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Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta) by rearquiorra, literature

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Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta)

Dark Humor Contest: Lost Where Are We? Where am I..... like honestly what the hell is going on. Okay I know my name is Jennifer Tamlin... I know I'm an 18 year-old girl... I know I live (or lived) in Idaho, I know I had two sisters and my father left my mother after he walked in on her smoking meth with three guys... I know Priscilla doesn't talk to me anymore because of what Ronny told her... I know we were close to getting evicted from the landlord who looks like an elf but smells like coconut oil... I know my 1995 Volkswagen will never come out of the impound since I can't afford to get it out... I know we were almost out of food stamps

The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Creepypasta by rearquiorra, literature

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The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Creepypasta

The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Miltonville Nostalgia Chatroom October 3, 2010 lordtundry8 joined the chatroom. lordtundry8: yooo anyone from MHS Class of '98? missespetals: right here! Omg please tell me you remember Mr. Higgin's unusual stench of urinal cakes.... rogernator12: ayyy I'm class of '97 but still close.... anyways who else loves that vending machine in front of the Johnson's Orchard Supply? lordtundry8: xD omg petals yes!!! The guys would tease him by unzipping their zippers whenever he would pass by lol and rogernator I don't really buy trees but I heard it gives you more change than the c

Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk) by rearquiorra, literature

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Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk)

Mr. Fisk's Disk Mr. Fisk is a very peculiar fellow He resides in the middle of nowhere Most of his life has been spent mellow But now he noticed something strange in the air His persona changed almost entirely That now mean ol' Mr. Fisk He says he's prepared for what is to be Now holding an old scratched up disk Please don't disturb Mr. Fisk He seems cranky all the time He carries around that ancient disk Which it's contents are sublime It is said that if he shows you You have no choice but to watch But be prepared, if only you knew The secrets are top notch You will be shown but all the truths Anything you've ever questioned But don

The Other Side of The Door by rearquiorra, literature

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The Other Side of The Door

I always have my phone on loud since I always check my notifications no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing. I got home after school one day to find the house empty, all the Christmas decorations around made me remember why I like this time of year so much. The dodgeball game we had last period had me sweaty, so I decided it was a good idea to take a shower before my mom and brother got home. I went to the bathroom, bumped some Iron Maiden and turned the water on. The hot water immediately warmed me up as I stepped into the shower, and I had a feeling today was going to be a good day. As I was rinsing myself, someone knocked on my door. "W

Angelica Creepypasta by rearquiorra, literature

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Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta) by rearquiorra, literature

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Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta)

The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Creepypasta by rearquiorra, literature

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The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Creepypasta

Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk) by rearquiorra, literature

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Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk)

The Other Side of The Door by rearquiorra, literature

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The Other Side of The Door

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Excerpt from_An Intruder Lurks by JackalWraith, literature

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Excerpt from_An Intruder Lurks

Orrick’s light tickled over dark blotches marked on the heap of clothing. He stared, studying the rusty coloration – some of the clothing was practically saturated and stiff. It reeked of copper, and rot. Blood? Was that blood? Orrick backpedaled; no way was he touching it. He crossed the few feet to the far side of the basement, and the stairs that led up into the yard. Orrick stuffed his flashlight under arm and gripped the sliding latch. The metal squealed, but wouldn’t budge. He checked with his light, and tried again; this time bracing his feet to a step. The brick in the step came loose and rolled away as Orr

Mine Chapter 1 by lilirose101, literature

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Mine Chapter 1

My mind felt like a hurricane twirling with the fragments of my mind and pounding them against my scalp until they were liberated. The shadow magic swept across the field and submerged my enemies, drowning them and sending them somewhere far, far away. My world was taking shape, but sadly, I could not see it. My eyes were sealed shut as I focused on creating my new kingdom from memory. When the strong gusts of wind and the thundering of lighting ceased, my body was smeared in a warm fuzzy feeling. I blinked my eyes open and took in my surroundings… *** I sat on my marble throne leaning to the side where I rested my cheek on my fist a

Beautiful Day (2) by Ghost-Nightmares, literature

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Beautiful Day (2)

He continues walking down the Broken down Trail that Hardly qualifies As a trail He Reaches into his backpack And Pulls out His camera and turns it on And hits record And Turns the camera to show the woods then he shows the abandoned Building And walks inside "Why is it so damn Dark" He turns on his flashlight as he walks around He show's a room with writing On the wall that says "HE IS A LIAR" He stops and goes to touch it The paint is fresh "This is odd i wonder who it means.. None of my friends are liars" He moves the camera to the floor and it shows Tons of rocks and fallen Debris He moves a Old piece of wood and there is a tape underneat

Creepypasta: It Lives in the Shadows by Chibi-Works, literature

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Creepypasta: It Lives in the Shadows

There is something wrong with me. I have no idea how to explain this but there is something very wrong with me. My name is Roger Williams. I’ve had this burning hunger, it’s never filled it has been driving me mad ever since…then. It all began when I was about ten; I lived with my parents in some suburb near a forest that’s been lost in memory since I left. My parents had just finished moving into a two story three bedroom house. The house we lived in oversaw the beginning of a deep forest. Now as a hyperactive kid all I wanted to do was explore the forest. I imagined fighting dragons and searching for giant toe-eati