Dear little beePear, please rememberWorry little about the journey, enjoy.
Two Sentence Horror StoriesMy brother and I are joined at the hip. The flies started gathering after his death.My dog came home with an arm. Great, another body to hide.My father fell down the well. I wasn't worried until I heard sounds of crunching bones down below.Last night, I was awakened to a child's crying. I went downstairs and stuffed a gag into her mouth."Your imaginary friend isn't real," When you agreed, I started to disappear.Last night I had a dream that I murdered a woman. I was okay until I realize I was holding her head.As I went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut. I thought it was the wind until I heard someone coming down stairs.My students love me with all their hearts. I just wish they wouldn’t leave a mess. I grabbed her, flung on the bed, and started removing my pants. She rose up, opened her mouth, and revealed three rows of teeth.She wears her heart on her sleeve. But her brains are splattered all over the wall.“There are no monsters under bed!
House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!Josh with his parents and brother Adam eating breakfast. Boys were very excited because of this day, after school they going to end making their creepy costumes and in the evening they going for candies. Their parents was happy that they planned have fun because they was new in city and they worried that boys will think too much about new school and only worry about it. They hoped they will go with some others kids and will make friends.After breakfast boys go fast at the bus stop. They don't wanted miss their bus to school. They was in same age, they were 9 years old. At the bus stop was some kids and Josh started talking to one with which was in class. Adam was more shy and he just stood next to his brother. Boy noticed it and smiled to him-hi, I'm Mike, you are Josh' s brother right?Adam looked up at boy and smiled a little. He doesn't expected that someone will want talk with him.-yes. I'm Adam.Mike smiled more.-you guys are cool, you wanna go with m
When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
A freakHe was cleaning his white face after his "job". His white hands went through his black thick hair, it fell on his shoulders.The night was just starting and he committed his first crime. His green eyes were staring at that reflection in the mirror, he took his shirt off and he dipped his neck while he looked at his body. He was awkwardly tall and thin, his chest was half white and half pale. He sighed, and he stared again at the mirror.He was pretty much a monster. His face was disfigured a long time ago and that man wasn't over with it.His self esteem wasn't the best one, but he tried his best to hide it.A lot of memories were acrossing his mind. His childhood, some memories from high school. And it's because it didn't seem to be so far.. He chuckled. He blinked a few times and it irritated him because of his artificial eyelids.The scars that the man had in his cheeks were making him smile even if he wasn't happy. He still remembered that day...—They called
Creepypasta - RealPhotos.comThis will be incredibly hard to type, but I have no choice in the matter. I am not insinuating that I am in any immediate danger, nor am I saying that any of you are. However, this is a cautionary tale about what MIGHT happen if you venture too far into the rabbit hole that is the Internet.So, here’s the thing: do not – I repeat – DO NOT go to a website called RealPhotos.com; it might sound innocent, but it is a trap. The site DOES feature photos, but the catch is quite unbelievable.I first heard of the link from a friend of mine. He knew I was interested in photography, and he also knew I had an affection for clever websites. He figured: “put the two together”, you know?I visited the site, and a pitch-black screen immediately greeted me. At first I was confused by it, because nothing happened for a good five minutes (yes, I did take the time); there was no interface, no graphics, no menu, not even any photos. Then, as I was about to exit, a white text
Clip ClopThe train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel begins to play. The only sounds I can hear outside of my earphones are the noises of impatient traffic, my shoes hitting the pavement and the rhythmic movement of my crisp suit swishing as I walk.The autumnal air is unpleasant against the nakedness of my face and brings a chill to my spine. I skip the song on my ipod, in need of a song m
On the wallThe end is near little one.