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  1. MaryPenguin MaryPenguin
    posted a quote
    October 29, 2013 8:21pm UTC
    I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me,
    "Daddy check for monsters under my bed."
    I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him,
    under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering,
    "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed."

  2. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    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."

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
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    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.

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

  7. whynotcreepypasta whynotcreepypasta
    posted a quote
    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.

  8. 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.

  9. 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.

  10. 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.

  11. Breeze Breeze
    posted a quote
    September 5, 2013 1:33am UTC
    I remember in 7th or 8th grade, I tried to make up a scary story to scare my friends...
    ... I ended up scaring myself.

  12. SweetieXoX27 SweetieXoX27
    posted a quote
    August 1, 2013 5:45pm UTC
    You enter your son's room and see him cuddled in bed. He clutches his blanket to his chest and smilles,
    "Mommy, can you check under my bed for monsters?"
    You smile and crouch beside the bed, but as you look under you see your son, shivering and he says
    "Mommy, there's somebody on my bed."
    nmq

  13. WatermelonSeed WatermelonSeed
    posted a quote
    July 8, 2013 8:19pm UTC
    Worth the read i pomise... best creepypasta
    FanBoy97: Journal entry 1:
    Oh, how no one understands the dark brooding angst stirring in my loins! I couldn’t concentrate in school again today, thoughts of Him distracted me from my composition writing class. How could I possibly worry about the fundamentals of English grammar stuff stupid when there’s a tall sexy devil stalking the spooky nights? I wish He would stalk me.  I know “some” people would say that I am a silly pants; that He would devour my soul or drive me to madness… but they don’t understand Him like do. I know He would not do this to me. And how could He? I’m His “biggest” fan. ;) Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to prove them all wrong.
    FanBoy97: Journal entry 2:
    Woe is me. Must I be alone for all eternity? Doomed to wander the cruel world in my misunderstoodedness? I spent the entire afternoon in the cemetery after school today, drawing the sacred symbol on each and every tombstone, the circle of darkness with the ‘x’ of also darkness, awaiting for Him to run into my arms. I even wore my outfit, my extra special Sailor Moon miniskirt and thigh high socks. I must have ridden my tricycle around those gave stones a thousand times before I ran out of Hi-C. How could He not be enticed by me? Am I not enticing? Of course I am, it must have been those fart faces who showed up and interrupted my unholy ritual. The called me names, really mean names that cut into my soul like razors. I tried not to cry, but I could not stop myself. “If you don’t stop… shouldn’t make fun of the black forces that dwell within me!” I yelled at them before they started throwing bananas at me. Bananas that cut deeper than any black razor of black blackness. I road my tricycle home as fast as I could. On the way I checked my vampire Pikachu watch, IT WAS ALMOST 6 O’CLOCK!!! My mom must have been worried sick! But then I got home and she gave me some spaghetti. Yummy!
    FanBoy97: Journal entry 3:
    I just took a bubble bath, and now I need to check my emails for the rightful acceptance of my creepypasta submission. Let’s look… NOTHING! Anger and other dirty talk! How could it not be posted yet? I submitted it yesterday afternoon, how long do I have to wait for the world to see my spectacular greatness? I know, that jerky jerk face administrator is jealous of my uncanny ability to write epic tales of melancholy spookiness. Of course that’s what it is, nobody could pass up my masterpiece unless they were intimidated. It was called, “The grand adventures of the totally badaƨƨ and in no way at all homoerotic sparkly vampires.” It was so awesome. I guess I’m just going to have to send that jerk a bunch of emails outlining why he’s such a jerk. Then he’ll see, they’ll all see. But it’s almost eight, and I need to snuggle into bed next to my Jeff the Killer body pillow and let my darky dark mind of darkness take me to the ultradarkness of dreamland.
    FanBoy97: Journal entry 4:
    I woke up from that dream again, I just had to write it down this time. It was the one where I’m lying there still in my bed completely naked when the wind blows my bedroom window open, and then that beautiful slender body of His floats in, hovering above me, tempting me with the prospects of sweet sweaty passion. “Come to me, sweet prince,” I say to Him as He lowers Himself gracefully, His black suit stretched tight across His lovely form. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” I ask him. He never says a word. “Oh, the strong and silent type aren’t you?” I whisper into where His ear bɑlls should be. “That’s okay,” I continue in the most seductive voice I can manage. “You don’t have to say a thing.” I pulled on His necktie, pulling His faceless face against mine. Then we start making out, AND IT WAS SEXXXXXY! Then after like, an hour, I whisper back into his ear bɑlls, “How about you take off that suit and show me what those tentacles can really do…” When I woke up my sheets were all sticky.
    FanBoy97: Journal entry 5:
    OMG!!<333333!!!! I don’t even know to explain it, but after that hot sticky dream I just couldn’t go back to sleep. So I kinda just stayed awake and sent fifty complaints to that jerk faced administrator , when I got this sense you know? A most… arousing sense at that. I got this feeling that I needed to look out of my window, and when I did, I that it was… it was Him! Slenderman was watching me from across the street. I knew it was Him at once, He’s impossible to mistake. The tall, thin body in the most fabulous of suits. He was just standing there motionless, expressionless, beckoning to me… Oh shɪts! I better get back to the window, He’s still out there and I need to press my bare nipples against the glass to keep Him interested. I’ll come back later to write how it went. Oh God, I feel as giddy as a school girl at the gynecologist’s!
    The Next Day…
    Officer Stinson is standing at the scene of the crime, his partner, Officer Drake approaches him with a cup of coffee in each hand. “So what in the hɘll and the hootenanny happened here?” Asks Drake as he glances over the carnage. Up high in a tree sectioned off by yellow hazard tape is the body of a young boy, his torso impaled on one of the many jagged braches. On the ground below him, there are several plastic bags filled with what is assumed to be some of the boy’s organs. They include; eyes, kidneys, liver, pancreas, gallbladder and several fingers. Officer Stinson hands his partner a piece of paper covered in blood.
    “We found this nailed to the tree.” Says Stinson to Drake. “I think you know what it means.” Drake reads the note, each letter spelled out in crimson. “No means no,” Drake reads aloud. “Great googally moogally! Not another one of these sickos! Must be the third one this year, and it does explain why the kid up there is wearing a dress.”
    Officer Stinson looks back up into the tree. The boy is in fact still wearing his Sailor Moon outfit.
    “Yeah,” Says Stinson, “We’re dealing with one twisted pervert here alright. We checked this kids journal earlier this morning. It looked like he was getting ready to try and date rapɘ Slenderman.”
    Drake shakes his head in disgust. “Sweet zombie Jesus. Kids these days, messin’ around on the interwebs, thinking that it couldn’t happen to them, then all of a sudden ‘ol Slendy gets sick and tired of being sexually harassed. Can anyone really blame him for resorting to this?”
    Stinson looks down at his feet with a somber look on his face. “No, no I don’t think anyone really can. But we gotta look at it this way; at least for now, we can take comfort in knowing that this nightmare is finally over.”
    Just then, the boy in the tree coughs out a spattering of blood.
    “WHY? WHY DON’T YOU LOVE MEEEE?!?” He chokes out. Without hesitation, Officers Drake and Stinson pull their side arms from their holsters, emptying the clips into the whining fan boy. When the dust settles, Stinson looks back to Drake.
    “Okay, now it’s over.”

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