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Creepypasta: The Officer and the Child - Part 1Creepypasta: The Officer and the Child – Part 1
Outside an abandoned asylum, a young Arabic man wearing casual clothes and an unusual mask seemed to be nodding to himself as though carrying on a hushed conversation with someone. He was the only one there, so it would be probable he was on a cellphone or was just talking to himself. In a surreal touch, his accent was a hushed Germanic tone.
“I-yes, of course…no, I can sense her “father” is out, she’ll be food for worms soon enough…success? Of course, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, master. I was hoping by now you’d know I live to follow your rules. I promise, sie wird neben mir verrotten [she will rot next to me].” With that quizzical promise he began making his way towards the buckled-in entrance doors.
Home. For better or worse, this asylum was Ally’s only place she could call home. She wandered the halls aimlessly, knowing her father the Slenderman was out on “bu
Asylum Life - ScarsScars
Katherine blinked, staring at herself in the mirror. She examined all of the scars on her body, the places where she cut her arms and wrists, the choke bruises on her throat, the wounds where she stitched her left eye and cheeks shut. Her vision flickered across her own face, taking in every feature, every flaw. She silently counted the small blotches of pigment on her face, smiling at the old memory of how each freckle was a kiss from an angel. "Pfft, more like scars from the devil." She snickered, sitting down on the bed in her room. She felt a slight chill as a presence drifted through the wall behind the headboard, settling beside the murderess and draping a corporeal arm over her shoulders. "Hey Sadie." Katherine sighed, looking down. The translucent ghost frowned a bit, her face echoing concern for a friend. "What's wrong Kat? You're not normally this down." The illusionist sighed again, turning her head toward her phantasmic comrade. She eyed all of Sadie's scars, the deep
Halloween Hell - Part 2A shriek echoed as the front door was ripped open from the inside. James yelled and jumped back from the door, bumping into Heather and sending both of them tumbling down the steps. Still squinting from the flash, Tess caught a glimpse of a misshapen creature dart out from inside the house. A high pitched squeal that sounded a lot like a laugh emerged from its throat, and it seized Tess by the arm and yanked her over the threshold.
"No!" Rob roared, reaching for her, but the door slammed shut. "Tess!"
The inside of the house was pitch black, and the creature released her arm. Tess opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a startled yelp when she felt a sharp pain in her thigh.
"What's happening?!" she cried. "What do you want?!"
Then the drug kicked in, and she crumpled to the floor.
The creature grunted excitedly and began to drag her through the house, down to the basement where his master was waiting.
"What the hell?! Where's Tess?!" Heather looked around wild
The Rotting Man (Part 5) An hour had passed since we had ran away from both Seth and the Rotting Man itself.
"Alaina?" I whispered slowly.
"Yeah?" she whispered back. "What's up?"
"Do you think we'll make out of it alive?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied grimly, "but I know I'm sick and tired of sitting here waiting for the sun to come up."
I rested my head on the door. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "I just want to book it, crawl into the bedsheets, and never come back. Hell, I'd even move away to get away from Seth. But Jamal...man, Jamal. I just met that guy. I could've done something, you know? It's just not fair."
"Stop beating up yourself," she said, as she sat back up. "No one...well, except for Seth, that piece of..." she growled between gnashed teeth, but as she was about to finish her sentence, we heard the door thump from behind us.
"Oh shit," I whispered, "stand up, we need to hold off this
All gone part onePrologue: The end, over and over again.
I write these notes in hopes that someone will find these and understand what it was like for us...to know what the days before the infection. The focus of my last few notes have been the infection and the time in between the first cases and the time of writing...all that time…
It was ten years...it’s really been ten years. It gets hard to keep track when everyday blends into a mixture of fear and hunger. It could have been longer for all I know, but my case is that it’s been a long time. I live in a world that many people define as either hell on earth, or simply the apocalypse. People died in the thousands on day one, the millions in a week. In a month it was easier to keep track of those alive and then...nothing. No broadcasts, no notices from the quarantine zones...nothing. Just silence.
The military left us to die, abandoning us to the hoards of undead coming at the walls. First stage was
The Trials of Ravon: IntroAn overweight man sat on a crate, alone in a room decorated with colored strings running from a bulletin board on the wall to photographs on the others. He tapped his foot impatiently, thinking while toying with his beard. Samuel Rand had an obsession, or at least that's what his friends called it, with a masked murderer. His eyes drifted to one of the few unblurred photographs of the young woman, taking in each curve and detail of her body. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her. He wanted his fingers entwined in her luxurious black and blue hair. He wanted his hands on her flawless tan skin. He wanted, he obsessed over her. Every picture had all the other people in it scratched or blacked out. He didn't give a shit about the tall, faceless man or the blonde woman in white. He laughed at the hooded teenager and the one in the goggles. But one of them, one of the other murderers, stood out. She was nothing compared to HIS 'Masked one', but she was with his desire. Protecting her from a ga
Capitulo 16. Para mi querido AlexisNinguno de los dos dijo palabra alguna. Alexis se sintió culpable y creyó que haber mantenido ese secreto era motivo de molestia para Daniel, o eso es lo que le hacía creer el silencio en que se había sumergido el cocodrilo, quien no era capaz ni de dirigirle la mirada al cachorro. Pero lo que realmente mantenía cerrados sus labios era la sorpresa. En su mente revivía la escena de una madre desconsolada que extrañaba al hijo que la odiaba, y con quien no había hablado en todo ese tiempo. De repente, ella no ha dejado de estar al pendiente de él. Estaba claro que la leona había mentido, ahora necesitaba saber porque. Todas las dudas que tenía con respecto a su esposa desaparecieron en ese momento de su mente.
No fue hasta que iban de camino a casa de Alexis que Daniel finalmente decidió que era momento de hablar. Pero no sabía si hacerlo como una figura de autoridad o como la pareja que era del le
When the Doves Cry: Chapter 5February 16, 1875 Some Kind of Mansion, England
Today is a very shocking day. I hate to start it out like this but….. My father’s mutual friend, Caroll Fancis, has been announced missing. The Francis family is pretty depressed that the father has never returned since after the party and had asked if we saw him. We didn’t. My father had implied that he had possibly left. I even asked Stan myself where he was. Even he had no clue. But I highly doubt it. Now I know you must be asking why, but that’s because I know what happened. And I’ll tell you for this secret must be expressed.
Unfortunately, those six nights ago was about the party. I never went to sleep. It was possible that Sheryl came and tried to tell me bedtime stories to make me comfortable. It didn’t work much, I pretended I was asleep. Thirsty, I decided I should go downstairs and get a drink. However, when I was about to head out of my room, I heard someo
Lust: Pt.2"So Brian." I spoke up, turning to the relatively tall man next to me.
He turned his head and lifted his eyebrows.
"You think if we blare a little bit of sex songs you think our target will come after it?" I set down my drink I had cupped in my hands.
"That's not its mating call, Matt." He huffed, rolling his chocolate-colored eyes.
"Bro, you never know. I mean, what do ya think gets it fired up and ready for some mad porn action?" I gave him a light jab in the ribs with my elbow, a retarded grin stuck to my face.
"Vampires have hormones too. I guess it just gets hungry while having fun." He flipped the paper he had in his hands to the back side, eyes squinting as he read the small font on the page.
"I know I don't. Have you ever eaten anything while having sex? That junk is weird. Who gets hungry while doing that."
"Okay A.) I'm still a virgin so no I haven't even had sex. B.) Vampires are twisted and drink blood for God's sake and C.) Could you go start up the car? I'm pretty
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