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Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'
- The Hoosiers.

Pitch. Black. Darkness.

My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.

I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.

You know when you hear your hou

He loves you...(Creepypasta)

Recuerdo mi infancia débilmente, casi no logro recordar muchas cosas, y bueno, no creo que todo el mundo la recuerde con claridad, pero algo que recuerdo, fue una experiencia un tanto aterradora, pero reconfortante a la vez. Mi nombre es Edward, y estoy aquí para contar algo que recordé recientemente.
Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d

Hetalia - Meeting ItaliansMeeting Italians
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Hetalia: Episode 23.5

By TohruIchi

"Ok everyone, the panel is over. Everyone start exiting out the door." The beautiful GLADOS cosplayer announced. All the cosplay-clad fans began filing out of the large room as the curators and VIPs began gathering their things.

"That was so awesome!!" Exclaimed the mangled Italy cosplayer. A friend of the head of the Hetalia World Meeting panel had decided to cosplay from KyoKyo866's infamous Creepypasta. Episode 23.5. A story in which Italy's allies decided to drown him and eat him because they had run out of food on the island of Seychelles. It had become

Titiritero (one-shot UA) (Chile-Bolivia)Los rumores habían comenzado medio año atrás, dicen que la primera persona en desaparecer fue un profesor de Inglés, que el segundo fue un chico de origen alemán y que el tercero fueron dos mellizos de descendencia mexicana.

Se rumorea en los pasillos de la escuela que todos desaparecieron de la noche a la mañana, que era como si hubieran sido absorbidos por una entidad desconocida. En la casa del profesor el agua seguía andando y los platos a medio lavar inundaban la cocina, era como si hubiera sido evaporado. El alemán desapareció cuando iba a ver a su mejor amigo. Y los hermanos, tal vez la desaparición más notoria; sus padres los escuch

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"Listen young man, we know what you did. And we want to know how you did this, so you'd better start talking right now!" shouted the officer in front of him.

"Ah, the act of good and bad cop? Sorry, but it does not work with me, and by the way in case you did not know, I know that behind the mirror there are som

Creepypasta - Mr TickleYet another child has died due to unforeseen circumstances. It is the fifth death of a child under the age of seven in the last 3 months. The police are investigating these suspected murders and believe that they are connected – the mystery serial killer goes by the bizarre name ‘Mr Tickle’.
One of the young victim’s mothers speaks out about her horrifying experience.
“It must have been around 12:30 when I heard the faint sound of laughing. It sounded just like my son, so I just thought that he had woken up and started to play with his toys” said the distraught mother, “It was late but I assumed he’d go

the MummyA large portion of heaven covered with dragon shaped clouds: this was the first thing the mummy saw after thousands years under the ground. When Hentoclàh arrived for his daily walk on the hill, not one but two were the surprises waiting for him, both of them gracious gifts of the earthquake who invited part of the region to dance the previous night.
The roots eradicated of his beloved tree were now revealing to the world the secrets of that body like the open box found in the attic shows the offsprings the jewels of the ancestors. Hentoclàh, excited, approached the corpse, starting is visual analysis, without trying to touch the mummy for

MissingYou're cuddled up against your friend on the couch, watching some weird sci-fi movie, when you hear your phone ringing from your bedroom. With a groan, you pull yourself to your feet, and do a weird little jog thing down the dark hallway. You step into your bedroom and flick on the light, grabbing your phone, before turning around to go back, when you're stopped by the voice of a child.

"Mom! Mooommy!" Curious as you are, you turn back around. Her voice sounds near - like, outside your window near. You kneel on your bed and cup your hands around your eyes, against he cool glass. Nothing there.

'Must've been my imagination,' you think

The Fourth Wall (Creepypasta) Legacy; a man's true staple on the mortal world. Allow me to introduce myself, dear reader before I get ahead of our journey. I am a man of great accomplishment; one of the grand writers of the last century. I will not lie; by the end of this, your preset notions may betray you. With that having been spoken, the tale continues.

In my life, the tides seem pretty even; glorious moments of mercy from life's everlasting grip scattered about my teen years all the way to present time. I never questioned the gruesome nature of the world. To me, the world always kept itself at a decent parallel of the different spectrums. All seemed well a

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by ~afraidofmonsters2011, Sep 28, 2011, 5:27:00 PM
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I send the spear through the chest of the dead-eyed, bloodied mockery of myself. It falls to the ground, writhing in pain, the wooden shaft of the spear sticking straight up. I snap off the handle of the spear and drive the broken end of it into the doppelganger's face. All movement from it ceases, and I begin to white out.

Doctor Harker sighed. The man on the table in front of him had flatlined and been declared dead only moments before. "Damn drugs... was it an overdose?" His colleague, James Brennan, replied "Probably..." Harker reached for the sheet to cover the unfortunate soul.

I wake up. I am in a white room. She is standing there. The figure that has haunted me for so long. I start to breathe much more heavily. "What the hell do you want!?" I realize with a shock that I no longer have any weapons. Perhaps taunting her was a bad idea. She steps forward, a black figure spoiling the purity of the white room. I instinctively move backwards, only to bump into...I'm not even sure what, for as far as I can see there is only the void. She reaches me in a few quick strides; I'm sure I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. Then she does something that stuns me to my very core. She hugs me. I hear her whisper, comforting and terrifying at once: "I forgive you."

Just as Harker began to cover the man's legs, he heard a faint beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep.
"What the...?"
"He's alive!" Brennan shouted.

I blink, and I am no longer in the white room. I see white still, but it is not the pure, virgin white that I was in. It is a dull, gray-white. I blink again. The vision becomes clearer. I can see a fluorescent light, and it becomes clear that the gray-white is tiles. Ceiling tiles. I turn my eyes to see three doctors crowded around me. I close my eyes tight. Is it...is it really over? I open them again. Yes. The doctors, the gray-white ceiling, the light, they're all still here. The nightmare is over. I close my eyes one more time, to prevent the tears from spilling. I'm back. And I am no longer afraid of monsters.

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Just a little shot at turning the ending of AoM: DC into literature.

~girliearist Sep 30, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

wow good job. Nice story and end....but still kind of creepy.

~afraidofmonsters2011 Sep 30, 2011 Student Writer

Well is is based on a horror game. xD

~girliearist Oct 1, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

Oh I see now. What is the name of the game so I know not to play it?

haha

~afraidofmonsters2011 Oct 1, 2011 Student Writer

Pfff, it's called Afraid of Monsters.

~girliearist Oct 1, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

oh yeah....I probably could have guessed that.....

haha

!Pointblank90 Sep 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I just love the title drop at the end. Would you consider revising this someday? This has true potential!

~afraidofmonsters2011 Sep 29, 2011 Student Writer

What do you think needs to be revised?

!Pointblank90 Sep 30, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Grammatical things, maybe some story points. I recommend this awesome editor:

He does free edits!

*ZehNinjaHorse Sep 28, 2011 Traditional Artist

Me like! Very descriptive!
The name James Brennan made me chuckle a little.
James is my favorite name for a dude, and Brennan is the name of one of my characters. And he's a doctor. XD

~sawftmoar Sep 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Holy hell you noticed that too! XD

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