear, I'd put inside the sadness, the anger and the fear.
I pull the door up, quietly. I don't want to wake my father, who is asleep upstairs. I shouldn't care for that beast of a man. But I must do this alone. I've been here before.
I'm really disappointed in myself as I thought I was improving. I hadn't had a nightmare about anything to do with my parents in about 4 weeks. This had nothing to do with my parent's actual death.
I was with my mother in the woods, we were playing hide and go seek. I closed my eyes and counted to 100 when I was finished I opened them to find my mother.
Credit to 1000Vultures of Reddit. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Footsteps This is long, so I apologize for that.
I felt compelled to move back to the area I grew up, like a salmon or some other home seeking animal. My alopecia kicked back in and I needed familiar turf. But why.
Today I walked into my big brother's room, and that's when I saw it: The Armpit of Doom. I wasn't expecting The Armpit at all. I shrieked and fell backward and grabbed for the wall.
Jacob Thought hard , tempting out his deepest memories , those buried beneath others in the hope of being forgotten.
Im Gavin and when I was fourteen, I lived at a farm. Not just any farm that would have cows, chickens, sheep, miscellaneous animals like that.
We went to visit her every other day but eventerly we started visiting less. I hated to see her there in pain so did my dad.
When I was fourteen, my younger sister died. I think the reason it fucked us all up so much was that no one knew there was anything wrong with her.
Following on from mine @sjw and @misslittleDHP story ;-) Chapter 4 - Red Star "What are you two idiots doing here!" Derek's father said angrily.