Creepypastas
Litter Duty
I hate cleaning up after teenagers. It’s the worst part of the job. There’s a special sort of sociopathy the unformed teen mind exhibits…
Tag: Death
Creepypastas
Mr. Lonely
You could be forgiven for thinking the greeting card industry is dying. You’d be wrong. The invention of email promised to kill the postal…
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A Good Old-Fashioned Book Burning
Hazel Petti was the bane of our existence. By “ours”, I don’t just mean the students at Clara Perkins Elementary School. Everyone in town…
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The Winner
The city trains you to not notice things. I mean, you’ve seen the hobos, the hookers, the lunatics having entire conversations with empty space……
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A Ridiculous Affair
Note: For legal purposes, I’m changing the names of not only people, but companies for reasons that’ll be obvious by the end of the…
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The Graveyard Club: The Skeleton’s Child
Cemeteries aren’t really scary at night. When you’re a kid, every tombstone has a dark spirit behind it. Every burial plot has a vengeful…
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I’m The Yard Sale Guy. Yes, That One.
Listen… I didn’t exactly apply to be the middleman for a malevolent, nonexistent software company. Who would? I’m not a gamer, a collector, or…
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Never Ever Ever
I used to go hiking to clear my mind. It was nothing extraordinary. No backpack, no walking stick, no geo-locator app on my phone…
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Clown Cop
Ralph was a prankster. I don’t think you can avoid becoming one if your name is “Ralph”. His parents cursed him at birth, ensuring…
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I Knocked On Death’s Door
I stood on the rain-slicked doorstep of a refurbished two-story house just outside of the city. I looked at the take-out order in my…