Creepypasta

[KevanG]

Goddamit Piper, can you not have Golden Freddy as an avatar? That game already gave me nightmares once.

 

[Piper Maru]

Goddamit Piper, can you not have Golden Freddy as an avatar? That game already gave me nightmares once.

*Maniacal laughter*

Late Night Texts

Spoiler

I have been seeing this girl for around 9 months now. She is a wonderful person, always been the light of my day. She has her quirks, but everyone does; that is just what makes us who we are. One of quirks is her sleep texting. I will wake up in the morning to usually 3 or 4 text messages from her. Most of the time it is just a gargled message of auto-corrects and letters jumbled into nonsensible words. Most of the time.
That was until last night. It was around 3 AM I believe, when I was woken by my phone vibrating. I rolled over and picked my phone up to see that I had received a text from my girlfriend. A part of me thought about not even looking at it and just going back to sleep. The paranoid, anxiety driven part of me however, wanted to know if something was wrong. So I opened the text message.
“Tom”
That was all it said. I found this particularly odd for several reasons. One being that the message made decent sense; I mean it was my name. However, my girlfriend never calls me Tom it is always Thomas. My curiosity got the better of me and I responded. Almost immediately after I sent the text, I received one
“Help”
The hair stood up on the back of my spine. I felt a cold shiver and my stomach tossed. I immediately stood up, got changed and got into my car. It was only a short drive to her house, but if felt like hours. I decided I would phone her on the way to her house.
Ring
Ring
Ring
The line connected. On the other side I couldn’t hear anything except for heavy breathing. I said hello several times, as panic and fear overtook me. As I said hello for the fourth time I heard something. I heard the sound of feet shuffling and then a deep, loud, hysterical laugh. I screamed into the phone demanding to know who had my girlfriend’s phone. But it was too late, they hung up. I arrived at my girlfriend’s house at this time.
I threw my car into park and ran up her walkway. I unlocked the door quicker then I ever have before. I ran into her room expecting a horrible scene. What I saw next blew me away. My girlfriend was lying in her bed, sleeping. I slowly walked towards her and woke her up. As she awoke she was surprised to see me, which I found incredibly odd. I asked her if she was alright and she responded with “yes” in a quiet annoyed tone. I checked her phone but there was no record of the text messages, or the phone calls. I checked underneath her bed, and the rest of the house. But I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Was I just imagining things? Did I imagine all the text messages and the phone call? Nonetheless, I stayed with my girlfriend for about an hour, who fell back into deep sleep almost immediately. When my panic and anxiety slowly died down, I stood up from her bed and showed my way out of the house. As I walked down the path I ran through what just occurred over and over again in my mind.
The drive home still took longer then usual. My mind still was racing over the possible scenarios that could have played out. As I pulled into the driveway I felt the vibration of my phone in my jean pocket. Fear once again crept up on me as I slid open the message from my girlfriend.
“You forgot to check the closet”

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2l624n/late_night_texts/

 

[Darkness Falls]

Piper's avatar is Nightmare fuel

 

[Feenix]

*Maniacal laughter*

Late Night Texts

Spoiler

I have been seeing this girl for around 9 months now. She is a wonderful person, always been the light of my day. She has her quirks, but everyone does; that is just what makes us who we are. One of quirks is her sleep texting. I will wake up in the morning to usually 3 or 4 text messages from her. Most of the time it is just a gargled message of auto-corrects and letters jumbled into nonsensible words. Most of the time.
That was until last night. It was around 3 AM I believe, when I was woken by my phone vibrating. I rolled over and picked my phone up to see that I had received a text from my girlfriend. A part of me thought about not even looking at it and just going back to sleep. The paranoid, anxiety driven part of me however, wanted to know if something was wrong. So I opened the text message.
“Tom”
That was all it said. I found this particularly odd for several reasons. One being that the message made decent sense; I mean it was my name. However, my girlfriend never calls me Tom it is always Thomas. My curiosity got the better of me and I responded. Almost immediately after I sent the text, I received one
“Help”
The hair stood up on the back of my spine. I felt a cold shiver and my stomach tossed. I immediately stood up, got changed and got into my car. It was only a short drive to her house, but if felt like hours. I decided I would phone her on the way to her house.
Ring
Ring
Ring
The line connected. On the other side I couldn’t hear anything except for heavy breathing. I said hello several times, as panic and fear overtook me. As I said hello for the fourth time I heard something. I heard the sound of feet shuffling and then a deep, loud, hysterical laugh. I screamed into the phone demanding to know who had my girlfriend’s phone. But it was too late, they hung up. I arrived at my girlfriend’s house at this time.
I threw my car into park and ran up her walkway. I unlocked the door quicker then I ever have before. I ran into her room expecting a horrible scene. What I saw next blew me away. My girlfriend was lying in her bed, sleeping. I slowly walked towards her and woke her up. As she awoke she was surprised to see me, which I found incredibly odd. I asked her if she was alright and she responded with “yes” in a quiet annoyed tone. I checked her phone but there was no record of the text messages, or the phone calls. I checked underneath her bed, and the rest of the house. But I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Was I just imagining things? Did I imagine all the text messages and the phone call? Nonetheless, I stayed with my girlfriend for about an hour, who fell back into deep sleep almost immediately. When my panic and anxiety slowly died down, I stood up from her bed and showed my way out of the house. As I walked down the path I ran through what just occurred over and over again in my mind.
The drive home still took longer then usual. My mind still was racing over the possible scenarios that could have played out. As I pulled into the driveway I felt the vibration of my phone in my jean pocket. Fear once again crept up on me as I slid open the message from my girlfriend.
“You forgot to check the closet”

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2l624n/late_night_texts/

Ooh creepy!

I always read these stories before I go to bed. I don't know why, but I don't want to stop.

 

[Piper Maru]

They're addicting!

The Closet of Clowns

Spoiler

Often, we moved to different places. It was just my parents, my big brother, and me. For me, the hardest part about all this moving, I always had to make new friends every time. I mean, yeah, I’m fifteen and I try to be in sports, but it’s still hard. I don’t quite remember everywhere we’ve lived. There was one town we lived in that I can remember as if it were yesterday. Let’s just say, I’ll never look at clowns the same again.

Now, before I start, I probably should tell you. I’m actually an orphan. After my parents’ death, my aunt and uncle adopted me, making my cousin more of like my brother. Those are the people I’m in the car with now.
The first night at that house, after I did my business, I went to my room and got in bed after turning on the radio to my favorite station. I shut off the light and closed my eyes… But I just couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. So I sat up and looked around There was nothing I could see. I just laid back down and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard something in the darkness of my room. What is that? Scratching? I got out of bed, in curiosity to find the source. It sounded as if it were coming from the closet. I looked at it and the door itself was still, that I could see. Though there was an eerie, red light illuminating from under the door.
I noticed that the scratching grew louder and the knob to the closet door began to jiggle as if someone were trying to open it, but couldn’t. Out of my stupid actions and curiosity, I went to the closet and grabbed the knob. Everything suddenly stopped. I went ahead and grabbed the flashlight I kept near the head of my bed. I flipped it on and turned the knob. Then the door burst open and blew me back at the wall.
I popped up from my bed, gasping for air and breathing heavily. I put my hand on my head, ‘Phew, it was just a dream,’ I thought. Then I heard the sound of crackling bones. I froze and looked over toward the closet, I saw a silhouette, just standing there and staring at me. It’s eyes were like matches, and they seemed as if they were trying to look into my soul. I was so scared I literally couldn’t move. Soon, I built up the courage to grab the flashlight and turn it on. The figure was gone.
I realized that there is a tapping outside my window. I decided to go check it out. I peeked through the blinds and saw the branch next to my window. ‘That’s what was making that tapping noise,’ I thought.
I exhaled and turned. Then I looked up and screamed at the top of my lungs. There was a silhouette in the doorway.
“Honey, are you okay?” A familiar voice said. The figure turned on the light, it was my mom. “I’m fine, Mom. It was just a nightmare.” She walked to me and put her hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up. Lie down and get some rest. You have school tomorrow.” She said and led me to my bed.
The next few nights were exactly the same. Creeks, scratches, the trembling of the closet doorknob, and seeing silhouettes. It got to the point that I told my parents about it. They told me to not worry, that it’s probably just my mind playing games with me. I thought then that yeah, it probably was. We were completely wrong.
A couple nights later, the noises began again. I decided to just try to get back to sleep. But there was something different tonight… whispering. That never happened before. I sat up and the whispering stopped. But instead of just lying back down, I decided to get up and check it out. I stood there motionless as I felt warm breath on the back of my neck.
I was paralyzed in fear. When I got the courage to turn, I saw a dark figure and I flew back. The moonlight shining through the window had shown me a face that resembled that of a clown. Except the face had blood smeared all over it. It jumped at me and I guarded my eyes. I didn’t want to see that horrible, gruesome face before I died. But nothing happened. I saw it jump at me. I uncovered my face and looked around.
Once I was able to get up and run, I ran out my door and into the hallway. I looked around, nothing was there. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. What I saw next, was the most terrible thing I have ever witnessed. Not only did I see the clown again, but the clown was pointing up at the ceiling above me. It had a smile that I could never forget, even if I tried.
Then, I felt a few drops of liquid fall upon my head and arm. I looked up and screamed. I almost wanted to cry. Because what I saw up on the ceiling, were my parents… There were knives stabbed into my dad. There was one through his heart, his head, the shoulder opposite the heart, and the thighs. My mom had a knife through her heart, her mouth was sewn shut, and she was being hung, not to mention the fact that the bottom half of her was missing. I covered my mouth, horrified by the sight. I looked down; the clown was in front of me and stabbed me in the stomach. I fell back and was knocked unconscious.
I woke up to the sound of police sirens and crying. Then my aunt ran over and hugged me tight. I fringed in pain as she accidentally touched the wound. I asked what happened, thinking and hoping that everything I remembered was just a dream and the wound was from something else. My aunt then explained through her tears that she and my uncle would probably have to adopt me, seeing how they are my god-parents.
That night will haunt me until I die. I don’t think any human could’ve done what happened to my parents. That gruesome night and sight is what holds me back from ever going to a circus or a carnival. My aunt and uncle think that I should go to a psychiatrist. I don’t think I’m crazy. I think what I saw actually happened… because I can still feel the breath on the back of neck and the eyes staring at me.

 

[TheDreamMaster]

I had a creepypasta moment the other night. The Story Archive that Piper posted a page or so back just went down. And I couldn't find any trace of it once it went down. So did it ever exist?!

 

[Piper Maru]

I had a creepypasta moment the other night. The Story Archive that Piper posted a page or so back just went down. And I couldn't find any trace of it once it went down. So did it ever exist?!

[YT]HQoRXhS7vlU[/YT]

 

[Victarion]

Anyone actually have a creepypasta-esque event happen to them? The other night I was driving home from work, listening to the local rock station. The current show was about to end, and Alice Cooper's would begin at the top of the hour. About five minutes til Alice's show, the song cut off. So I figured it was an intro to Alice's show. After a few seconds, a very brief bit of time, I heard someone speaking with what sounded like pressured speech, "no good news," except slightly drawn out, as if the speaker were slightly MR. Then the old show kicked back in and played through to Alice's show.

It didn't last very long at all, it was just a very WTF moment.

 

[Piper Maru]

In response to Victarion;

I've been experiencing sleep paralysis for years now, and it's frightening for me every time. I've talked about my experiences with is before on this forum. One more thing though, last few weeks I've been catching glimpses of moving shadows in my peripheral vision. It's most likely nothing, but sometimes it can be a bit unsettling.

 

[Mustang69]

When my daughter was about 8 months old she was sleeping in her crib in her room and her mom (my ex now) was sleeping in our room. I had the baby monitor with me so if my daughter woke up I could check on her. I was watching TV or something and I heard my daughter start to fuss so I was about to get up when I heard through the monitor, "i've got her", and almost immediately my daughter calmed down and stopped fussing. I assumed her mom had heard her and went in. Later that day I asked her mom about it and she said she actually hadn't gone in to check on her at all.

 

[TheDreamMaster]

Anyone actually have a creepypasta-esque event happen to them? The other night I was driving home from work, listening to the local rock station. The current show was about to end, and Alice Cooper's would begin at the top of the hour. About five minutes til Alice's show, the song cut off. So I figured it was an intro to Alice's show. After a few seconds, a very brief bit of time, I heard someone speaking with what sounded like pressured speech, "no good news," except slightly drawn out, as if the speaker were slightly MR. Then the old show kicked back in and played through to Alice's show.

It didn't last very long at all, it was just a very WTF moment.

Where do you live that Alice Cooper has a show? He's my favorite rocker of all time. Also, creepy. t:

In response to Victarion;

I've been experiencing sleep paralysis for years now, and it's frightening for me every time. I've talked about my experiences with is before on this forum. One more thing though, last few weeks I've been catching glimpses of moving shadows in my peripheral vision. It's most likely nothing, but sometimes it can be a bit unsettling.

I've only ever experienced that about twice. It has scared me near to death both times though.

When my daughter was about 8 months old she was sleeping in her crib in her room and her mom (my ex now) was sleeping in our room. I had the baby monitor with me so if my daughter woke up I could check on her. I was watching TV or something and I heard my daughter start to fuss so I was about to get up when I heard through the monitor, "i've got her", and almost immediately my daughter calmed down and stopped fussing. I assumed her mom had heard her and went in. Later that day I asked her mom about it and she said she actually hadn't gone in to check on her at all.

That's crazy scary. It'd freak me out for sure.

About the only major creepy thing I remember was when we decided to try out ghost hunting at this pretty scary graveyard out in the backwoods. On the way up to where it is, we saw a group of roaming dogs, a lot of German shepherd types, rami nearby. When we got in the graveyard, nothing really happened (I'm skeptical anyway), but near leaving, we suddenly noticed the ten or so dogs were surrounding the graveyard, an just staring. Tey would never move into the grave stones themselves, and they didn't attack. Just sat and stared.

 

[Victarion]

Way down south, DreamMaster.

 

[Piper Maru]

No Wolves in the Stillwood

Spoiler

The gray wolves of Virginia were made extinct over a hundred years ago. According to the regular surveys by the National Forestry service, no sign of any such animal has been found since 1900. The occasional reports of large predators, just after dusk or late at night, usually by the occasional hiker or party of campers in the Stillwood (residents of Lower Alethia, nearest the woods like myself, know better than to try), receive the same tired reply from Animal Control.

"There are no wolves in the Stillwood.”

When a pet gets lost in the dark of the Stillwood and never returns… or worse is found, mauled, the blame falls on the usual suspects: foxes, wild dogs or teenagers with too much time and too little compassion. A few years back, when the Bradleys, a little family brand new to the Falls, had their boy David go missing from their own backyard, never finding more than scraps of his jacket and a little blood at the edge of the forest, the official response was adamant: this was a kidnapping, not an animal attack. Old-timers like me just shook our heads and muttered to ourselves:

“There are no wolves in the Stillwood.”

So, if you want to sleep at night this close to the forest, keep your doors locked tight and your shutters closed fast, if just to buy some peace of mind, to stop you from catching a glimpse of the Stillwood late at night. And should you somehow find yourself walking near, or God forbid through, the woods some evening, head home as quick as you can. Try to ignore the sounds of the night wind, howling as it does… it will only make your imagination run wild, after all. And should you see what cannot be polychrome eyes, shining through the mists from the underbrush or somehow in the branches above, should you be blessed enough to make it safely home, take what comfort you can in this thought.

There are no wolves in the Stillwood

 

[Piper Maru]

 

[TheDreamMaster]

I'm...not sure what to make of this...

 

[MangleBoP]

Anyone actually have a creepypasta-esque event happen to them?

This might seem creepier if you've played Silent Hill,(the first one) and are familiar with how Japanese Kanji can have more than one meaning. A few years ago, I was at a local movie theatre, and I was taking the elevator up to the back row seats, when instead of stopping at 2, the elevator continued up to 3, and then the display said 4. The doors didn't open, and after a few seconds, the elevator went back down, and I got off at 2. Here's the creepy part:THAT BUILDING ONLY HAS 3 FLOORS! I've only had that happen the one time, but it freaked me out pretty bad at the time.

 

[DarkSovereignty]

I'm...not sure what to make of this...

I think it's from march of the wooden soldiers.

 

[Piper Maru]

That's very scary MangleBop, how long ago did that happen?

 

[DarkSovereignty]

Yeah, that's pretty creepy bro. I'm surprised you lived.

 

[MangleBoP]

That's very scary MangleBop, how long ago did that happen?

Probably about 10 yeas ago.

 

[A Necessary Evil]

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[Piper Maru]

Colorado Fishing Trip

Spoiler

Our trip started in late February as my three friends, John, Steve, Max, and I drove my truck deep into the backwoods of Boxwood Gulch to follow the North Fork of the South Platte River. Steve owned a cabin up in the backcountry, so we left my truck there and began our 57 mile hike into the wooded terrain following the river.
We had all of our camping and fishing gear packed, and enough food to hopefully last us the 3 day journey both ways. The pre-spawn bass wouldn’t be an easy catch once we reached the hole, but if we were going to endure this brutal cold, we wouldn’t go home without a fight. As we first set out in the early morning, a few light snowflakes began to fall. The terrain was heavily wooded and uneven making for slow going, but the cool mountain air rustled through the trees and sunlight streamed through the canopy, making the snowflakes glint and shimmer as birds chirped overhead. It was going to be a near perfect trip.
We stopped for a quick rest a few hours in. The weather had been slowly worsening since we had left, but it was only then that we realized how bad it had really gotten. The snow was whipping around us in a blinding flurry as the wind howled. The crooked, mangled trees creaked and swayed violently, almost threatening to snap in two. The ground had already accumulated a good 6 inches of snow.
It was about midday, but the sky was black.
And I don’t mean dark due to the ever intensifying storm; I mean that in between the gaps in the clouds, there was no blue, just solid black.
None of us really made a note of it at the time as it was hard to notice through the thick cascade of snow and the limited visibility. After continuing our hike for some time however, it became all too apparent that something was wrong.
In addition to the sky, we also realized that there was nothing in the distance.
There should have been some mountains or something like there had been at the start, but no matter which way we turned, the world only seemed to extend fifty or so feet around us, then it disappeared into the blizzard.
It was nighttime now, or at least, it was dark out. My watch however, read 2:00 in the afternoon.
As we walked forward, new things slowly came into view, but everything behind us disappeared, and although we could progress further, we couldn’t seem to double back. Once we left something behind us, we couldn’t reach it again. Steve had forgotten his lighter a little while back when we stopped to eat, but when we tried to turn around and go back, we were greeted by a wall of snow and fog impossible to see through.
Our flashlight’s beams didn’t penetrate the fog; they stopped as they hit it as if it was a physical wall. Tendrils of vapor danced across the indistinct surface, and the grey void behind it seemed to extend into eternity.
Curious, Steve slowly reached out and moved his hand into the fog. First his fingertips disappeared, and then his whole hand vanished into the haze. We all stood in disbelief, looking at the wall which was impossibly tall and extended as far as we could see. There was no real gradient to it. Things didn’t fade into the distance, there was a clear line where the wall began, and nothing was visible beyond that point. We were making a note of all this when Steve muttered something.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I . . .” He stammered, “I can’t feel my hand.”
He said this slowly, as if realizing it as he said it. Puzzled, he retracted his hand slowly, and then screamed.
His glove was shredded, almost disintegrated, and his hand looked like it had been forced through a wood chipper. Deep gashes revealed white bone underneath, and what fingers were left were stripped clean. We all panicked.
“Oh God, Oh God! This is bad!” Max cried.
Steve simply stood clutching what was left of his hand and hyperventilating. We had to get him to a hospital or he would certainly bleed to death, but we were almost a day’s walk from Steve’s cabin which was already remote enough. We were all frantically checking our phones for a signal when the worst happened.
Steve fainted. His eyes closed, his legs buckled, and he fell forward . . . into the fog.
None of us noticed at first, but when we finally did, all we could see were his legs protruding from the mist. We immediately, without thinking, rushed to pull him out. We grabbed his legs and strained to drag him back into view. Before we even saw him however, we immediately regretted doing so. We somehow knew what we would find.
The thing we dragged out was not Steve. Not anymore.
All of his skin was cleaved off, his ribcage ripped open with his entrails spilling out, and his face instantly burned into my vision, becoming an afterimage that haunts me to this day. Not merely because it was horrendously mutilated, not merely because his eyes had been torn out leaving only empty sockets, but because it smiled at me. A big wide smile that started small, but the gashes in his face allowed it to literally stretch . . . from ear . . . to ear.
Max screamed and shoved Steve’s mangled body back into the fog. We ran as fast as we could, the only way we could, deeper into the woods. Just as before, the snow and fog parted before us, but swallowed up everything we left behind. As we ran and ran, the scenery around us began to slowly change, the trees surrounding us were now withered and dead; the grass was flattened and bleached white.
In fact, everything around us was lifeless and dull. Colors had all but disappeared leaving only shades of grey and an intensified feeling of loneliness and death.
“Guys,” I shouted while I ran, not daring to stop for even a minute, “We can’t turn around and go straight back, but maybe we can circle around back to Steve’s cabin. Then we can get the truck and get the hell out of here!”
John and Max nodded their heads and we turned 90 degrees right and continued running. Eventually, we ran through what appeared to be a herd of deer. All of which were laying on the ground. Grey and lifeless, hacked to pieces. Blood soaked the snow covered ground.
As we ran through the heard, dodging corpses, it was hard not to notice that their dead lifeless eyes seemed to follow us.
When we felt confident enough that we wouldn’t be doubling back on ourselves, we turned towards Steve’s Cabin – towards safety.
We ran for at least another hour, eventually however, none of us could run any longer. Our bodies simply wouldn’t allow it, and we were forced to stop. After some time, Max, John and I managed to get a fire going despite the snow and damp tinder. We had hoped that it would bring some sense of warmth and security, but we were wrong.
The flames were a bright orange hue, bleeding some color into the greyscale world. It clearly did not belong, nor did we.
The longer the flames crackled and popped, the more we began to hear something: distant and quite at first, but slowly growing closer, louder, and more numerous. A chorus of bloodcurdling wails and moans soon filled the stagnant air around us.
Focused on the fire and pretending to be safe, mesmerized by its beauty, we didn’t immediately notice a mangled deer carcass slowly dragging itself out of the fog and into view.
Nor did we notice the second . . . nor the third.
Finally, we snapped out of our trance just in time to scramble to our feet in terror as a myriad of different animal carcasses clambered out of the fog, drawn to the strange light of the fire. We were intruders in their world. I was paralyzed by fear, unable to breath. The corpses moved with a surreal and broken haphazard toss of limbs, as if poorly animated puppets.
I turned to my friends to find that they were no longer beside me. They had taken off running, leaving me behind. I turned around to run after them, but something grabbed me by my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn around to know what it was. I could tell by the hand gripping my shoulder. A hand that looked as though it had gone through a wood chipper.
I flailed and managed to free myself before it could get a good grip on me and took off running. I didn’t look back. No way did I want to see that face of what was once my friend.
I could no longer see John or Max, and I assumed that they must have been ahead of me, but I was the one with the keys to the truck and Steve had the keys to the cabin! They wouldn’t be any safer if I couldn’t meet up with them, so I ran and ran faster and for longer than any human could possibly do under normal circumstances.
Finally, after god knows how long, I could faintly make out a structure in the distance. It was the cabin. I felt a twinge of hope. The wails continued to ring out in the night air, but I seemed to have a lead on them at the time.
I reached the truck, unlocked it, and jumped inside. I scanned the area for Max or John, but could see neither. I couldn’t just leave them, but I couldn’t wait forever either! I sat sweating and shaking nervously as the wails grew closer and louder. I had just about made up my mind to leave when I could suddenly make out someone sprinting towards me. It looked like Max! I started up the truck and motioned for him to run faster.
But for some reason . . . I found myself subconsciously pressing the switch to my left, locking all of the doors.
My instinct told me that something was wrong. I looked down at my hands, they were shaking like crazy.
I looked back up and Max’s horribly mutilated face was pressed up against the driver’s window, staring at me, smiling. He was trying to open the door.
I slammed my foot on the gas and drove off, shaking like a madman and holding back the vomit.
As I drove home, the sky slowly brightened back up into a blue hue and I could eventually see the sun breaking through the clouds. It was 9:00 in the morning. I began to see other cars on the road and the people inside waved at me as I waved at them. Nice normal people. I went straight home and asked my girlfriend to marry me.
I’m sorry. That’s just not true.
I’m sitting in my house now, door locked and barricaded, windows boarded up, and I’m writing this story . . . and I felt happy for the first time in a long time writing that ending. I hardly even remember what a blue sky looks like, but I just wanted to picture it in my mind one last time. I just needed to imagine a happier world, because in reality, that’s not how it ended.
The truth is, as I drove, the sky did not brighten up, the sun did not reappear, and the fog still surrounded me as it now surrounds my house. I hear wailing all around and knocks at my door constantly, and when I look through the peephole, all I ever see is some THING smiling at me. The stench of death is everywhere. The phone doesn’t work, the TV and radio broadcast nothing but static. I hear the locks on my door being undone at night and I must constantly keep watch and re-lock them. I’m simply waiting for the night they get into my house when I forget the check the door, or when they break through a window, or when I wake up in the middle of the night to see them next to me. Their smiles . . . inches away from my face.

http://www.creepypasta.com/colorado-fishing-trip/

 

[Kane52630]

Anyone actually have a creepypasta-esque event happen to them?

 

[Victarion]

The good old days.

 

[Guts]

Anyone actually have a creepypasta-esque event happen to them?

During my walk home last night, I past by an abandoned train station. There's an underpass that I go through to get home. When I got near it, I seen that there were no trains passing by but when I went through the underpass I started hearing the sounds of trains moving. I though it was weird, because I didn't see any trains nearby before. So I looked up to see if there were any trains on the tracks and the the tracks were empty. Here are some pictures of the train station and the underpass.