Dear little beePear, please rememberWorry little about the journey, enjoy.
Creepypasta: Quite ContraryCreepypasta: Quite Contrary“Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes…”The old woman’s voice rattled off the nursery rhyme, repeated so often that saying it was more an automatic reflex than anything else. Her house, built by her pastor father and left to her as part of his will after the accident, creaked its uncaring response as she ascended the steps heading to the bathroom on the main floor. Mary Alleckson may have been a monster, but even she was frightened of that thing in the basement.“…we all fall down.”Mary blacked out for a few seconds, as she often did. She saw her usual visions. A rope swing on a gnarled crab-apple tree. Friends, old friends whose names and faces were now blank spaces. A bottle of wine next to a handful of pills. A funeral in the rain. And the thing she had found in the basement after her father’s passing, that thing he had tried so hard to keep a secret from her and had intended to carry
Creepypasta: Just Like Real LifeCreepypasta: Just Like Real LifeSnow days were quite a pleasant occurrence for most students with only a few rare exceptions, and high schooler Juli Saunders was one of said rare exceptions. Juli had pulled an all-nighter making proof-positive that her public speaking project was flawless, and she was royally miffed that all of her effort had apparently been in vain. Worse, she knew she would probably have to go over it again tonight anyway in case she forgot anything. And worse still, the power had gone out early that morning, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for her mom and dad to come home from work.After moping about in her bedroom for few hours, it dawned on Juli that there was a distinct high-pitched whine coming from her closet. It seemed to her that the noise was barely perceptible, and had likely been masked until now by the sound of the whirring computer tower that was part of the gaming set-up she made use of.Deciding to investigate, she rifled through her closet
Creepypasta: Empty SuitCreepypasta: Empty Suit“One day there was, uh, a girl, yeah, an ordinary girl. Such as the kind you would pass by on the street without a second thought. She went into McDonald’s and ordered a medium fries. She sat down and started eating them, but she didn’t know that the french fries were secretly Satan and where the fuck am I going with this...”To say that Lara Parker was still suffering from writer’s block would be a gross understatement. Half a week had passed since her father’s untimely passing at her hands, and as she sat in front of her computer monitor she made a mental note to clear him out of the living room soon before he really started to stink up the place. But right now she had bigger problems on her plate, namely the creative wasteland called “ennui” that was the bane of every writer.“God, Allah, Zeus, Satan, Rainbow Dash, someone, anyone, help me think of something to write!” Lara moaned as she tossed anoth
On the wallThe end is near little one.