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      Hi. My name is Gabi.

      This is a Witty account that I like to post creepypasta on.

       Hope you enjoy. ♥

 

  1. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    October 3, 2013 8:39pm UTC
    My daughter loves collecting dolls. She doesn't really enjoy playing with them, but she could look at them, admire them, and talk to them for days. I arranged them in a room we didn't use, and she spends half her day there, and I didn't have a problem with that. The only thing that bothered me was that she got bored easily and was always asking for a new one. She always asked for something special, something different than the others.
    I got her a beautiful doll, almost as tall as her with piercing blue eyes and thick, shiny brown hair. My daughter said that it was by far her favorite and that she was very happy.
    After a few days, she began saying she was scared of it, that it blinks and moves, and that she's even heard it whispering something.
    "There's nothing wrong with the doll, honey," I tried to calm her down. "But I can go see, if you really want."
    I hastily make my way to the room and go to the doll, carefully looking at her.
    "I thought I told you to stand still," I mutter as I grab her shoulders. "This is my first and last warning. I don't want this to ever happen again."

  2. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    October 3, 2013 8:31pm UTC
    My father left us when I was just a small child. He had an affair, fell in love with another woman, and moved across the country to be with her while my mother stayed to raise two kids as a single mom.
    We were just the left-over garbage in his past. He never came to see us, never called to check on us - neither I nor my sister have ever received a single birthday card with his name on it. We had heard absolutely nothing from him for fifteen years.
    He showed up at our doorstep a week ago out of the blue. I didn't want to let him inside, but Mom is all about forgiveness. He isn't sleeping at our home (over my dead body), but he's spent the entire evening with us every day this week. He said he wanted to make amends, that he waited too long to say he's sorry, and I think he's right. I managed to track down his wife's contact information the other day. As soon as I told her I was his eldest child, she burst into tears, apologizing.
    "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I would have contacted you if I knew how. But your father passed away two weeks ago."

  3. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    October 3, 2013 8:21pm UTC
    And I can't help but think that this isn't me,
    but maybe they're right.
    Maybe this is all a lie.
    Format by Breeze

  4. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    October 3, 2013 8:15pm UTC
    He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled.
    It smiled back.
    He stopped smiling.
    It didn't.

  5. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    October 3, 2013 8:07pm UTC
    "911, what is your emergency?" I ask when the call comes in. An exasperated voice, running when she made the call, answered, "I'm being followed, I-I don't see him now, b-but he's there somewhere." She was stuttering, paranoid, and obviously very afraid.
    "Alright, ma'am, calm down. Can you tell me your name?"
    "Jessica Yates. My name is Jessica Yates."
    "Okay, Jessica, can you tell me where you're at?"
    "Um, I don't know... I w-was at 5th and Main when I n-noticed him. I just ran. I don't know what street I'm on."
    "That's okay, Jessica. Can you describe to me this man who's following you?"
    "I don't know, he's tall, and he has dark hair. He has a messy beard and he's wearing a long, dark coat. I think I saw a knife. Please help me!"
    I recognized the description. There had been reports of a suspicious person near the locations where bodies had recently been found. A composite sketch had been all over the news for the last couple of days. Before I could respond, her voice came again. She screamed.
    "Oh no, he's here again! He's found me! Please! Please, help! I don't want to die!"
    "Well you'd better run fast then." I deleted the recording.

  6. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    October 3, 2013 7:53pm UTC
    There have always been those mysterious stairs, spiraling downward from the lowest floor of the palace dungeon. The princess heard it whispered that there the many enemies of her father were questioned, never again to see the light of day. Many nights she lay awake, imagining the horrors taking place just a few floors below her. At times, she thought she could her the cries of agony, reaching out to her through the thick stones of the palace. She had confronted her father, who denied the existence of such a room and forbade her to inquire further - her mother, who had a sickness of the soul, had long ago fallen to insanity and ended her own life, casting herself from one of the upper windows of the palace.
    The princess had to know.
    She slipped past the guards at the entrance to the dungeon and went straight for the ominous stairs. She hurried down before her courage failed, and pushed open an unlocked, great steel door.
    "I told you not to come in here," said her father, who stood before her in an apron covered with another's blood. "You women cannot be trusted!"
    In one sharp movement, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her all the way to the topmost floor of the palace and flung her out of the window.

  7. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 1:15am UTC
    Timothy tried his hardest to blow out the fifteen flickering candles. He huffed and puffed... but to no avail. He glanced at his mother who had spent hours slaving away to bake the beautiful cake, and her expression made him feel unbearably guilty.
    Timothy's mother stared sadly at the unyielding flames that barely faltered in the face of Timothy's feeble attempts to snuff them out. She blinked a few times and the first tears started falling down her face. Whispering "Happy birthday, sweetie," she summoned a gust of wind and the dancing lights dissipated into puffs of smoke.
    Timothy didn't understand why he couldn't do that. It happened every year: his mother baked a perfect cake, he failed to blow out the candles, and she cried. The only thing that changed was the number of candles. Timothy went to go hug his mother... but to no avail. He merely drifted through her, and he didn't understand that either.

  8. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    September 16, 2013 1:10am UTC
    Mommy said we’re going to play a game. A game of hide and seek, and Daddy would be It. Mommy told me to find a really, really good place to hide, and not to make a sound. She said that if he finds me, then the game changes to tag, and to run away as fast as I can.
    I’m really good at hide and seek, though. I don’t think he’ll find me. I can hear him yelling for me and Mommy. He must be really frustrated. Oh, Mommy just screamed! He must have surprised her. I can hear her crying; she must really hate losing. She sure makes some weird noises when she cries! She sounds like she’s gagging on something. Ah, she’s quiet now; she must have remembered to be a good loser, like she tells me when I cry after I lose.
    there's light peeking into my hiding spot in the toy box and a figure covers me with its shadow. Man, Daddy found me! He’s really good at this game.

  9. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    September 16, 2013 1:06am UTC
    As I sat on the warm toilet seat, I remembered that I live alone.

  10. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 1:03am UTC
    Brody was crying again; loud and clear over the baby monitor. I groggily checked the clock. It was 3am. They say having kids is worth it, but so far it's been grueling. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. To my relief, I heard Brody's door open, followed by the sound of soft slippers padding their way into his room. It was my turn to take care of Brody, but Nichole must have beat me to it. I couldn't have asked for a better wife and mother. While still rubbing my eyes, I heard a soft, odd-sounding humming through the baby monitor. Brody almost immediately stopped crying. Thank goodness...I only had 3 hours left to sleep.
    I laid back down, turning over to get more comfortable. My eyes fell upon Nichole's silhouette. She was sitting straight-backed, looking down at me. Though I couldn't see her face, I'm sure it was as panicked as mine. I jumped out of bed with a start. I sped out of the room and into the hallway, followed closely behind by what sounded like Nichole raspily trying to keep up while tangled in sheets.
    Half naked, I rushed through Brody's doorway and flipped on the lights. Brody was being cradled softly by Nichole; anger and confusion plain on her face. Nichole's eyes drifted past me, and her face contorted with terror. The crying started again as I slowly turned around.

  11. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 12:47am UTC
    He would have been twelve now. Every year, on his birthday, I watch the last video I took of him. His eighth birthday, he was so happy. He played with his friends, blew out the candles, opened up his presents, then swung at the pinata.
    They never found out who drove the truck that hit him. Every year I try to get more answers from the police. Every year I bake a cake. Every year I watch that video.
    I always cry at the end, when everyone had left and he walks up to the camera and says, "Thank you, Daddy, I love you. I always will, never forget that." My television is stained from my tear-soaked hand print as I touch the screen, weeping.
    But for the first time in four years, I look up at the screen before the tape cuts out. He holds his hand against mine on the glass and smiles sadly at me.

  12. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 12:40am UTC
    My brother is a year and a half older than me and has Asperger's. For those of you who may not know, it is a social form of autism. This generally means that he has a tendency to say ridiculously inappropriate things and not care about or understand the effects his words may have on anyone else. He also focuses only on his interests and will talk about them nonstop regardless of whether of not anyone understands or is interested in what he is talking about. As a child, it also caused him to say incredibly creepy things to me. He never said things with the purpose of scaring me, like most older brothers would, but rather, simply relayed things to me that he believed to be true.
    When I was 7 or 8, we were playing a video game together. Without even looking up from the screen, he said, "You know, when we're sleeping we can't control what we do. I could sleepwalk and get a knife and kill you and I wouldn't even know." When I told my mother what he'd said, she went to him and said he can't say things like that to his little sister because it scares me. His response was, "Why? It's true. She should know."
    I locked my door from then on.
    The creepiest thing he ever said still haunts me to this day. I was six or seven and our rooms were connected by a shared bathroom. We always kept the doors open, so we could see into each other's rooms. One day, while we were playing together, he mentioned how he saw his copy last night. I asked him what he meant, and he said that he frequently wakes up at night and sees a copy of himself standing beside his bed watching him sleep. I was freaked out and asked him what his copy looked like when it watched him. He jumped up and said, "I'll show you." He stood in front of me and stared blankly at me with no emotion on his face. I told him to stop and that he was scaring me. He said he didn't see why that would scare me since I've seen it before. I asked him what he meant by that and he said, "Sometimes, when I see my copy watching me, I look into your room and see yours watching you too."
    Even now, almost 20 years later, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a feeling of being watched. I keep my eyes closed or put my head under the blanket until the feeling passes, because I'm afraid to open my eyes, terrified that I will see a copy of myself blankly staring at me.

  13. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 12:14am UTC
    When I was a kid all the children used to play in the woods on the edge of town. Deep in the heart of the forest, there was an old, run down, and ragged house that everyone whispered about. There were all kinds of rumors about it being haunted, or that a monster lived in the basement. My father even said he heard about a family of cannibals that made it their home.
    One day while playing in the woods, my brother, who was nine at the time, was bragging about how he was the bravest kid in school. After a while, I got sick of hearing him gloat, so I told him that if he really wanted to prove himself, he should go into the basement of the old house.
    Of course, I didn't think he would go through with it. Nobody ever set foot in the house, but he was determined to prove his bravery. I remember feeling guilt and anxiety when he walked through the door. He stayed in there for quite a while, until the sun had set, but he finally came out at dusk. Needless to say I was relieved.
    When he returned, I asked him if he saw any monsters in the basement. He simply grinned, answered, "Yes," then blinked his eyes.
    At that moment I felt my blood run cold. It wasn't the grin. While I found his smile disturbing, it's not what had caught my attention. Nor was it his answer, as my brother was a known prankster at the time.
    The thing that worried me, that chilled me to my very core, was the fact that when he blinked his eyes, they shut the wrong way.

  14. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 16, 2013 12:11am UTC
    Mommy always leaves me and daddy home on Saturday nights, and me and daddy always go get ice cream in the car after dinner. I have to sit in the back seat until I'm a big boy. I go in the kitchen to see what daddy is cooking for dinner after my Barney movie is over, but he's not in there this time. I saw a note on the counter that said mommy and Uncle James were going somewhere together. I'm not sure, I don't read that good. I go find daddy in the garage. I shut the door behind me like I'm supposed to. Daddy is in the car and he already has the car turned on. We must not be eating dinner tonight, only ice cream. I get in the backseat behind daddy since I'm not a big boy yet. Daddy doesn't say anything when I said hello to him. Maybe he can't hear me over the loud car. I think I'll take a nap on the way to ice cream. I feel kinda sleepy.

  15. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 13, 2013 12:41am UTC
    My eyes shot open and took a few moments to adjust to the bright light they met shining down at them.
    Where am I?
    Nothing was familiar. I wasn't here a moment ago when I fell asleep... now everything is so strange. I try to move
    my arms, my legs, my head... nothing.
    "Sometimes their eyes pop open like that. Don't let it frighten you," a voice came. But who said that? I don't see
    anyone.
    "Understood. Proceeding," came another voice.
    I felt something cold on my stomach, followed by an intense pain. And another. And another. Now I remember
    remember where I am. I made to react, to scream, but my body wasn't obeying. I felt something warm dig itself
    inside of my stomach, the pain hopefully bringing me to tears.
    Anything to show the doctors that the anesthesiologist got my dose wrong.

  16. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    September 13, 2013 12:33am UTC
    When I was a kid, in the evening, my parents would always
    pause at the door on their way down the hall to wish me a
    good night. It was always after they'd turned off the lights,
    so I could only see their dark outlines. It was a comforting
    sight as I fell asleep.
    It is less so now, considering they've been dead for fifteen
    years and I've moved three times.

  17. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 12, 2013 11:59pm UTC
    The Expressionless
    In June 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising, as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror. The first being that she wasn't exactly human. She resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequin's, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up. There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
    From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds. But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression. She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled. As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman's mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage.
    The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking, "What in the hell are you?" She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling. There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway. As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood. She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
    "I... am... God..."
    The doctor's eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one. The female doctor who survived the incident named her "The Expressionless."
    There was never a sighting of her again.

  18. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    September 12, 2013 11:19pm UTC
    Erin was a socially awkward girl. She felt like no one cared for her, not even her own mother. She can see how that was; her mother hated the fact that Erin never talked to anybody, and it led her mom to believe she was a complete loser. It didn't help that Erin had a serious mental condition. Obviously, school wasn't a picnic for her either, because the more she was bullied by her peers, the more she saw her mother in every one of the mean students.
    However, once in a while, she'd see this man on television. He seemed to be getting much more respect and love than she ever had in her lifetime. She was clearly envious. She felt she needed to recieve the same recognition that was equivalent to his. She went and stole her uncle's Glock and took the bus where she knew he would be at that time. She was in awe of her own decision because she knew taking his notoriety away would instantly make her famous.
    She stood with the crowd that was waiting for him to arrive, and just as she got in front, it did. The man exited the car along with his family and shook a few of the gleeful folks' hands. Erin took out her gun but hid it with the fabric of her coat as he approached her.
    As he shook her hand, he said, "Hello, young lady." She had a tight grip on his hand and brought the gun closer. She replied, "It was nice meeting you, Mr. President."

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