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

The thing from Blackwell Wood

March 5, 2019 ArterialGrain 0

(All unauthorised info has been redacted) *Note* The following is a transcript of a recording found in Blackwell Woods. Upon completion of this transcript, the recording will be destroyed as per our orders. I am leaking this story because this needs to be heard by anyone living in REDACTED. You’ll understand why. *Tape begin* *A man recites his lines for a few seconds before complaining CONTINUE READING

Jane the Killer

October 29, 2017 creepypasta author 0

On a hot summer night around 4:33 in the morning, as Jeff the Killer took another victim—this time, a young wife, and also leaving her husband with a massive skull fracture as a result of blunt-force trauma, the only one to survive was the couple’s 4-month-old baby that police have discovered crying in its crib. Along side the child, police have found a letter which CONTINUE READING

Go to Sleep

October 29, 2017 creepypasta author 0

He’s just at the foot of my bed. Watching me as I lay awake with that malicious smile. He whispers “Go to sleep,” then slowly descends down, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I’m too afraid to look away until he’s finally out of my sight. I’ve never been so frightened. I hold my breath, I try not to move. He can be on any CONTINUE READING

Dad, there’s a monster in my closet…

October 28, 2017 VITDstories 0

I woke up feeling a presence standing beside my bed, jolting me out of my sleep. It was my son, and it was 2:38am. “Dad, there’s something in my closet. I’m scared.” My wife rolled over at the sound of his voice. “…huh? What’s wrong, honey?” she said, half asleep. “Closet monster, apparently” I said. “Oh, that’s new,” my wife said. “Come here, honey, your CONTINUE READING