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From Child to Animatronic (Part One)Over twenty years.
240 months. 1,043 weeks. 7,304 days. 175,316 hours.
Counting down to the ongoing present time, I remain trapped in this makeshift prison, looking onward from the stage I stood on for most of my entombed life. My limbs are an unwanted invitation to spots of rust, built-up grime, and various questionable fluids now caked and solidified. They are one of the very few things that have been stuck with me all these years, another being this fake microphone that's embedded in my right hand. My prison creaks with age, given very little sympathy by the owner's ignorance. It moves with a jittery and abrupt action with just enough maintenance to barely stand on its own two legs throughout the slow, miserable, tedious days. My eyes glow bright, reflecting the spotlight whenever it shines upon me.
I always welcome that spotlight, for it successfully obstructs my view from forcefully staring at the snot-nosed brats. They come in various forms, but they all act the same once they se
Creepypasta: A Household of Four Plus OneCreepypasta: A Household of Four Plus One
“Well, isn’t this a mystery?” June Peterson asked aloud.
The question was entirely rhetorical. June was the only one of the Peterson household who was home at the moment. Alex and Stephanie were off at school and her husband was off on a corporate retreat. But this was more than a bit puzzling. A pair of well-worn men’s shoes which weren’t her husbands, and obviously weren’t hers or the kids, lay discarded in the front hallway. Normally she would have assumed one of her husband’s friends had left them behind by mistake, but he had been out of town for a full three days as of today.
June knelt down and picked up the shoes before examining them. They certainly had seen better days. As she was on her way back to the living room, she noticed something even more abnormal. The door to the crawlspace under the stairs was ajar. When they had first moved into the house it had appeared to be permanently wedged sh
Creepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You Eat
September 14th, 2014
Sleep. I miss sleep more than anything else. You don’t completely understand how much of a necessity it is until you’re reduced to no more than three hours of it each night, I suppose. But I should feel lucky that I can sleep at all. Their screaming keeps much of the staff awake for far longer than I often am.
We still don’t know why they’re always screaming, and may God damn the man who thought to engineer the things with vocal chords. Whoever decided it could possibly be a useful idea to give carnivorous plant-things the ability to vocalize their thoughts was clearly insane. And coming from me that means something. Takes insanity to recognize insanity and all that.
Anyhow, back on topic. The point of all this of course is to see whether a plant with enough specialized cells would be capable of a life similar to one of the lower orders of primates. Because a plant can support nothing similar to a
Creepypasta: How Blessed to be BlindCreepypasta: How Blessed to be Blind
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain?
Where is God?
We don’t know
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
What to say?
Am I alive,
Am I asleep?
Or have I died?
- KoRn, “Hollow Life”
Parker Jameson didn’t know quite what to make of all this. He seemed to be floating in a never-ending ocean of black flame, all of humanity suspended there with him. Curiously, the umbral inferno left his flesh and clothing intact, and yet Parker could feel it burning at a more base level, searing into his very soul. Wherever the flames danced they would leave behind scorch marks in his mind in the shape of dead gods with unblinking eyes.
He vaguely recalled a life before this one, and seemed to remember that there had been a world before the oceans of black fire. But it all seemed so
Creepypasta: Without a PaddleCreepypasta: Without a Paddle
Lukas Brown was starting to become suspicious, meaning that he was almost beginning to speculate if he should have accepted this unusual solicitation at all. He scarcely knew his neighbour Gray Ridley at all, despite the fact he lived directly next door to him. What the hell could he have possibly been thinking, accepting an invite to a mountain cabin that hadn’t even been aware Gray owned until now? And on top of which, Gray had been behaving downright inexplicably starting from the time when Arranson Carmen had disappeared. Gray had always seemed a bit sullen, but forget out-of-character, he’d been positively walking on air since then! Gray had been chatty and animated the entire drive up to the cabin. His behaviour was categorically un-Gray-like.
As Lukas crawled out of the guest bedroom’s cot he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Lukas reminded himself that just because Gray’s mood had upgraded to a normal level in such a bri
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Creepypasta: The Provider of NightmaresCreepypasta: The Provider of Nightmares
Every night it was the same nightmare for Tommy. The whelp of barely five years old dared not tell anyone about this night terrors that infested his sleep, and for a very good reason. The monsters had told him what would happen should he mention them in the real world. Even a brief description would allow them to cross over, forever erasing the line between when Tommy’s eyes were open and closed.
These monsters wanted nothing more than to plague Tommy. They never killed him in his dreams, that would be too merciful. Instead they drove him into that pit of absolute terror one only reaches in a frenzied nightmare, making him awake in the middle of the night shuddering and covered in a numbing sweat. But there was something that even the monsters seemed to be afraid of.
The big door.
This “big door” often appeared in the background of these nightmares, set into a wall or even simply floating in space. It was crafted of a splintered
Curiosity Killed the Rat
Curiosity Killed The Rat
It was ten minutes past two when the storm that was pummeling Curtisville finally slowed to a whisper. The nearby sea became as smooth as glass, and so pale with fog that it resembled a silver-plated mirror. Once again,the whole town soon disappeared beneath a veil of gray haze.
On the other side of Azalea Street, seven-year old Marc Henshaw stirred uneasily in his sleep as he dreamt of a crowd of shadowy figures emerging from a creepy, Hobbit-like house in the middle of a dark forest. They came armed with pitchforks, scythes, axes, clubs and knives, as if they were going up against a Hollywood-type monster.
Something was wrong. Faintly, he could smell smoke and burnt meat. And what was that noise? It sounded like sparklers crackling and popping.
RD4 - Ashley's Crappy Rescue 13
Bursting into the camp, he yelled, "GRAB ALL OF OUR CRAP, WE'VE GOTTA MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! Zombies are after me!" Luis woke with a start. "Whaddya do this time..." He asked, slightly drowsy. "I ACCIDENTALLY SNIPED ONE WHILE I WAS TARGET PRACTICING TO GET MY MIND OFF OF DESTROYING THINGS AND AAAAAAAGH" Leon choked as a zombie grabbed him from behind. Luis sat and watched his friend, laughing. God, was this Spaniard stupid. "Haha, Leon, I think that zombie likes you!"
"Are you having your 'evil issues' again?"
"Oh, OH! CRAP, LEON, THERE'S A ZOMBIE CHOKING YOU!"
Luis pulled out his gun and shot the zombie. Both Leon and the zombie fell to the ground, except Leon was breathing heavily and rubbing his neck. More zombies started appearing down the path by the time Leon recovered, but he recovered in about 10 seconds. These zombies were moving pretty fast. "Ugh, okay... LETS GO! DON'T FORGET THE STUPID PIZZA, LUIS! Ahem, ugh, okay. Good. NOW
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