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Creepypastas are the internet's version of scary stories told around a campfire. I narrate these for your enjoyment. So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new,...
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Creepypastas are the internet's version of scary stories told around a campfire.
I narrate these for your enjoyment.
So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new, terrifying journey with each story.
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I narrate these for your enjoyment.
So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new, terrifying journey with each story.
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31 OCT 2024 · 🔪 Creepypasta Title:
'Halloween was my favorite holiday growing up. Now, I absolutely hate it.'
Chapter 1:
I won’t sugar coat it - I hate Halloween. The cool weather, the creepy decorations, the sound of children giggling as they bounce down the sidewalk. I can’t stand it. I know that makes me sound like a grinch, but hear me out. I have a good reason.
As a child, Halloween was my favorite holiday. Yeah, Christmas was great and all, but there was just something different about spooky season that really hit home with me. Well, until I turned eleven, that is. That was the year that something truly heinous happened. Something that turned my favorite holiday into the most dreaded day of the year.
👉 This Creepypasta was written by u/HorrorJunkie123
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30 OCT 2024 · 🔪 Creepypasta Title:
'In deep Appalachia, Halloween night comes with rules'
Chapter 1:
I’ve lived my entire life in a holler on the outskirts of Wyoming County, West Virginia, deep in the mountains of Appalachia. It’s a place so remote most folks don’t even know it exists on a map. Just a handful of families, and dense, unforgiving woods. This place doesn’t have neighborhoods, doesn’t have sidewalks, and most definitely does not have trick-or-treaters on Halloween. Halloween isn’t a holiday here. It’s a test.
My family, and the others who’ve lived here long enough to know, follow a set of rules on Halloween night. It’s not tradition or superstition. It’s survival. Those who didn’t follow the rules didn’t live long enough to tell anyone about it.
👉 This Creepypasta was written by u/Weird-Suggestion-152
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24 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'It was the best Halloween party I've ever had. It traumatized me for life.'
Chapter 1:
It was such an incredible party. Genuinely, if I had to pick out the most happy and wonderful moments of my life, that Halloween party would have been one of them. That's why it hurts so much to remember it. It makes me want to break down crying whenever I think about the terrible, awful thing that happened right under our noses, and how none of us even noticed. It feels so obvious, looking back on it now. Hindsight is 20/20 I suppose.
I wouldn't say I'm a particularly unsocial person, I think I get along with people quite well once I've gotten to know them, but something about making that first step of initial contact just always seemed so difficult. I always felt incredibly awkward being introduced to strangers, and while I can mask that discomfort fairly well, it does mean that I tend to adopt a slightly stilted and formal attitude whenever I'm meeting new people.
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22 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'My Sister’s Paintings are Possessed. Now She’s Famous.'
Chapter 1:
Tracy doesn’t hate people on purpose. She’s not like that. It’s her paintings. They hate people. I remember her very first one. She was still a kid. She painted a scantily clad woman sitting cross-legged in a field of tall grass, a cluster of threatening clouds looming overhead.
It was quite remarkable; the woman’s auburn hair blowing wistfully in the breeze, as she gazes across the minty meadow stretching over the languid landscape. However, upon closer inspection, something about it was deeply disturbing. For starters, the clouds were moving. It took a while to notice. They’d sift along gingerly, like unholy apparitions, high above the woman in the wayward dress.
My sister was proud of it. So were my parents, who quickly pointed out my obvious lack of artistic merit. Hell, I could barely scribble a stick person, let alone a full-sized painting with blended colors, depth and ingenuity. No one knew how she did it.
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Transcribed
21 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'When the Halloween Decorations Start Bleeding'.
Chapter 1:
"Am I going to be charged with murder?"
The detective sighed, and did not answer. His eyes were tired, haunted.
"Just help us get to the bottom of this," he said.
"Okay," I answered. "I'll do my best."
I could hear the tremor in my voice. I hadn't stopped shaking since it happened. I'd had a strong drink to settle my nerves. It hadn't worked.
"Let's start at the beginning," said the detective. "You were having a Halloween party."
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20 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'I Think my Husband is Cheating on me, and it's Driving me Insane'.
Chapter 1:
I knew it when I found the hair.
While changing the bedsheets, I found a long, black hair. Curled up right next to my husband’s pillow. There’s no way it could be mine—I’m blonde.
“Any idea who this is from?” I demanded, shoving the hair in his face.
“What is that? A hair?”
“I found it in our bed.”
He looked from me to the hair, then back again. “Are you saying… you think I’m cheating on you?”
Socials:
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19 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'My Son Won't Take Off His Halloween Costume'.
Chapter 1:
"Being poor is tough, but it hits especially hard during the holidays. Halloween is the first reminder that you don't have the disposable income for your kid's happiness.
I took Austin down to a local thrift store we visited frequently. They had a rack of reject costumes from supermarkets, a few cheap latex masks, corny novelty party hats and one very well made green and yellow bellied dragon costume that looked like it could fit Austin and Austin only, sitting alone next to a golf bag full of hockey sticks.
It was painstaking detailed- it had scales that actually shimmered, interlocked in tiny emerald shields, each with their own special symbol. Hard like crystal, lighter than glass or even plastic. It was cute enough to make adults smile and remarkable enough to finally make my poor son the envy of all the rich kids at his school."
Socials:
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18 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'My Girlfriend Knows When People Are About To Die, Pictures Included'.
Chapter 1:
I don’t know what to do in my situation. If any of you have heard anything similar to what we’re going through, please tell me.
I’m a 17 year old high school student. I’d say I’m pretty average; I mostly spend my time with friends or playing baseball for the high school team, though if they were any better I’d probably be one of the first players to get cut.
Earlier this year I walked into school and saw a new girl reading a book in my homeroom. I live in a small town located an hour’s drive from Indianapolis, so a new girl, especially one as cute as this one, was sure to draw my attention.
I walked up to her and stuck out my hand. “You must be new,” I said. “I’m Matt, nice to meet you.”
Socials:
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18 OCT 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'I thought it would be a normal dinner party. Then, I realized who the main course was.'
Chapter 1:
The thing about Jake and Kate is that, like most couples my age, they tend to tell too long of stories. I know this is a minor inconvenience, but after a while, it starts to get irritating. I think they picked it up from Florence, my ex-fiancée.
She told the longest stories. When our friend group first got together, she convinced everyone that we should be the kind of adults who had dinner parties and told very long stories. I think she thought that made us look smarter. Everyone played along, but I refused to. I keep my stories brief.
But, on the night of our most recent dinner party, Jake and Kate didn’t tell any stories at all.
Socials:
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30 SEP 2024 · A narration of the short story - 'I know it's long past the first of April, but every year on April First, one or more members of our family die.'
Chapter 1:
April fools has passed this year, and after two years, I’m finally ready to talk about what has been going on the 1st of April.
It was the first of April two years ago, so of course, I didn’t believe my brother when he walked into my room with a sullen face and said, ”Our parents. Fuck. They, uh, they were in a car accident. Dad’s already dead, and they said mom doesn’t have a good chance either. Grab your things. We need to go to the hospital now.”
I let out a nervous laugh, thinking he was just trying to get me with an especially messed up April fool’s joke. He was always the one that joked around a lot.
When I realized the serious look on his face remained the same, my laughter was soon replaced with the realization that he was completely serious.
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Creepypastas are the internet's version of scary stories told around a campfire. I narrate these for your enjoyment. So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new,...
show more
Creepypastas are the internet's version of scary stories told around a campfire.
I narrate these for your enjoyment.
So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new, terrifying journey with each story.
show less
I narrate these for your enjoyment.
So sit back, relax, and let me take you on a new, terrifying journey with each story.
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