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Creepypasta: Out of Space, Out of TimeCreepypasta: Out of Space, Out of Time
I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)
It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)
It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)
I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)
All work and no play makes me a dull boy
- Mudvayne, “Dull Boy”
The fledgling man had no recollection of any sort of prior life before this endless grey void he was floating in, but he had the instinctive feeling this was nevertheless not right. No, it wasn’t right at all. One minute he had been…sleeping? Was sleeping the word he was looking for? At any rate he had not been conscious, but he had certainly been dreaming. Those dreams were different from this, though. He had known his dreams to be fiction, whereas this place was unmistakeably factual.
A voice addressed him from the abyss, and the young man briefly wondered if it was not an unseen observer b
ShirokuroBorn the June 13th in Japan. she was rarely happy. Her smile and her laughter were often absent. She was not very friendly or nice. Even nobody and even her parents did not know much about her. She never spoke about her problems or feelings with them. Her name was : Shirokuro. Shiro as white and Kuro as black. Her parents gave her that name because they noticed she had preferences for monochrome objects.
At the age of 11, her mother bought a small black and white box that containing dust silver, she had told her to not to touch it because she might get sick. The same day her parents, her brother and sister as been absent for a few hours from thier home leaving Shirokuro and and her 3 years old little brother, only the older sister was supposed to kept them but she fled from the house for other projects. Shirokuro hates her little brother, even more if she's has to take care of and hear him crying and brayed for a yes or a no. She hate company and sounds. She grabbed t
Hallucinatory DreamsHallucinatory Dreams
Who would have thought that simply light dinner and wine would have such an effect?
I took a dinner of roast chicken with white wine and sat back in my recliner to relax with a poppy cigarette as was my habit. I left all thoughts of my work and my education behind me. Slowly I breathed deeply and closed my eyes as though to sleep. When I dreamed I could not know; but I knew that I was dreaming.
The first thing I saw was a rustic building such as I had heard about in Arkham, Massachusetts. I slowly saw the edifices of some buildings. Then I saw one I vaguely recognized and began to drift inward.
Within seconds, I was in some room and I heard the sounds of scurrying in the walls*. I endeavored to shift my focus and escape. Moments later, I was outdoors again and I headed along the path I took at the start. I believed that it was the only way out to the real, waking world and remained calm. A moment later, I was in my flat and I woke u
Sympathizing with Appliances. You open the fridge knowing there is nothing even close to edible inside. Still your muscles reach forward and your fingers grip the greasy handle. You lift the eggshell lid, revealing that all-too-familiar fluorescent hum.
And it strikes you. Like hunger, like envy churning in your gullet. And I realize it, such a strange sentiment. Such a strange concept that the fridge and I had something in common.
Request: The Trouble With Fright NightPeter Vincent continued to pack his clothes and other attire in a suitcase on his bed, despite the time on the clock reading minutes to 1 in the morning. Of course, as a former actor, he was used to staying up late nights, even at his age of 57; in fact, most of the fans of “Fright Night” did exactly that most evenings when it aired.
“Peter Vincent, vampire killer,” he muttered to himself. He tried to catch himself in time before he could finish the phrase, but he failed for about the seventh or eighth time. He caught himself staring at a small and worn promotional photograph for the show, with the slogan that read “There are very good reasons to be afraid of the dark”. The main text: FRIGHT NIGHT, seemed to jump out from the image, followed by the name of the host and time in smaller caption. The photo didn’t seem like something worth taking seriously though, which probably explained the programs poor rating, which ultimately lead to his inevi
Chosen.I couldn't tell if my mind actually began working or not but I heard a voice call out, "Hey! Look over here, you!"
I tried to to look around and find the person but everything was dark. I kept looking when I heard the person call out again, "Not trying hard enough, boy." That's when it flashed into view right in front of me, flashing like a flickering light bulb.
A spotlight shines directly down on a table with this being on the otherside.
I'm at a loss what to call this thing. It has an unnatural human body. No gender defining details at all. Whenever it spoke I became audibly disoriented, each word it spoke it changed everything, tone, accent, pitch... made it hard to pick up on what was being said and the meaning behind what was said.
"Look closely." It said. It held one hand pointing upward, fingers spread out, perfectly flat and vertical so I could see it's palm.
"Chosen?" It asked. It flexed it's fingers, hand, wrist as I looked on mesmerized.
It raised it's hand up as high as it
Why Rupert KillsI kill because the world could shine a bit brighter
I kill because I'm broken and this is how I vent
I kill because what else do I really have to live for? It's not like I have a family or a job.
I kill because I want come across me mum and dad.
I kill to explore different types of people.
I kill because who the fuck cares what I do with myself?
I kill because I feel good when I do.
And more importantly...
I kill because it is FUN.
UntitledYou wake up and glance at your clock *11:43pm* Shit, you mumble. You put on your security outfit and head to your car. As your driving down the road you think about last night. How Freddy,, he was just staring right at you. By now you'd gotten used to Bonnie and Chica roaming around and Foxy running at your door. But Freddy was the one who sent chills down your spine. As you drive up to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria you shiver a little. You admit that this place scared the living hell out of you. As you enter through the door you check your watch *11:57pm* fuck they'll be active any minute now. You race to your room just as they start to move. After about an hour of nothing Bonnie finally shows up at your door. Right as you go to close the door you feel something wrapping tightly around your neck. In the darkness you make out Bonnie, He'd gotten a hold of you. Oh fuck no, you just repeat it ovr and over in your mind thinking of what to do. You manage to push the button and the door closes
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