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Creepypasta: Influencers

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What I’m about to tell you will be very difficult for me to talk about. It was by far one of the scariest moments of my life. My name is Amber and I’m a college student. This horrifying event took place about a year ago during my sophomore year. 

I had created an Instagram account and I’ve been posting to it avidly since high school. It recently blew up, gaining me loads of followers. I’m not going to lie, the pictures I was posting were rather scandalous. I’m not proud of them, but I’m a broke college student desperate for some extra cash. Anyway, my account started to gain a lot of attention. Mostly from guys who usually post disgusting comments about the things they’d like to do to me. I just brushed them off, but I also started making friends with other influencers. 

I heavily started to network with other “instamodels” so I could increase my following and hopefully gain some sponsors to start making some money. I definitely didn’t aspire to work a dreaded 9-5 job. I watched my parents work their lives away in jobs they hated and I didn’t want to follow down the same path. 

Anyway, I had over 400k followers at the time and received an interesting invitation. It was for an Influencer event. It looked legit. There were going to be speakers that would share secrets to grow your following, other influencers to network with, and potential sponsors there. It got me excited and it was too good to pass up. Not only that, but it was also here in LA, which is where I was currently living at the time. 

Now, here’s where things started to get odd. I mentioned the event to my influencer friends. None of them received an invitation. It surprised me because most of them had 10x the followers I had. Surely they’d get invited to something like this before I would. Even so, there was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity. 

So just to be safe, I invited a guy friend of mine whom I knew has wanted to date me for some time now. Gavin is his name and he’s one of those gymaholics who is built like a bus. He definitely didn’t want to miss an opportunity to go to an event where it’d be mostly instamodels even if he did have eyes for me. 

So he drove us out to where this event was supposed to be held which apparently was out in the middle of nowhere. That should’ve been cause to turn around, but I really needed those sponsors. We pulled up to what looked like a pole barn. It looked very sketchy. 

Both Gavin and I knew something had to be up. However, Gavin wanted to know what was inside. I just wanted to get out of there at this point, but I let him talk me into going inside. We hesitantly walked up to the building and walked in. It was dark inside and I pleaded with Gavin to leave. He wanted to see what the hell this was all about. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. I grabbed onto his arm and followed him inside. My heart was pounding inside my chest. 

We found a table and what was on the table nearly made me throw up. There were pictures. Pictures of me. There were some where I was walking to class. Some of me in my apartment. There were some of me changing!

“You were supposed to come alone,” A voice echoed out from the darkness. Both Gavin and I looked at each other before we both ran out of there. We rushed into the car as several masked men chased us out. Be barely got into the car and locked the doors as they tried to pull the door handles. Gavin floored it out of there. I still can’t believe we managed to escape. I took that as a lesson that if something sounds too good to be true, it definitely is. I’ve been looking over my shoulder ever since. 

Creepypasta: Neighbors

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I’m about to tell you something that happened to me that I will never be able to forget. It happened when I was only 15. My name is Alayna Caldwell and like all 15-year-old teenage girls, I was saving up for my first car so I didn’t have the luxury of turning down good-paying jobs and that’s where this all started. My neighbors were going out of town for the entire day and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. They had just moved here not that long ago.

When they offered to pay me to watch their house and let their dog out at first I thought twice about it. You see, my neighbors, Tyler and Lacey Alston are rather strange. They’re most likely in their early 50s and give me bad vibes. Mr. Alston was a scrawny man with a scruffy face and dark eyes that were layered in bags. Mrs. Alston tried her best to stay young with her dirty blonde hair that was obviously dyed. She had a terrible smoking habit and she too developed bags under her eyes.

They constantly go on about how pretty I look and the way they stare at me makes my skin crawl. However, when they offered to pay me $100 to stay the night with their dog, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

They said they’d be gone until the next morning, but they’re still might be an opportunity they would return earlier. They made it clear not to go down in the basement and to stay out of the room on the second floor. Mr. Alston added that it’d be best if I just kept to the living room and the kitchen. They keep their dog, Jackie, a rottweiler, in the laundry room on the first floor. It wouldn’t stop barking all the while they were talking to me. It seemed rather angry. What was really odd was as soon as they left it seemed to calm down. It was very friendly with me.

It wasn’t long before I had the house to myself, besides Jackie. I took him out for a walk before resting in the living to watch some TV. The news talked about a missing girl about my age with dark black hair named Paula Edwards. She was very pretty. Thoughts ran through my mind of all the horrible possibilities of what could’ve happened to her. The distinct possibility that I could’ve been her ran through my thoughts. She too was a cheerleader and lived in the city next to ours. I pushed the thought from my mind as I quickly changed it to one of the reality shows I enjoyed watching.

As the day turned dark and it became late in the evening, I snuck out to smoke some pot and let the dog out. As we returned, the dog went straight for the door to the basement and started clawing at it. I thought that was odd. I could’ve sworn I heard noises coming from the basement. It sounded like muffled screams. I tried to chalk it up to my stoned paranoia. However, as the night carried on, the noises didn’t cease. I tried the door but it was locked. My curiosity got the best of me and I started to search the rest of the house. Now this was really strange. All of the other rooms were empty except for the room they said to stay out of which was also locked. There was no sign that anyone had been living here, let alone two people.

I got to the point where I couldn’t help it anymore, I had to know what was down there. The locked door had the kind of lock that you could easily shove a nail or something thin in and click it unlocked. I used to pull this trick on my older sister all the time when she took too long in the bathroom. As soon as the door opened, the dog rushed down the stairs. I grabbed my phone and turned the light on as I slowly climbed down the dark stairs. The noise was now unmistakable. It was a person. Their groans were being muffled out. I could hear the dog whimpering.

I could hardly make out anything in the dark as I crept forward with my little flashlight. However, as I crept down the basement, the things I saw in the light of my phone’s flashlight, started to terrify me. There were shackles, cages, and things I can’t begin to explain. My heart was thumping faster than ever as I continued to look through the basement. I heard the muffled sounds of a person along with the whimpering of the dog.

I cast my light over to where the sound came from and nearly shrieked. Chained to a pipe and gagged was a girl with black hair. She was dirty and it looked as if she’d been crying. Her eyes had dark spots around them. I quickly called the cops as I rushed over to her and took the gag out of her mouth. The dog was licking her face, and stayed by her side.

She immediately pleaded with her to help her. They kidnapped her and had been keeping her down here in their basement. The police arrived not long after. They identified her as the missing girl from the town over.

If things couldn’t get any worse, what they found in the room on the second floor was beyond creepy. They had pictures of me, rope, bindings, Chloroform, and other horrifying items. Apparently, they planned to come back later that night and kidnap me too. The rest of the house was empty and apparently, they only used the house to keep their victim.

The worst thing was that they still haven’t been caught. They’re out there somewhere, probably still kidnapping girls. I now live in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder. Afraid I could find them in my home waiting for me. On a side note, the dog happened to be the victim, Paula Edward’s dog. It certainly explains the odd behavior. Paula and I had become very close friends since then.

Creepypasta: The Carny

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This is a story I tried hard to forget. It happened when I was just 13. My name is Allison and this story took place during our town’s annual festival. It’s a big deal in our small town. Everyone gets together to celebrate our town’s founding. They throw a big parade and a carnival arrives with rides, games, and food trucks. My parents are highly involved with the event and usually spend most of the time during the week organizing the events and all the games so they’re always pretty busy. 

They usually let me go hang out downtown at the carnival with my friend Kelly who was also 13 at the time. My parents had given me money for rides, games, and food and let us do whatever we want as long as we’re home by 10 pm. Being summer, we didn’t have to worry about school. 

Kelly and I had spent most of the time playing games. We came up to the one with the squirt guns where you have to spray the water in the center to blow up the balloon. There was a tall guy with a large gut. His light brown hair was thinning and he had patchy facial hair with scars around his mouth. He gave me very bad vibes. Especially with the way he looked at Kelly and I. Guys his age should look at girls our age like that. It creeped me and Kelly out. 

Neither of us won the game so we moved on and got in line at the Gravitron. I could still feel his eyes on us as we entered the big circular spaceship. As soon as the ride started, I forgot all about him as Kelly and I had a lot of fun being stuck to the sliding panels. After we got off, we went on a few more rides and played a few more games as it started to get dark out before sharing an elephant ear and lemonade. 

We sat at a picnic table to eat when I saw him. He was staring at us with a very wrong look on his face. His scarred mouth was in a sadistic smile as he watched us. My heart stopped in my chest and I felt sick. I suddenly lost my appetite.

Kelly and I both agreed to call it a night and head back to my house. We got on our bikes and started to ride down the street. My house wasn’t far, it was only a few blocks out of downtown. I made the stupid mistake of looking back and nearly screamed.

Only a block away was that large man. He was walking quickly towards us. Kelly and I peddled hard to my house and didn’t even bother to put our bikes away before we rushed inside and locked all the doors and windows. 

I called my parents but they didn’t answer. Both Kelly and I were freaking out. We looked out one of the windows to see that man in my yard. He was staring up at us in the darkness. Kelly started crying. We both started to panic as the man started to walk up the stairs of my front porch. We rushed away from the window as he tried to open the door. I quickly called 911. I know I probably sounded crazy as I hysterically tried to tell the operator what was going on. I was sobbing and crying as the man started banging on the door. 

They told us to lock ourselves in a bathroom and that they were sending someone. They’re on their way. Kelly and I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom, locking it as we heard a window break. Both of us were in tears as we heard the door open. The operator was still on the line. She told us to remain calm, but my heart was pounding so loudly, I’m sure he could hear it. 

We both could hear the floorboards creaking as he made his way through the house. Then he spoke and my stomach turned. “Here girlies, come out, come out wherever you are. I will find you. I won’t hurt you. I just want to have some fun.” 

Both of us had our hands clenched over our mouths as we heard him start to climb the stairs. I heard him open the door to my bedroom and walk inside. I could hear him go through the closet and open up my dresser drawers. The thought of his dirty hands rummaging through my clothes made me sick. 

He walked out of my bedroom and we could hear his footsteps just outside the bathroom door. Kelly and I looked at each other with tears streaming down our faces. 

“I know you’re in there. Come out and I won’t hurt you. I promise,” he said. He had that deep voice that sounded like a toad. He slammed into the door, making us both jump. “I’m getting mad. Open the damn door!” 

We were both started crying hysterically as he tried slamming into the door again. We both knew if he could get that door open we were both as good as dead. Suddenly we heard the sounds of the police sirens outside. They had arrived! He frantically tried to break the door open one last time, but then the police entered our house and shouted their presence. 

We heard the man try to run and as the police rushed up the stairs. They managed to catch him and haul him out after a loud struggle. We finally got the courage to open the door as a policewoman found us. She comforted us, but we still couldn’t stop crying. 

When my parents finally came home, they were beside themselves. My mother nearly had a heart attack. It was safe to say that this was the last summer they would be involved in the festival. 

I had found that that man had gone through my underwear draw. It made my skin crawl to know he went through my things. 

We later found out his name was Dariel Bradley and he had spent over 10 years in prison for a rape charge. He didn’t even work at the Carnival. They found the person who was supposed to be working the squirt gun game dead. He killed him. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if the police hadn’t got here to save us. Even after lots of therapy, I still haven’t gotten over that night. I spent years looking over my shoulder. I still have a hard time being alone at night.