Creepypasta – Possessed

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Things continue to get stranger and stranger in this city. My name is Officer Hallie Everett and I’ve been a police officer for the past 5 years. When I first started, never would I have ever believed the things I saw in the line of duty. If the case of the mother murdering her daughter wasn’t enough. Then there was the kidnapping and murder of that poor woman. The boyfriend was devastated. We’ve also had an uptick in human trafficking. The girl in the latest kidnapping case was a close call. If it wasn’t for her mother finding her cellphone, we wouldn’t have been able to save her before they took her and god only knows what they would’ve done with her. However, this case… This is the strangest one yet. 

I arrived on the scene to find a suicide. That much was clear. However, after further investigation, we found recorded videos. It appears that the man’s entire apartment was tapped with hidden security cameras. That is not unusual, but rather suspicious. We’ve also discovered he carried a hidden body cam. I and my fellow officers proceeded to watch the recordings and what follows is altogether the most unsettling thing I’ve ever seen. As the recordings start, the victim, a 28 male, with brown hair and blue eyes shows up in front of the camera. 

“I don’t know how to explain the events of what happened before today. I’ll try to go over the details of my discovery. My name is Reece Adkins, I’m only 28 and up until recently, I lived a rather normal and boring life. I do live by myself in an apartment that’s not too cheap, but not too expensive. I work a job as an adjunct teacher at a local community college. 

Here’s where things start to get strange. It all started a few months ago. I began to notice chunks of time missing from my memories. There were moments where I’d just blank out and when I came back to consciousness, I was somewhere where I had no idea how I got there. I even had a friend tell me they saw me near downtown, they tried to stop me to say hello, but I wouldn’t acknowledge them. I have no memory of the occasion. 

There were times where I was standing in the middle of nowhere or in a bad part of town. I had no memory of what happened when I blacked out. At first, the blackouts happen very rarely. But as time carried on, they began happening more and more frequently. I went to see a doctor to see if there was something wrong with me. He had me get a few brain scans and found nothing out of the ordinary. 

I started keeping a journal, however, the blackouts were happening more and more frequently. I finally decided to invest in a security system, placing hidden cameras all over my apartment, in my car, and even going to the extent of wearing a small hidden body camera. One way or another, I was going to figure out what was happening to me. 

Oddly, weeks went by before another blackout. I woke up in the middle of a sandy area that I didn’t recognize. Fortunately, I was still wearing my camera. I had to walk for miles before getting back to any highway. After walking down the highway for what felt like hours, someone was kind enough to give me a ride back to my place. I quickly took the camera, and all the footage from all my hidden cameras and went through it all. 

What I found made me sick to my stomach. It seemed the moment I blacked out I was in my apartment. I stood there for over 20 minutes before moving. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I looked over to the closet hidden camera and smiled. My eyes… They were entirely pitch black, devoid of any presence of who I am. 

An unsettling feeling crept over me as the person that controlled my body waved at the camera. I truly had no idea what the fuck was going on. I began to walk out of the apartment. I quickly switched to the body cam footage. There I see myself walking for miles. I was downtown long after the sun went down. I continued to walk in the dark until I reached a building that looked rather shady. I entered the building. It was in terrible condition. The walls had holes and there wasn’t even carpet. I proceeded down a set of stairs to a dingy looking basement. There were more people down there. From what I could tell, they too had pitch-black eyes but it was hard to make out who they were, it was too dark. 

They had a woman tied up and what looked like another person unconscious. They took the woman and circled around her. One of them drew a pentagon and a star within it around the woman as she cried and pleaded with them. Then I came up and grabbed a dagger as the rest of them chanted something I couldn’t quite understand. 

What happened next made me vomit all over the floor of my apartment floor. I stabbed the woman. I stabbed her several times. I killed an innocent person. That wasn’t me. Was it? I forced myself to continue watching. What happened next is hard to explain. I’m not quite sure if I fully believe it myself. 

A dark black portal appeared and sucked a luminescent glowing orb-like thing from the woman. She fell to the ground and her body withered up and practically looked like a mummy. Next, a dark black orb-like thing came out of the portal and went into the unconscious man. When he opened his eyes, they too were pitch black. He stood up and joined the rest of them. What they said next made me shiver. Words came out of their mouths and I understood them. “All hail Beelzebub.”

I soon left that building and continued on. I walked for a few more miles before I came across a woman standing on the street corner. My heart began to race as I watched myself walk up to her. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I watched with trepid anxiety as I went up to the woman and grabbed her. I dragged her kicking and screaming down a dark alley. What I did to her I don’t want to repeat. I vomited again all over again. I continued to watch myself do even more horrendous things. The things I did were unspeakable. Eventually, I found myself walking out to the middle of nowhere before I collapsed. That’s where I woke up as the sun started to rise. 

I’m recording all of this down and hopefully, someone will find it and can do something about it. I still don’t understand any of it. Something or someone is taking control of my body. That part is clear. I looked up this Beelzebub and discovered he is some kind of demon. To whoever finds this, I hope you do not have to bear the horrors of knowing through your body terrible things occurred. I hope you can do something about this. What I don’t know. 

I cannot continue living knowing what had been done with my body even though I know it was not me. Therefore, these are my final words. If you are to see this, know that we are not alone. Demons are among us and they do exist. Watch the videos for yourself and you’ll see the proof I recorded. I hope you do not incur the same fate as I. Be vigilant.”

It ended there. We continued to watch the other videos and confirmed his story. None of us knew what to make of it. We investigated the house and found the dead body of the woman and it looked mummified. We also found the body of the prostitute and it was hardly recognizable. I can’t say whether or not I believe it all but I can’t deny the proof of the videos. We are to make a full investigation of what happened in the building. It is hard to identify those involved in the video. It was too dark to get any recognizable facial features. Besides, in the video, they didn’t look all that human. What’s worse is that I’m starting to see pitch black eyes everywhere I go in everyone I see. It’s hard to trust anyone after seeing those videos. This job is starting to wear on my sanity. I will do what I can, but it’s getting harder and harder to continue on. Especially after his last case. I’m thinking about putting in my resignation, but I don’t know if I can live a normal life after this. I have a hard time sleeping at night. If you’re reading this, take my advice and remain vigilant.

The End.

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Creepypasta – Kidnappers

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A quick note from Solaris Night:

This story is unlike my others because it is loosely based on a true story of a video interview I saw on Instagram. That being said, obviously, the characters within the story are fictional and created from my own imagination even though the events of the story are based on truth. I think it’s important to always remain vigilant. The world is a dark and dangerous place. 

Lilly Ross

What I’m about to tell you is one of my worst fears that nearly came true. My name is Lilly Ross and I am a mother of 3 amazing children. What happened is proof that you must always stay aware of your surroundings. It all happened while I was at a grocery store with two of my 3 children. My oldest was at home, being at an age where he could watch himself. My younger 2 children are both girls 3 and 7.

I normally like to park near the back because getting the stroller out can be quite a hassle and I just like to do it where there aren’t a whole lot of other people so I’m not in the way. Anyway, I was getting my children out of the car, putting my youngest in the stroller while my older daughter waited impatiently in the car. That’s when I noticed a couple parked not far from me. They stayed in their car for the longest time and I couldn’t help but think they were watching me and my kids. At first, I thought they were going to offer help because I was clearly struggling with the stroller and they were staring at me, but after a few minutes, they just stayed in their car watching. I thought nothing of it at the time, however, once I got my youngest in the stroller and got my oldest out of the car, we made our way into the store and I noticed the couple get out behind me. They followed us into the store. Again, I thought nothing of it. 

As we went about our way, picking up essential items, the couple continued to follow us, however, they didn’t appear to be shopping. They had nothing in their hands and they were clearly watching us. Whenever I looked over at them, they’d quickly glance away. 

While I turned the corner and came into the next aisle, that’s when I heard them talking. They were clearly speaking about my children. I could hear them saying the details and characteristics of my kids. Brown hair, green eyes, one’s about 4 years old and the other’s about 7, both girls. My heart raced as I listened to their conversation. I was truly mortified. I thought for a second, that I wasn’t hearing them right, but when they turned the corner into our aisle, I saw the man talking on the phone and his eyes darted straight towards my kids before quickly glancing away. 

It was at this point I realized the severity of the situation. I quickly pulled out my phone and called my husband. I told him exactly what was going on with clear panic in my voice. To make matters worse, he was at least an hour away for business. My heart was racing so fast, I felt like I was having a panic attack. I quickly took my kids and rushed for the checkout. The couple followed. I saw the man grab something off the shelf and made it for the checkout line behind me. Fortunately, a woman in front of me let me cut. Even though my kids were behaving well enough, she saw that I only had a few items and was very kind enough to let me go ahead of her. 

I quickly checked out and rushed into the parking lot. I saw the couple discard their items and take off behind me with a brisk pace. To my horror, there was a big white van parked next to my car. I quickly put my older daughter in the car first and got my youngest out of the stroller and got her buckled in next. I considered leaving the stroller and items as I saw the couple approach. They practically circled the car. As I clicked open the back trunk to quickly throw my stroller and the few items I had bought, I lost sight of the couple. I was in a panic as I locked the doors to the car so they wouldn’t be able to take my kids without taking the keys from me. I heard car doors open and shut from the van. My heart was pounding inside my chest. My hands were shaking as I struggled to get the groceries in and quickly break down the stroller. I kept fumbling with the locks on the stroller as I kept looking up to see if the couple were still lurking. 

An old man and a younger woman pulled up across on the other side of the rear of my car. I saw the old man’s eyes go wide and to my relief, he quickly shouted if I needed any help. I said yes immediately. As I turned around for the stroller I nearly had a heart attack. There were two men standing behind me. They backed away immediately as the old man and whom I guess was his caretaker or daughter quickly made their way over. The two men tried to act as if they were coming to help but quickly walked over to the white van, got in, and drove away. The couple also got into their car and drove off. 

If it weren’t for that old man’s kindness, I could’ve lost my children that day. Looking back, there were so many things I could’ve done differently, but when you’re in the moment and filled with fear, you don’t act rationally. Since that day, I’ve started to take many precautions. I park as close as I can, I now carry mace and I’m in the process of getting a carry permit. I also should’ve called the police immediately. I will never put myself or my children in a situation like that ever again. 

The End.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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. 

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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. 

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