January 2011
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December 2010
3 posts
October 2010
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September 2010
3 posts
Zombie Dream. →
I had a dream that I was on a train to the hospital.
In the hospital, I was informed by this beret-capped black man that there is a disease that makes you turn into a zombie, if you sneeze more than once.
Immediately, after he said so, he sneezed four times. His eyes went to the back of his skull, his mouth started foaming, and had blood coming out of his nose.
For some reason he couldn’t...
August 2010
1 post
My great uncle died recently. I was never really close to him—he was my great uncle, after all, but my dad asked me to come with him and some other family to clean out the house, since Uncle Frank never had any kids of his own.
I guess a little background information would be good. Uncle Frank, along with most of us, lived in southeastern Virginia, on an old plantation house. It’s across the...
July 2010
10 posts
A Memory.
When thinking back to my earliest memories, nothing is concrete. A string of hazy images come to mind like random snapshots out of time, each one associated with certain feelings and emotions. They are imbued with a mystical dreamlike quality, a gift born of childhood naivety. The magic of every Christmas when Santa was still real, for example, is an experience of pure joy that is lost with...
String Theory.
Have you ever had an experience that suggested someone else was in your house, and just thought “I don’t wanna know” and left it? Sometimes, fear of the unknown just seems like the preferable option than facing a real, concrete danger. Normally it’s nothing, though. One time, the beeper function of my wireless housephone went off, when I was the only one home. It could only be called from the...
Self-Preservation.
If you’re reading this, then I am hopefully long gone. It’s been… two months now since the meteor struck Mississippi. There was a lot of public interest in it, astrologers and the like all gathering around for a look. They took samples of the rock and shipped them all over the world to museums in every country. Hell, I almost made a trip to have a look myself, but I had an interview with a...
Nails.
They say that the hour of three A.M. is the time when spirits can become active, and I’m sure of that. My apartment was always a little too quiet for one in the city, especially at night. No drunk shouting in the street at that time, no sound of car horns and alarms could penetrate the dark at that particular hour. It’s like my apartment was high on a platform, surrounded only by a dense fog...
June 2010
4 posts
May 2010
9 posts
you may now submit your creepypasta. →
April 2010
1 post
March 2010
5 posts
Ghost →
Ghosts aren’t people. I don’t know if people have souls, but if they do, I’ve never seen one. All I see are ghosts. People’s emotions leave after-images of that person’s thoughts and feelings that hang around until they’re scrubbed out and diluted beyond recognition by the next person to come along. Sometimes, the faint echoes gather in the quiet spaces, and if they’re similar enough they...
The Experiment.
In the summer of 2003, a pharmaceutical company created a new product in their line of sleep aid; it was an altered form of Melatonin, a natural hormone found in animals and plants that helps regulate circadian rhythms and promotes sleep. The scientists chemically altered this compound to produce faster, more efficient results, the first phase of testing of this product was done with fourteen...
February 2010
9 posts
It.
I wake up, and look over to the clock on my night table - 2:14 am. My peripherals catch a glimpse of my closet. It’s open, which seems odd, I vaguely remember it being closed last night before falling asleep… Whatever. I’m tired. I’m so tired. After what seems like hours of rearranging myself in my bed, I finally return to sleep.
My alarm clock wakes me this time. 6 am,...
January 2010
14 posts
