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