Creepypastas
Counting Sheep Doesn’t Work
There are a lot of clichéd “traditions” that I don’t think anyone has actually participated in for about hundred years or so. Wishing on…
Tag: Horror
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…
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…
Creepypastas
I Like My Wife Better As A Skinwalker
Well, you read the title, so you know what this is about. I have to get this off my chest, to anyone who will…
Creepypastas
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…
Creepypastas
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……
Creepypastas
Franchise Killer: The Stupid Ones
The numerous neon signs in the front windows buzzed like a swarm of lazy flies, casting a rainbow of corporate influence into the darkness…
Creepypastas
I Am A Lifeguard For A Parking Lot Puddle
Have you ever searched for employment for so long that pretty much any offer looked like a dream job? That was me a few…
Creepypastas
Creepypasta Is Dead
Creepypasta is dead. Its corpse is filled with parasites. There was a brief, wonderful window of time in the early 2010s where everything was…
Creepypastas
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…