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Creepypasta – Speaking to the Dead

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Speaking to the Dead

It had been 3 weeks since my girlfriend Amira took her own life. I still can’t believe she did it. She was so happy. We were both so happy together. Why would she have committed suicide when we had so many plans. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. 

I tried to go on, but I couldn’t. I saw her everywhere. At school, I saw her decorated locker and remembered all the conversations we had together. It was there we made plans to take a year off after high school and travel, seeing the world. 

Seeing her empty desk reminded me of all the times she let me cheat off her in class. Especially French class which she became quite fluent in. She was always the smart one. She always tried to get me to learn the material, but I was too stubborn and it was much easier to just copy her. 

I went to the coffee shop we always attended after school, it felt hollow without her. Seeing her empty seat only made my already broken heart shatter into more pieces. There was a void inside my chest in her absence. We would spend hours in this coffee shop, discussing everything from my obsession with superheroes to her obsession with books. She’d always get a chai tea while I resorted to hot chocolate. I still remember the way she’d look at me as I went on and on about how Titan was the strongest superhero of them all. She’d just sip her tea and listen intently. Her shimmering brown eyes seemed to light up as I spoke. She’d occasionally tuck a loose string of her silky brown hair behind her ear.

I couldn’t get enough of her creamy angelic voice whenever she’d speak about her latest book obsession. She went into detail about every twist and turn she read about. I’d listen with enthusiasm as she explained why the ending was so perfect. She was perfect. She even started writing her own novel. Sadly she never finished it. 

The only other person who seemed to understand my pain and truly know my loss was her mother Madeline Poole. I visited her quite often after Amira left this world. She’d make me tea, the same tea Amira loved. Then she’d tell me stories of what Amira was like growing up. How she was always such a curious child. Always questioning things and always had her nose in a book. 

That’s Amira alright, I said. God, I missed her so much. Life wasn’t worth living without her. I still look at her social media accounts every day. I’d see all the pictures of us together and how happy she was. I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand why she left us. 

One day after school I found myself on one of her social media accounts, watching a video of us together. We were at a cornfield maze. I remembered that day well. We had so much fun. We got a bit lost in the maze but enjoyed every minute of it before we picked out pumpkins and carved them later that night. She told me she had never felt happier in her life that day. We had our first kiss that night. I had driven her home and we sat in my car in her driveway. We both were nervous, I could tell. She looked over at me and I looked over at her. We slowly leaned in and our lips touched. She then whispered in my ear Mon Chéri which meant my dear in french. She continued to whisper that to me whenever we were alone and I called her Ma Chérie. It was our thing. No one else knew about it. I felt like I was reliving the memory when I got a message. 

I nearly toppled over in my chair as I saw who it was from. It was from Amira. I couldn’t believe it. Was someone playing a prank on me? It wasn’t funny, that’s for sure. I swore if I found out who was behind the prank, I’d make them pay. I opened the message and it only had 2 words. Help me.

A sudden chill crept over my skin. I stared at the message for a long time before I pulled myself together. I quickly typed a reply. Look, whoever you are, you’re not funny. Knock it off!!!

I saw they were typing again. I was getting really angry. Who would dare hack into her account and play such a disgusting prank?

Patrick, please, I need your help!

It’s not funny! Stop playing around! I typed back. 

Once again they were typing. I swear, I’m going to find out who’s doing this and when I do…

They sent another message and I froze. My hands became very sweaty and my heart started to race. It couldn’t be. That’s impossible. 

The message read. Mon Chéri, remember the time we were at the cornfield maze? We got lost but we had so much fun. You drove me home that night and we kissed for the first time. Remember? 

Could it really be her? No one else knows about what happened that night. Maybe she told someone about that night. I started typing again. 

Who are you and how did you know that?

It’s me, Amira. Your Ma Chérie. Please, you have to believe me. I always let you cheat off my homework even after I tried to persuade you to do your own work. You have to believe me. I need your help. 

I didn’t know what to say or even what to think. She knew things that only Amira and I knew. Could it really be her? She’s dead. I remember seeing her cold dead body in the casket during her funeral. I began typing. How is this possible? 

I waited with sickening anticipation as she started to type. I don’t know, but you need to get my laptop. It has everything. You need to get it, Mon Chéri. Watch what’s on it. It has the truth. 

What truth? What’s on the laptop? I typed furiously. 

I have to go. She began typing again but stopped. I waited for almost an hour, but no other message came. 

The next day after school, I went over to Amira’s house and was greeted by her mother. She smiled as she invited me in for tea. I sat down and we chatted a bit. She told me about a memory of Amira’s homecoming. How we both looked so adorable together all dressed up. She said she had been going over the pictures that day and fell into tears. I try my best to comfort her while thinking of a way to ask her if I could go to her room. 

“Ms. Poole?”

“Oh, darling you can just call me Madeline,” she said. 

“I was wondering if I could go up to Amira’s room and get her laptop,” I asked. 

She looked up at me apprehensively. She seemed shocked that I would even ask that. “What would you want her laptop for?”

I had to quickly think of an excuse. I didn’t want to tell her that I could be talking to the dead ghost of her daughter over social media. That seemed crazy. I really thought I might’ve gone mad and I didn’t want to validate it. “She was writing a book and I wanted to finish it for her and publish it. I thought that she deserved some sort of recognition.”

She thought it over a bit before a sincere smile appeared on her face. “Yes, I think that would be nice. Amira would want that.”

She led me up to her room and let me inside. I noticed there were scuff marks on the door, but it didn’t seem all that odd. I knew Amira had argued with her mother sometimes. As we walked into her room, my breath caught. It was exactly the same as it had been while she was alive. I couldn’t fight the tears as I walked in. My emotions overwhelmed me and I found myself breaking down at the sight of all her things. Her mother did her best to comfort me. It took me a while to pull myself together. I found her laptop on her desk and she took it into her hands and hugged it close to her chest. She told me to be careful with it and if I found anything in it to let her know immediately. I nodded and promised I would. She reluctantly handed it to me. She held on, looking me in the eyes as I went to take it from her. 

“Her things are all I have left of her. Please don’t mess with anything on her laptop. I want it left the way it is,” she said, with tears streaming down her eyes. I nodded and I promised her I wasn’t going to change anything on it. I just wanted to publish her novel. 

She let go and hugged me. She walked me out and watched as I got into my car. I took one last look up at her as she stood at the door staring down at me. She seemed very reluctant to give me the laptop and I understood. It was a piece of her daughter she had given me. 

I drove back home, plugged the laptop in, and booted it up. I came to the login screen which was password protected. I logged onto my social media account and messaged her, saying I had the laptop but it was password protected. 

Her reply was instant. Moncheri. 

Of course. I quickly went back to her computer. After taking a deep breath I typed it in. It worked. I was taken to her desktop. I found her novel. I opened it to find she had actually completed it. Tears welled up as I began to read it. I read the entire thing that night. It was brilliant, but what I found typed at the end left me puzzled. It was a file extension. I searched her computer for the file and found it. Inside the file were a bunch of videos. There were 2 videos. One was dated the day before she died and the other was dated on the day she died. 

I clicked the first video and her face popped up, but what she said made me sick. 

“I think my mother is sick in the head,” she said in a very scared and panicked tone. “I don’t know who to tell about this, but she needs help. She found out that I was planning on leaving after I graduated high school. She was angry about it. She said I couldn’t leave her. I don’t like the look in her eyes. She’s really starting to scare me.”

She quickly looked over her shoulder. “I have to go.” 

I was speechless. I quickly pulled up the next video and watched it. Once again Amira’s face came into view. She looked truly frightened. “I think my mother is going to kill me. She’s gone deranged. She says I can’t leave her. She says that I have to stay here with her forever. I told her she’s crazy. She won’t let me leave the house. She took my phone away and shut the internet off. I have no way of getting help! I’m scared. I’m really scared.”  

There was a pounding noise in the background. Amira looked behind her and then back at the computer. There were tears in her eyes. I felt this nauseating feeling in my stomach as I watched in horror. “I have to go, she’s trying to get into my room.”

“Who are you talking to? You can’t be talking to that Patrick boy, I have your phone and shut down the internet. Open the door!” I heard Amira’s mom shout behind her. “You need to stay with me. You can’t leave me. You’re all I have left. I won’t let you leave.” 

She starts to cry and panic. “I have to go. If you find this, it might be too late. Please, tell someone.” 

The video doesn’t stop there. It shows Madeline breaking in. There was a struggle. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t stop watching. Amira tried to pull away from her mother, she tripped and fell. Her head smacked hard against her desk and there was a loud crack. Madeline screamed. I felt sick. I bent down and found the waste paper basket and threw up. The video continued as Madeline sobbed. It was clear that Amira was dead. So it wasn’t a suicide. Then how did the police determine it was? I continued watching to find Madeline coming to her senses. She rushed away and came back with rope. She a noose to the ceiling fan. She strung up her dead daughter, then she pulled her down and in a hysterical fit, she called the police. 

As the police arrived, she told them a huge lie. That she broke in to find her daughter was hanging there. They ruled it a suicide. The video goes on for a while longer before it cuts off. 

Just then I saw someone pull into my driveway. It was Ms. Poole. My heart froze. Could she suspect that the truth is on the laptop? I quickly called the police. 

I heard downstairs my mother answered the door and invited Ms. Poole in. My heart tried to leap out of my chest. I told the police everything and how Ms. Poole was downstairs. They said they’d send someone over. 

I heard Ms. Poole asked my mother if I was home. She told her that I was upstairs. I heard her footsteps as they climbed the stairs. My stomach turned and I felt sick as my mother knocked on the door. I quickly shut the laptop “Honey? Amira’s mother is here. She wants to speak with you.” 

My mother opened the door and she let Amira’s mom in. I tried to compose myself. I tried to act normal. I tried to get my breathing under control as Amira’s mom stepped in. She looked at me and then at the laptop. “Were you able to get in?”

“No, it’s password-protected,” I lied quickly. I saw a sense of relief cross her face. She killed the love of my life. Her own daughter. 

“I think I like to have it back,” she said. 

“No,” I spat out, grabbing the laptop. 

“Honey, I know how you feel, but it’s not yours,” my mother said behind her. 

“Sweetie, please. I just… I didn’t realize how much it meant to me…” Ms. Poole said. The look in her eyes said otherwise. She knew what might be on there. I could see it on her face. 

“Liar!” I spat out to both my mother and Ms. Poole’s shock. 

“Madeline, I apologize. Patrick hasn’t been himself ever since Amira passed away,” my mother said. 

“I understand, now just give me the laptop,” she demanded, holding out her hand. 

I saw the police lights in the distance. “I lied. I was able to get into her laptop. You wouldn’t believe what I found.” 

Her eyes went wide and her face contorted to both horror and anger. With the laptop clenched in my hands, I pushed past her and bolted downstairs as the police arrived. I ran outside and told the woman officer everything except the part where Amira messaged me. 

They took both Madeline Poole and myself to the police station. I showed them the videos Amira made and they arrested Madeline. The news was all over the internet by the morning. Psycho mother murdered her daughter and made it look like a suicide. 

None of it made me feel any better. In fact, it made me feel worse. I couldn’t sleep. I felt horrible about it all. I never would’ve guessed all that was going on. Ms. Poole seemed so kind. Why couldn’t Amira have told me? I would’ve protected her. I didn’t understand any of it. 

A little after all that happened I received a message from Amira. I quickly opened it. 

Thank you, mon chéri. I wish I could spend one more day with you. I love you. I want you to live a happy life. Will you do that for me? 

Tears fought their way out of my eyes as I read her message. I love you too, ma chérie. But we can still talk, right?

I waited as my heart ached while she typed. 

I wish we could, but unfortunately, I can’t stay here any longer. I love you so much. Please forget about me and find someone to be happy with. That’s what I want for you. Promise me you’ll still travel. 

Please don’t go. I can’t be happy without you. I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. 

Oh, my sweet mon chéri, I would love nothing more than to stay here with you, but I can’t. You have to let go of me. Please live a full life for me. I love you. Goodbye Patrick. 

I broke down and cried. She’s gone. She’s really gone. It took me a long time before I could pull myself together. I saved her laptop. I ended up publishing her book in her name. After I graduated, I did exactly what we planned to do and traveled. I got postcards from every place she wanted to visit. It felt like she was there with me. I hope wherever she is, she’s at peace.

The End.

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Creepypasta – What Lies Beneath – A Lovecraftian story

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“Start from the beginning,” Captain Warner says. 

“Sir, I will state that we were all very experienced divers. I have been on many missions with these men. Several, including Shaun Hogan and Terrell Avery, I served within the Navy Seals. What happened at the bottom of Lake Superior was no fault because of our actions. No one could’ve predicted what happened down there. What we saw… It was unlike anything I have ever seen before,” I announce. 

“Go on. Tell me what happened,” he says. 

“Well, we had all been contracted to test out a new type of deep-sea diving suits for a private company. It was a suit that could allow us to withstand intense pressure and temperatures for long periods of time. It also didn’t need an oxygen tank. It could convert H2O into breathable oxygen. We were first going to test it on Lake Superior before trying it in deeper waters. Our ultimate goal was to reach the bottom of the Marianas Trench. I’m not so sure that’s a good idea anymore. Anyway, we had suited up and took a ship out to the middle of Lake Superior. There were 7 of us including Shaun Hogan and Terrell Avery.”

“We launched off above the deepest part of the lake and cautiously made our way down to the bottom. We were going to stay down there for a total of 4 hours to properly test the equipment. We made it down there okay. It was completely and utterly dark, but the equipment provided us with sufficient enough lighting. We began to explore the depths of the lake. There were several tools that our contractor wanted us to test. We had a high intensity cutting laser to test along with a mini torpedo. We were clear to start our first test. We had discovered a scrap of a sunk ship, so we decided it was perfect to test the high intensity cutting laser.”

“The test was a success. The laser-cut through the metal like a knife through butter. Next, we were going to test the torpedo. This is where things got strange. We had found what we thought was some type of deep seamount. We figured it was a perfect opportunity to test out the torpedo. It was Shaun Hogan who ran the test. He was close enough to the seamount to measure the impact and safe enough away to withstand the blast. The rest of us were far enough to measure the widespread effect.”

“The mission proceeded as planned. Hogan launched the torpedo at the seamount and it exploded on impact just as we assumed. However, what happened next no one could have foreseen. The great mound of land we had assumed was a seamount was something else entirely. Tentacle-like appendages shot out from the mass of land. One of them had snagged Hogan. We took evasive action and attempted to try another torpedo at whatever the fuck that thing is. Our torpedos had no effect on it but only seemed to piss it off. Whatever it was, it was massive. It crushed Hogan. There was nothing we could do to save him. He died within its grasp. We tried to retreat to the surface and it managed to snag Avery as well. I can still hear his screams as it dragged him to the bottom of the sea. For whatever reason, it remained down there as we made our way to the surface. We were lucky to escape. Whatever that thing is, I think we’re all better off if we leave it alone. If a creature like that lives at the bottom of Lake Superior, I can’t imagine what lives at the bottom of the Marianas Trench.”

The Captain stared at me for a long moment, stroking his beard before he spoke. “This is troubling news. We’ll conduct a full investigation. From what I’ve already seen from the footage, your story seems to line up. Until we know what we’re dealing with, I want to cease activity in Lake Superior. Thank you for your report. I’ll be in touch. You are not to tell anyone of this” 
With that, the Captain got up and left. After I was released, I had to give the news to both Hogan and Avery’s families. I wasn’t allowed to give them the full story. I could only tell them that an accident happened that resulted in their deaths. It angered me to not be able to tell them the truth. It seems the government is determined to cover up what lies down at the bottom of Lake Superior. It’s safe to say I haven’t been diving since that day. I don’t know if I can ever go back into the water. I have seen some truly unbelievable things in the water, but nothing like that.

The End.

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Creepypasta – A Mother’s Fear

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Every mother’s worst nightmare is having some sicko take their child away from them. Especially in today’s day and age, you can never be too careful. What I’m about to tell you is a nightmare that almost came true. I’m a mother to a 13-year-old daughter. I’m not going to tell you her name for obvious reasons. 

We had always been close as she grew up and I love her dearly. Recently, she seemed to distance herself. I wasn’t sure if it was just because she’s now a teenager or if there was something else going on. She seemed wrapped up with her cellphone that I recently gave her for her 13th birthday, but what teenager isn’t? 

I of course didn’t want to be one of those parents that invaded my daughter’s privacy, but I was starting to worry about her. She wasn’t eating, she spent most of her time in her room and she stopped talking to me. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I couldn’t just do nothing. 

I’ve read many different articles and Reddit posts about cyberbullying and I was afraid that my daughter was being bullied online. 

One day while my daughter went out to visit a friend, I was doing laundry and I went into her room to get her dirty clothes when I saw a message pop up on her phone. She must’ve forgotten her phone, which I had found was so unlike her. I couldn’t resist the urge to look. The message I saw really was horrible. I quickly opened her phone and discovered something truly disturbing. My daughter had been chatting with a stranger she had met online. He was grooming her and had resorted to blackmailing. Apparently, he managed to convince her to take photos of her and now he was using them to blackmail her with. 

That’s when I read a text message that truly made me feel sick. He told her to come over to the address today or he would show everyone the pictures of her. I quickly called my daughter’s friend that she said she’d be with and to my horror her friend’s mother said she never came. I quickly called the police and told them exactly what I read in my daughter’s text messages, giving them the address as I rushed to get my keys, bolting to the car. 

I punched the address into my GPS and floored down the road. I had gotten there just after the police. They had a man in handcuffs and I found my daughter sitting with a policewoman. I raced over to her and she was visibly shaken, but fortunately, she wasn’t hurt. If I had acted any later than I had, the story might have been different. 

Apparently, this man was apart of a sex trafficking ring and there’s no telling what would’ve happened to my daughter if I had not read her messages. It just goes to show how dangerous this world really is, especially with technology.

The End.

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Creepypasta – The Runaway – Hitchhikes

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I will never hitchhike ever again. The story I’m about to tell you is the reason why you shouldn’t either. My name is Holly and I was 15 years old at the time that this happened. I had just recently gotten into a fight with my mother. I don’t even remember what we argued about, it was over something stupid and petty. 

Anyway, I packed a bag and left just like that. I was so mad at her I couldn’t bear living there anymore. Fuming with anger, I decided to hitchhike and get as far away from the shitty town I was trapped in as possible. 

The roads were unusually empty on a normally busy highway and it was really hot out. Probably one of the hottest days we had in a long time. It wasn’t long before I broke out in a sweat under the grueling sun. 

I had been walking for some time now when a car finally came my way. I stuck out my thumb, praying whoever was driving was kind enough to stop and hoping they weren’t a psycho. To my relief, a man in a Ford Taurus stopped and rolled down his window. He must’ve been in his early thirties and had a charming smile. I’ll admit that I found him rather hot. He had wavy brown hair and smoldering blue eyes. He had a small scar on his left cheek which gave him a bad boy look. 

“Need a lift?” he asked me. 

“That would be great!” I said and I hopped in. 

He took off. “So, where are you heading?” 

“Anywhere but here,” I said. 

“Ahh, so you’re on the run, are you?” He asked with a smile that made me feel warm inside.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I said. 

“Who are you running from? Parents?” he asked. 

“Yep. Got in a fight with my mom,” I said. 

“How old are you?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously. I felt a sudden tension. 

“I’m 15,” I said. 

“Oh you don’t say,” he says with a slight curve to his lips. Something about the way he said it made me feel a little uneasy. 

We went a few more miles in silence when I finally spoke up. “So where are you heading?” I asked.

“Anywhere but here,” he said with a laugh. I smiled politely but I didn’t find the answer all that amusing. There was something odd about him. I couldn’t place it, but I felt that I may have seen his face before. 

I heard something bang in the trunk. “What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing…” He said and then he turned the radio on. 

“About 6’1’’, brown hair, blue eyes with a small scar on his left cheek. He is armed and dangerous and if you see this man you need to call the police immedia…” He quickly turned the radio off and eyed me suspiciously. I could feel my heart sink into my stomach. What was that about? I made sure not to look at him as I felt frozen in my seat. Armed and dangerous? And that description matched this man sitting in the driver’s seat almost perfectly. 

Who the fuck did I just get into a car with? My heart was beating faster as we continued to drive down the road. 100s of different possibilities raced through my mind. What if he was a serial killer? Or a rapist? I thought for sure I wasn’t going to survive the trip with this man. He could easily pull off on some back road and end my life. 

I made sure to keep my eyes on the road as we drove in completely nerve-wracking silence. Neither of us spoke a word. All I could hear was the engine of the car and the beat of my own heart. I began to sweat even though it was rather cold with the AC on. I can’t believe this is happening! 

The argument I had with my mother seemed so stupid now. I really wanted to apologize, but now I felt that I might not ever see her again. I’m pretty sure the last thing I said to her was that I hated her. God, I’m so stupid! The worst part is that I didn’t even have a cellphone. She took it from me. So I had no way of calling the police. I’m also pretty sure he has someone in the trunk. I keep hearing thumping and pounding going on back there.

To my relief, I saw that he was low on gas and he eventually pulled off to the nearest gas station. He looked at me and his once smoldering blue eyes seemed cold and malice. “You should stay in the car.” 

I nodded, but my mind was racing with thoughts on how to get the fuck out of my current situation. As he got out and started to fill his car I saw my chance as a police car pulled in. I saw the uneasy way he shifted as he saw them. He quickly finished pumping gas and walked in to pay. I rushed out of the car and ran to them. I immediately told them everything that happened and to my relief, they went in to question him. I quickly went in to see what was going to happen. That’s when I saw a picture of his face on the top of a newspaper. It said he was wanted for rape, murder and was extremely armed and dangerous. 

There was a loud crash in the gas station. I looked up to see the police had tased him and were now arresting him. They looked into the man’s trunk and there was a young woman about my age tied up. It happened to be her car and he managed to sneak up on her after she got out of work. The police were nice enough to give me a ride home. I quickly went up to my mother in tears and hugged her, telling her I was so sorry and I loved her. 

I couldn’t even imagine what could’ve happened if the police hadn’t shown up at that gas station. Never will I ever again get into a car with a stranger. 

The End.

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Creepypasta – Online Dating Nightmare

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What I’m about to tell you is why I will never use a dating site ever again. I was going to college at the time and was in my third year. A little about me, my name is Alexis, I’m a female and I’ve been told I’m attractive. I was 21 at the time this happened.

For whatever reason, I really had a hard time with men. I attributed this to being busy with classes, but I was getting a little lonely and a bit depressed. I decided to give online dating a try. I made a profile and uploaded some really nice photos before writing up a halfway decent bio. I had a bunch of matches, however, most of them seemed to only have 1 intention, to hook up. I wanted something more serious.

I finally matched on a really hot guy who had a great smile and dark silky black hair. We hit it off instantly. We had a series of long deep conversations about life and philosophy. We had similar views on politics and things were going really great. One thing led to another and he ended up asking me out on a date. 

Of course, I accepted. We met up at a very nice restaurant. To my relief, I hadn’t been catfished. He looked exactly like his pictures and he had the most amazing smile. 

We hit it off great. There never seemed to be a pause in the conversation. We just went from one topic to the other in a flow of interesting subjects. He had captured my interest. However, at one point I had to use the restroom. When I got back, he had ordered us drinks. 

We continued the conversation without missing a beat as the evening led on. We had a few more drinks when I noticed something very odd. I was starting to feel very out of it. I felt like I was slowly losing control. I quickly got up and excused myself to the bathroom once more. I pulled my phone out and texted my best friend and told her I think I had been drugged. I shared with her my phone’s location. My memory got a bit hazy after this.

I remember walking out of the restroom and… I think he was waiting for me there. Next thing I knew I was in his car. When I woke up next, I was strung up by a hook. As my eyes adjusted I noticed I was in some kind of warehouse. There seemed to be dried blood everywhere. My heart began to race as I started to panic. I began to cry hysterically. 

“Oh shut up, no one is going to hear you so you can scream all you like,” that familiar voice said. I looked over to see the guy I was on a date withstanding over by a table. He was wearing an apron and appeared to be sharpening a knife. My heart sank into my stomach and I felt nauseous. Tears fell from my eyes. I tried to talk, but I was gagged. “You’re probably wondering why I have you tied up in the middle of an old warehouse. Well, as it turns out I have somewhat of a gruesome fetish. I like to carve people open and watch them bleed. I’ve tortured and murdered loads of women just like you. It never gets old.” 

His laugh made me want to throw up. I was helpless and now I was about to die in such a horrifying manner. I sobbed hysterically as he walked up with a really sharp long knife. I recognized it as a filet knife my dad would always use to clean fish. I felt very queasy as he brought the knife up to my skin. 

Suddenly the sounds of sirens pulled his attention away. The police suddenly burst into the warehouse with their guns raised. They somehow managed to arrest him. I was freed from my bindings by a detective. She said if it wasn’t for my friend using my location tracker I sent her with my phone, they would’ve never found me. 

It turns out he has tortured and murdered over 15 other women before he kidnapped me. I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t get that text off. I haven’t been on another date to this day.

The End.

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Creepypasta – Catfished

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I have just recently tried online dating and I will never try another online dating site ever again. What I’m about to share with you has left me living in fear and hopefully will warn you about the dangers of online dating. I just turned 23 not that long ago and I moved out on my own after I graduated college. And for context, I am a female. I dated a bit in college, but after I left, I focused on my work and my social life fell to the sidelines. 

After a series of lonely nights on Netflix, I had made an account on one of the major online dating platforms. After uploading a few really cute photos and writing a really nice bio, I started swiping left and right on potential guys. I went through over a hundred profiles before I finally had a match with a really hot guy. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a head of wavy dark brown hair. 

We hit it off instantly, messaging back and forth. It turned out we had a lot in common. We both had the same taste in music and it turned out he loved to read just as much as I did. We talked for hours about Nicholas Sparks’ books and the latest Ariana Grande track. I had never met a guy who shared my taste in music and liked to read the same books as me. It was a nice change of pace. 

Our conversations lasted from dusk till dawn. However, I felt like I was doing most of the talking. He was a really good listener. I told him all about my life at work and the latest gossip about my coworkers. I shared facts about myself that I never told anyone. I felt so comfortable with this guy. I felt like I could tell him anything. 

He started to ask if I wanted to meet up. At first, I was a little apprehensive. I realized I didn’t know much about him. I did most of the sharing while he listened and asked questions, but I really wanted to meet him. I really liked talking to him so I agreed to meet with him in person. 

He mentioned coming to pick me up, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that. I suggested we meet at a nice coffee shop I usually went to on weekends. He said he preferred to go somewhere less crowded. He suggested we go for a hike in the woods. I wasn’t so sure about this but I reluctantly agreed. We made plans to meet at 4 o’clock on Saturday. 

I got there a bit early and stayed in my car. For some reason, I just felt odd about it all, but I was hopeful with the conversations we had, but I still kept my doors locked. I turned my car off but kept the radio on. I waited until I got a text asking me where I was. I told him I was in the parking lot and asked him where he was. 

He said he was on his way. He said he’d meet me by the entrance to the trails. I was very apprehensive about this and decided to wait in my car until I saw him pull up. Thank god I did. I noticed a white van parked not too far from me with a man and a girl inside. They were watching me intently. They looked very out of place. 

After waiting for 10 minutes or so, I shot him a text asking him how far away he was? He said he already pulled up and was waiting at the trail entrance. I thought there was no way he could have slipped by me as the park was empty besides me and the people in the van. There was no way I was getting out of my car. I waited there a bit longer and received several messages from him. He asked if I was coming.

I asked him to come to the parking lot, he refused. That’s when I saw something strange. I clearly saw the girl in the van texting and as soon as I received a text message she’d look up over at me. I don’t know if this was a coincidence or if she was the one who was texting me after all. 

The text I received said he was waiting for me and if I didn’t come soon he’d leave. At this point, there was no way I was getting out of my car. I then decided to facetime him. That way it’d prove he is who he said he was. As I started the facetime, I looked over at the van and saw the woman’s phone light up. They immediately canceled the call.

I then decided to call the police and report everything. They said they’d send someone out to where I was. I got a text saying if I didn’t come out, he was going to leave. I didn’t fall for it. Instead, I said I’d be there in a minute. Just had to fix something. I was trying to stall for the police to get here. That’s when the back door to the van opened up and two men in masks got out. By now I was truly freaked out. I tried to start my car but to my horror, the battery had died. It wouldn’t even turn over. I was not truly terrified as the men walked over to my car. My heart was racing as they told me to roll down my window. I refused. They tried to open my car door and thank god I kept it locked. One of them headed back to the van and pulled out a crowbar. I was now on the verge of tears as he walked up to the passenger side of my car and started to bash the window. 

I pleaded with them to leave me alone. I was now crying hysterically as the man continued to hit the window with the crowbar, it started to crack. The other man was making threatening gestures and was telling me all the things they were going to do to me. I truly thought they were going to take me as the crowbar managed to smash my window open. 

As he unlocked the door and proceeded to get in my car, to my relief a police car pulled up right then and there. Two officers got out with their weapons drawn. Another police car pulled up behind them as the men raised their hands. 

They were all arrested. What was truly horrifying is what they found in that van. There was chloroform, rope, handcuffs, duct tape, and weapons. Everything you needed to kidnap someone. Apparently, the girl was the one texting me. She had our entire conversation on her phone. It turns out they were part of a huge human trafficking ring. It scares me to imagine what could’ve happened if the police didn’t arrive when they did. I haven’t been on a dating site ever since.

The End.

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Creepypasta – Every Parent’s Worst Nightmare – Kidnapping

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Being a parent is never easy. However, in the age of the internet things have become even more frightening. I’m a mother of 3 children. My only son just turned 16, my oldest daughter is 10 and my youngest daughter is only 7. I won’t tell you their names obviously. You can never be too cautious on the internet. I learned this the hard way. What I’m about to tell you is every parent’s worst nightmare.

Ever since my son turned 16, we had gotten him a phone because we didn’t want him to get stranded with car problems out in the middle of nowhere. However, now that he has a phone, he’s created social media accounts. My biggest fear is him meeting some stranger on the internet and having it turn out to be some psycho murderer or something. Ever since then, I have created fake accounts to monitor his online activities. I know, I know, it’s such a grievous violation of his privacy, but his safety must come first. 

Anyway, I was on one of my social media accounts doing my due diligence when I came across something that made me sick to my stomach. It was a picture of my youngest daughter posted by some random stranger. I immediately clicked on the profile and to my horror, there were more photos of her. They were taken while she went about her day. There were some of her at school, some while she was getting on the bus and others while she was at home. She wasn’t the only girl that was being stalked. There were hundreds of photos of other girls. What’s worse were the comments. I was expecting to see people as horrified as I was, but some were saying some pretty disgusting things. Things I will not repeat. They were sexually objectifying a 7-year-old. It made me nauseous. I ended up throwing up. 

What’s worse was there was a link to a website. That’s when I found something truly horrifying. They were not only selling photos of children, but there were auctions where you could buy kids that were most likely kidnapped. Once again, I found myself puking. I went straight to the police with this. 

They were able to get the website shut down and even made a few arrests. However, not even a week later I stumbled upon another website with photos of my 10-year-old. I once again reported them to the police hoping to put an end to this. I’ve never been more horrified in my entire life. 

It’s safe to say after this terrifying ordeal, I kept a close watch on my kids. I drove them to school in the morning and picked them up right after. I made sure not to let them out of my sight and I kept an even closer watch on my surroundings to make sure no one was watching them. 

One day after school had parked to pick up my kids and to my shock and horror, I saw a strange black car with all its windows tinted parked outside the school. I reported it immediately after I saw the camera of a phone poking out of a crack from the window. Thank god the police were not far. They pulled up behind the car. The car tried to drive away but was cut off by another patrol car. 

They were able to arrest the man right then and there. However, what they found inside his car had given me nightmares to this day. They not only found his phone was full of pictures of not only my own kids but hundreds of others, they also discovered chloroform, rope, weapons, and all sorts of things that are common items used in kidnapping. 

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep ever since. This just proves you can never be too careful when it comes to the safety of your kids. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my children. 

The End.

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Creepypasta – Hacking into a Nightmare

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The internet is a scary place. I definitely know being an amateur hacker. Or at least I was before something happened that caused me to delete all my information and destroy my computers. A little about myself, I’m a 24-year-old with a degree in software engineer and cybersecurity. 

I had always had this fascination with the dark web, not that I had any intentions of actually using the dark web. It’s the whole secrecy that really caught my obsession. I spent a lot of time learning how to hack and navigate the dark web. 

Anyway, I had been surfing through the dark web using Tor (The Onion Router) browser and a premium VPN (Virtual Private Network) to keep myself anonymous by encrypting my data and routing the connection through the Onion network of volunteer-run servers. However, this browser doesn’t prevent my ISP (Internet Service Provider) from recognizing I’m using Tor itself. The VPN is perfect for browsing the Dark Web. A VPN ensures that Data is never stored, and everything resets when the servers reboot. It uses a proven no-logs policy and an automatic kill switch, it ensures my data remains secure (non-existent!) and prevents any IP address leaks. It also automatically provides a new IP address at random intervals so I can’t be tracked and people won’t be able to find where I live. 

Anyway, I was searching through the dark web and discovered a black box which essentially is used to ensure the storage and preservation of such vast volumes of content. An Internet Archive that has a way to parse, index, and physically encode the data while avoiding degradation and ensuring accessibility in unknown future formats, 

It’s basically a middle man. Anyway, my interest was peaked. I decided to attempt to hack into it. It was a rather tricky riddle and I was foiled several times, but I managed to break through and found myself in a chat room that was about to stream a video. Upon entering, I was immediately greeted by an unknown user. 

They said they hadn’t seen me before and were curious about how I got here. I didn’t quite know what to say so I told them I got an invitation. They asked me from who? I said it was a friend and I didn’t want to give out their name. That’s when the user told me that if they find out I was lying they’d find me and I’d be the next guest to provide entertainment. That thoroughly crept me out. 

After that, the user didn’t say much. Soon the stream started and it showed a middle-aged woman tied up to what looked like a surgical table. My heart started to race as I watched her struggle and cry. 

I continued to look at my screen as they proceeded to torture her. They first started to cut off her fingers as she screamed out in pain. I felt sick to my stomach. I ended up throwing up in my garbage, however, my eyes were glued to the screen as they continued to cut this woman up. It got to a point where the poor woman was unrecognizable. 

Then my heart sank into my stomach as I received another message from that same user. He said that no one invited me. That’s when I found that someone was trying to hack into my computer. To my horror, I found that my VPN was turned off. 

I immediately tried to exit the chat room, however, it became too late, they hacked my computer. I unplugged my computer from the wall and then destroyed all of my devices. I was so scared at this point, I didn’t care about their worth. I even packed up all my stuff and left as soon as I could. I have been on the run ever since, always looking over my shoulder. I can’t even sleep at night.  To this day, I live in constant fear for my life. 

The End.

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Creepypasta – Internet Obsession

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The story I’m about to tell you is a perfect example of how dark this world really is. I was a 15-year-old high school girl at the time and I finally convinced my parents to give me a smartphone. I started an Instagram account not long after.

I had been posting on it for almost a year, mostly about my day to day life with loads of selfies, nothing special, when one of my best friends, Collin, messaged me a link to another profile. When I checked the profile out my stomach tightened. This profile was dedicated to me. It had reposted all of my photos. But what really gave me the creeps were the videos and photos that had been taken of me by someone else. I didn’t recognize the photos. They had been taken without my knowledge. 

There were loads of them. Some of them while I was at school. Some of them while I played basketball. There were even some with me at home. A few were taken while I was changing in my room. I was horrified. I immediately reported the account. I even went as far as to reach out to my parents who reported it to the cops. 

However, it didn’t end there. It wasn’t long after that the account was deleted another account popped up with even more photos and videos of me. They were new ones. Whoever had taken them was still stalking me. 

Even worse, they started to DM me. The messages were really disturbing. Telling me how they loved to watch me change and they sent me a video of me sleeping. I was truly freaked out. Once again, I went to my parents who filed another police report. However, this did nothing to dissuade my stalker. 

They continued to create more accounts to harass me. The DMs continued to get even more disturbing. They said how they would love to get their hands on me and what they’d do once they got me alone with them. The things they said I can’t repeat. This went on for months. Every time I’d report them, their account would be deleted and a new one would spring up with even more photos of me. Of course, I made sure to close my windows at home and make sure they were locked. I even went as far as to delete my own account and all my other social media accounts.

Somehow they got my number and continued to harass me, sending me more photos and videos of me that were taken while I was unaware. Every time I blocked their number, they’d text me with a new one. It got to the point where I became afraid to leave my house, not that I felt safe there either. 

They started texting me how they were going to kidnap me and all the terrible things they were going to do to me once they’d taken me. It felt like no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape them. I just wanted it all to stop.

One day I noticed something about one of the videos they sent me. I could barely make out a reflection in the video. And who I saw truly made me sick. In that reflection was my best friend Collin’s face. I went straight to my parents and they took me to the police. They brought Collin in and searched all of his electronic devices. Sure enough, they were filled with photos and pictures of me. They even found a shrine of me in his closet. I never felt more betrayed in my entire life. It just goes to show that you really don’t know who you can trust. 

I went to his hearing and he lost it, yelling at me that no one would love me as he could. Only he deserved to have me. No one else. I had a hard time trusting people after that. Collin went to juvie for a long time. However, I just recently heard he’s going to get out soon. 

I’ve gone to extreme precautions to distance myself from him. I even went to the lengths to legally change my name. It’s safe to say I haven’t been on social media since.

The End.

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Creepypasta – Imposters

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I’m about to tell you something that will change your beliefs forever. What happened during the weekend I went to meet my girlfriend’s parents will forever be burned into my memory and I don’t know if I can ever trust anyone ever again. 

Now, I will just say this to get it out there, I’m black and yes, my girlfriend just so happens to be white. Before you make any assumptions, just hear my story. It all started with our trip from college to see her parents along with her sister and her sister’s boyfriend. 

“Get ready for the shit show,” my girlfriend’s sister Stella said as she sits in the back with her boyfriend Callen while I drive and Kiara, my girlfriend, road shotgun. “Ramon, I apologize on behalf of our nutty family ahead of time.” 

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to her, our parents aren’t that bad. They’re not racist, they just sometimes don’t understand that what they say is sometimes highly offensive.”

Stella laughed. “That’s putting it lightly. I can’t wait to see dad’s face when he sees the two of you together.” 

“Stop,” Kiara said. “Don’t listen to her. We’ll be fine.” 

“Your parents couldn’t be any worse than mine,” Callen said. “My parents are real assholes.”

“Oh, way worse. Our mother is a neat freak. You’ll want to take off your shoes as soon as you get in or you’ll get an earful. She spends most of her time cleaning the house and if you get one speck of dirt on her carpet, she’ll let you know about it,” Stella said with that sadistic smile. “She’ll also interrogate you for your entire life. She won’t judge you for it, she’ll just pester you with questions until she knows every small detail of your existence. My dad also won’t ever stop talking. Only instead of asking questions, he’ll lecture you nonstop because he’s the expert on everything. He also loves to tell inappropriate jokes.”

“Stella! Come on. Seriously? Mom and dad aren’t that bad,” Kiara said as she rolled her eyes. She turns to me and places her hand on my forearm. “Don’t listen to her babe. She’s just trying to scare you. She loves to fuck with people’s heads.”

It’s not long before we pull into their driveway. It’s a ways out into the country. Their house is your typical style two-story farmhouse. As I park the car, we get out and grab the luggage. The house looks like no one is home, but after a second glance, I see one of the shades cracked open and nearly trip as I see someone creepily peering out. As soon as the person sees me they shut the blinds. 

The door opens up and a man with white hair that’s starting to bald and a white beard steps out. His face is as serious as a 911 operator.

“Dad!” Kiara shouted with glee as she skipped up and went to hug him. He pulled back and put his hands out. 

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted out and Kiara stopped in her tracks and looked off-put. He looked at her for a second before he fixed his glasses. “I’m sorry. You are my daughter. Right. I’m sick. I don’t want to get you sick.”

With that, he forced out a cough. Kiara tossed us a questioning look before turning back to her dad. He eyed the rest of us for a long minute. “Come in.” 

We all trade looks before hauling the luggage inside. The place is filthy. Cobwebs have made it home. A thick layer of dust is on everything. Stella and Kiara eye each other. 

“Dad, we’re going to put our things away and we’ll come back down after we freshen up,” Stella said. 

“Right… Well. Don’t take too long. You should all get a good night’s sleep soon,” he said. I look at my watch and it’s only 1 in the afternoon. 

“Uh… okay,” Kiara said. We quickly followed her up to her room. 

As soon as the door shut, Stella spoke up. “What the fuck is going on? The place is a mess? Did you think Dad was acting funny?”

“Well, he did say he was sick,” she said. 

“Where’s mom?” Stella asks. 

“I don’t know, but it’s not like her to leave the place so messy,” Kiara said.

“And what the fuck was up with dad? He’s so jumpy. And he’s at a record low of long-winded lectures,” Stella said as she tucked a loose string of brown hair behind her ear while she sat down on the bed. Her eyes continued to flick over to Kiara and her boyfriend as she bit down on her lip. 

“Maybe something happened. Things change people,” Kiara said. 

“You think it’s that simple?” Stella asks. 

“Yeah. I mean, come on, it’s mom and dad,” Kaira replied. 

“I don’t know. I read this…”

“Stella, I know what you’re getting at. This is the real world, not a science fiction novel,” Kiara said. 

“I know. I know. I’m just saying…”

“Babe, you gonna show me your room?” Callen asked, winking at her.  

“Right. Sure,” she said. As they went over to her room, he spanked her and gave her ass a good squeeze. 

We spent most of the afternoon upstairs. Eventually, we all headed downstairs for dinner. As Stella, Callen, Kiara, and I gathered around the table, we noticed their mother lingering in the hallway by the stairs. She didn’t say anything, just stared at us for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, their dad came out behind her and she followed him. 

“So, what’s for dinner?” Stella asked.

“Dinner?” their dad said. He looked puzzled by the question. “Right. Dinner. I uh…”

“Should we just order pizza?” Kiara asked. 

“No, I’ll get something,” he said as he entered the kitchen and started going through the cupboards. 

“After dinner, Stella and I thought it’d be fun to head out to the pole barn and bring out the lawn chairs for a campfire,” Kiara said.

“No!” her mother snapped at us. “No fires!” 

Stella and Kiara looked at each and their expressions said it all. There was fear mixed with confusion in their eyes. 

“And don’t go into the pole barn,” her dad said. “It’s best you stay here in the house for now.” 

“You don’t mind if I smoke, do you? I have a medical card,” Callen asked. Stella threw him a sharp look. 

“No smoke! No fire!” their mother said. I looked over at Kiara trying to figure out what was going on. I haven’t even met them before now and I can sense their behavior isn’t normal. 

“Okay, I was just asking, no need to get upset,” he said as he threw Stella a sharp glance. 

My phone went off with the loud annoying sound I picked for an alarm to make sure I take my meds when both Mr. and Mrs. Bradley shrieked out with hissing and screaming sounds. “Shut it off! Shut it off!”

I quickly turned off my alarm as my heart raced ever faster. The look on their faces was horrifying. 

“Just stay inside the house,” her father said. He finally pulled something out from the fridge and dished it onto separate plates before he brought them over. What was on the plates was absolutely repulsive. “We’re going have to go check something out in the pole barn. We’ll be right back. Eat up.”

The dark black blob on our plates didn’t look edible. It smelled rancid. As soon as they left, Stella went off. “What the fuck is going on? What is this shit? They’re acting so fucking weird.”

“Yeah, I’m not eating that,” Callem said. “It looks disgusting.” 

“I don’t think any of us should,” Stella said. 

“Babe, I need to smoke. I’m just going to sneak out and hit the vape real fast,” he said.

“Fine whatever,” she said. 

He sneaked out of the house. As Stella and Kiara talk about how odd their parents are, I looked out the window to find something glowing from the pole barn. What the fuck is going on in there? Callen seemed to have seen it too because I saw him walking over towards it. He was peering in through the window on the door when the door suddenly opened and he was pulled inside. What the fuck? 

I’m not sure whether I wanted to see what was inside or get in my car and drive as far away from here as possible. Something not right is going on here. 

“Babe, what do you think we should do?” Kiara asked. 

“I think we should leave. I just watched Callen get pulled into the pole barn after he was looking inside.”

“God, that fucking idiot. Why did he have to go poking around?” Stella said with a heavy sigh.

“Why do you think mom and dad don’t want us going in there?” Kiara asked. 

“I don’t know. But what was up with them when your alarm went off?” she asked me. I only shrugged.

“We should get rid of this crap so it looks like we ate it,” Kiara said. 

“Good idea,” Stella said as we all picked up the plates and scooped the blobs into the trash. A minute later Callen walked inside. I was more than a little surprised to see him. Although, something was really off about him. He just came in and sat down at the table. Didn’t say a word or even acknowledge us. “Babe? Hey. Everything okay? What did you see in the pole barn?”

“Pole barn?” He asked, looking at us. There was something different about his eyes. I can’t quite place it, but they’re not the same. “Don’t go in the pole barn!” 

All three of us jumped back and traded looks. Then Stella piped up. “What the hell did you smoke?” 

He turned his head in a way that gave me the chills. “No smoking! No fire!”

“We’re going upstairs for a bit,” Kiara said, tugging mine and Stella’s arm. We quickly followed her upstairs.

“What the fuck is going on!” Stella said, freaking out. 

“It’s whatever is in that pole barn. It changed him,” I said. 

“We need to figure out what’s in there,” Kiara said. 

“We should call, like, the cops or something,” Stella said. 

“And tell them what exactly? That your parents have gone mad and did something to your boyfriend?” I asked. 

“I don’t know,” she said. 

“We need to figure something out,” Kiara said. 

“I say we get in my car and get the fuck out of here,” I said. 

“No! Not without figuring out what’s going on with my parents,” she said. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I wasn’t going to leave without her and if I was in her place, I’d want to know what the fuck was going on too. 

“Fine. If you two can distract them, I’ll figure out what’s in the pole barn,” I said. 

“Really?” she asked. 

“Babe, I’m not leaving you, that’s for sure,” I said. She buried her head into my chest. 

“You shouldn’t go out there without some way to defend yourself,” Kiara said.

“Do you have a lighter and some hair spray?” I asked. 

“Yeah, why?” she asked. 

“Well, didn’t you hear them? They don’t like fire,” I said. 

Kiara reached into her bag and pulled out a canister of hairspray and a lighter. I took them from her and hid them in my sweatshirt. That’s when we heard a creak from the stairs. Someone was coming up. Both girls dashed behind me. Another creak was heard just outside the bedroom door. Someone is standing just outside the door. I had one hand on the canister and the other on the lighter, ready for anything. The handle slowly twisted and the door slowly opened. 

“Stay behind me,” I said. My skin crawled as Callen’s head crept around the door. His normally full head of brown hair seemed rather thin as his eyes, those strange pale brown eyes darted at us. I was truly creeped out. 

“Callen?” Stella asked as she peered from behind me. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, most of him still hidden by the door. 

“Nothing,” Kiara said.

“Just talking about going to bed,” Stella said. 

“You should do that. Stay in here. Don’t leave the house,” he said as his head slowly moved back behind the door. The door slowly closed, but we didn’t hear his footsteps leave.

We all traded looks with each other, but no one said a word. We’re trapped. I looked out the window and you could climb out onto the roof from it. I pointed to the window and Kiara knew exactly what I meant. She slowly crept to the window and tried to quietly open it. A loud creak came from it as Kiara slid the window open and the hand of the door turned as the door opened up. Callen peered from behind it. “What are you doing?” 

“Nothing. Just getting some fresh air,” Kiara said. He eyed us suspiciously. Then he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He just stood there, looking at us. 

I looked over at Kiara and I could see the apprehension in her eyes. I gave her a nod and then pulled out the lighter and the hair spray. Callen’s eyes widened as I lit the lighter and sprayed the hair spray. A giant flame erupted in front of Callen. A blood-curdling screech escaped his lips as both Stella and Kiara bolted out of the window. 

What happened next made my stomach turn. Callen started to melt. His face became a big glob of puss as his entire body deformed into one great big blob. Like a slug, it tried to slither away. From the flame. I took that moment to climb out of the window behind Stella. We made our way down the roof and climbed down the Lattice on the side of the house. They followed me to the pole barn just as their parents walked out of the house. 

“What are you doing?” their dad asked. 

“Get the fuck away from us,” I said, holding out the hair spray and lighter.

“Don’t go in there,” he screeched at us. 

We rushed up to the pole barn as their father rushed at us. My alarm went off again and he shrieked, stopped, and held his ears. I hit him with a hot flame of the lighter combined with the hair spray and he melted into another blob. Its eyes were on top of its heads held up by tentacles. It appeared to have a mouth. It shrieked at the flame as it tried to slide away. 

We bolted to the pole barn and what we found inside made Kiara puke. I could barely hold it in myself. The entire barn seemed to be infected by the same black slime. There was some giant black round egg looking thing in the middle that had long black slime support beams reaching out to the walls of the pole barn. It had to be the size of a fishing ship. Over by the far wall, I saw them. Not only were Kiara and Stella’s parents trapped in some kind of pods made of the black slime, but so was Callen. Kiara and Stella rushed over to them. I found a canister of gasoline lying around and I started to dose everything in it as Kiara took a long filet knife and cut open her father’s pod. He fell out of it covered in slime. She did the same to her mother and Callen’s pods. 

The other imposter that looked like their mother came rushing in. I had just barely enough time to hit her with a big jet of flame before the gasoline caught fire. Loud shrieks were coming from the giant egg-like thing and the imposter mother. I rushed over to help Stella and Kiara get their parents and Callen out. Kiara opened the large door to the pole barn and we dragged their bodies out from the pole barn that was now in flames. I looked to find her imposter father trying to slide away down the yard. I ran up to it and hit it with another flame. I torched it until it shrieked no more. 

I then ran inside to find the other one, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I searched the entire house for it. I can’t imagine how it got away. 

Kiara’s parents and Callen eventually woke up. We had to explain what all happened, but even then it was hard to believe. I still can’t imagine what would’ve happened if those things were able to take us. I also have a dread sense of paranoia from the one that managed to get away. It could look like anything. It’s safe to say I have been looking over my shoulder ever since.

The End.

Remember, you’re never safe in the dark…

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