Kids in the Dark

September 27, 2019 creepypasta author 0

Growing up poor in the Deep South meant sharing a lot with my little brother, Ollie. Most often, we’d pass toys, clothes, and skin conditions between us. Up until he was six, we even shared a bed. Neither of us was happy about that. It was my tenth birthday when that changed. I got one present that year, and it was a bed of my CONTINUE READING

Mr. Widemouth

December 1, 2017 creepypasta author 0

During my childhood my family was like a drop of water in a vast river, never remaining in one location for long. We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs. Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to CONTINUE READING

No End House

December 1, 2017 creepypasta author 0

Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin. We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said “I”. He dropped out after two years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn’t see Peter as much. We would talk online every now and then CONTINUE READING