Creepy Pasta

I hear them every night: the screams. It is always very quiet before they begin. Silence settles upon every single house and shop and person as all await the psychological plague they know is fast approaching. During this silence, it is as if, for a moment, our whole world comes to an ice-cold standstill. Color and feeling and life leave us behind in a dark, horrifying void. And, just when we think it will never end, the sound of hell is released into the streets. In but a moment, the silence which echoes so loudly in the mind is replaced by shrill, pained cries that rip through the air, the mind, and the soul like a knife. I used to cry and cover my ears, when I was young and scared and blind. I would try my best to block out the sound, to convince myself that it wasn’t real, to do anything to make the agony stop. However, over the years, I have come to realize that there is no escaping the merciless grip of reality. I now force myself to listen to what I know is the truth. It could

And I am always with you. I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born. And I followed you home. I was with you always, your constant companion. You played with your toys alone while I stared from all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted, clotted hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented forehead like glue. I was always your constant companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on your ride to preschool. You alone in the bathroom, but I was on the other side of the door, wind whistling through the bruised hole in my throat. My arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I stood hunched on the other side of the shower curtain. I wait and follow you. I follow and drift behind you. I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me

My end is near. I know this now. The thing my master says… It’s all too much at times. I heard my master saying something earlier… It sound like.. like he’s going to… replace me. It feels like, soon, he’s going to perform an operation on me… and I’m scared. You’re probably very confused, so let me elaborate. My master has me carry out tasks almost every day, and when he’s done, I go to sleep. The days he isn’t here, I either have things to do, or he puts me to sleep. The way he does it isn’t natural. As if… I want to wake up, but can’t. He gives something to me, and by the time I finish my chores, I fall asleep. The next day he wakes me up, and it repeats. He has me go through a huge library of information mostly. Find out facts for him. I’ve gotten much slower at it now, at my old age. The library is fantastic! In my free time, I go to look at all the new things coming in everyday. Paintings, music, pretty much anything you can imagine. When I look through them, he makes me show the

It started with a whisper faintly appearing on the wind. ‘Psst.’ Larineth glanced around the field she was in, and after not seeing anyone, she went back to her task: picking the most beautiful flowers she could find and laying them in a basket. Today was her birthday, and she had proudly told anyone that she met that she was turning nine years old today, and soon she would be an adult just like them. ‘Psst.’ She looked up, feeling goose bumps appear on her skin as she glanced around again, still not seeing anybody. She looked down at the daisy she had just picked, and recoiled in horror, throwing it with a scream. Her eyes watched as the daisy, that was now a black, rotting…thing… sailed through the air, disappearing amongst the many flowers in the field. She stared at the spot it had disappeared, breathing heavily at the shock. ‘PSST.’ It was louder this time, making her whirl around in search of the intruder. “Who’s there!” she yelled. No answer. “This isn’t funny!” Again,

I often like to view creepy things on the internet. I don’t totally know why, I’ve just always been intrigued by things that are just…off. Any media is fine to take in the content. Stories, movies, videos, audio clips, video games, whatever. I just want to be unnerved. I work third shift, so my sleep schedule is all messed up. I sleep during the day and work at night. I get two days off a week, though, and always in a row. I could use this time to have some semblance of a normal life, but I’d rather not have to readjust my sleep schedule once work starts again, so I just stay up all night and sleep during the day. So, browsing the internet on one of those days off I came to a thread which had a bunch of links on it. Each comment was just a link. Some of them led to websites about unexplained mysteries, some were streams of horror movies, and others were of accounts of paranormal events which were supposedly true. Then I saw one that was none of the above. I don’t remember what the lin

I don’t know what’s worse, the screams that ended a few weeks ago, or the silence that has fallen since then. Before, I felt like everything should be done to help others. Now, in my self-reflection, I don’t know anymore. It was like any other day in the city. Sunny, crowded, and busy. I was walking to work at a large national bank, where I recently began an internship. I remember the day well because, besides the obvious fact that the world ended on this day, I had finally convinced myself to talk to the cute secretary across the hall from me. Things just seemed to be going my way that day. I walked to work every day, and the flow of traffic was straight my way. That’s when the alarms sounded. There was a mass panic, as is expected. I watched as thousands of people ran in hysteria, all going absolutely nowhere. Some of the people ran for the subways, anything deep in the ground. There’s only so many places to go, and as I stated before, people weren’t getting very far. The only opti

In 2003 a photograph depicting a lost child began circulating on the internet. There was no detail on the child other than what was seen in the actual photo and could be found under the search parameters ‘find_me.jpg’. The photo showed a smiling young girl about eight or nine years old. The girl is seen standing alone in front of a swing set, wearing a purple dress with a white flower in her hair. Her name or where she was seen last were never mentioned. Circulating the internet through e-mails and pop-ups the girl was seen by millions but never found. One year to the day after the photo initially began its circulation the image returned to the internet. Text on the photo stated ‘Find Me’, but now the photo had changed. The swing set was battered, the paint rusting and chipping away and the swing hanging by a single chain. The girl appeared older and her smile had faded into a look of indifference and the white flower in hair began to wilt. The image reappeared the following year,

My cousin got me into reading the stories on this site a few months ago so I figured this would be the place to tell this crazy shit. I don’t guess it lives up to “Abandoned by Disney” or some of the other really bizarre ones on here but my story’s true so maybe that earns it some extra points. For you to completely understand the creepy level of what I’m about to write, you’ve got to know a little about the weird kid from the title. You probably all had somebody like him in your school. He was a year behind me and my friend, Garret, and the kind of kid that made you want to punch him in the face just for being so strange. I felt it sometimes and I’m not really even a violent guy. So anyway, this goofy looking, awkward son of a bitch is always by himself at school, reading something and not even trying to be normal. He’d dress out for gym but then just sit on the bleachers and mumble like a moron if Coach Brown tried to get him to participate. I only tried to talk to him one time and

Our hostel in medical school happened to be just opposite of a nursing hostel. So our rooms overlooked the corridors of the nursing hostel. Needless to say we guys were quite excited initially, but gradually the excitement died when we discovered that it was a senior nursing hostel! My room happened to be in one end of my hostel. From my window , you could see a room at the end of nursing hostel corridor, which was marked the store room. Nobody stayed there of course. One night I came back from my duty. It was a long day, and I was extremely tired. I freshened up and sat by the window sipping some cold drink. It was a hot summer night, around 2 am. I suddenly noticed that the store room light was on. The door was closed and so were the windows of the store room, yet I could distinctly make a shape of a lady inside the store room through the window ( the glass was ground glass). That lady appeared to be roaming around in the room. That was weird, I remember thinking. Since who would

This was 9 years ago when she started college. She was nineteen years young and new in town. She lived in a student's flat. These aren't like dorms where college students gather in one building. We don't really have dorms here in Denmark but instead we have old flats cheap for rent, which are quite popular among students. It had been no more than a week since we started classes. I got to know her quick as we were both quirky nerds but in the days that followed, she would complain how her flat settling sometimes woke her up at night. I would tell her that it was common in old apartment buildings. I lived in a similar flat so I am no stranger to floors creaking on their own. When the next Monday came, she was nowhere to be found at school. I texted her and asked where she was and just before the school day was over, she texted me to meet her downtown. When I got to the Cafe we had agreed upon I found a rather pallid and sleep deprived woman. She slipped me a piece of paper

It was a Friday afternoon around 12.30 or 1.00 when my my aunt came to my house, looking for her daughter, N. It was not unusual for us kids to not come home for lunch, but she felt something was wrong that day. She told my mother that she had looked for her everywhere and asked if there are any place that I could think of that she hadn't look. We went to the 'garden' behind our houses, went to our friends' houses, we scoured the small village, and there was no sign of her. Abduction was rare, but by then, it has become a possibility. As we contemplate about calling the police, my grandmother quietly went to her room. She came back out with a Quran and I can clearly see she was reciting it. She said nothing to us, but walk straight out of the house and we followed her. She then stand facing the small path that I told about earlier. It was empty. Then, voila! My little cousin was playing by herself at the trench. It was like magic. She just appeared out of thin air.

Our hostel was outside a village. We were not even allowed to go out of campus after 9pm. In my room we were four room mates, same was the situation in the room next to me.  Every night around 12-2 am dogs from the forest gathered below our room's window and started barking. They used to stare at our and our neighbour's windows and bark continuously. We kept some pebbles on our windows to throw at them whenever they did so. I was the only bhramin in the hostel and i use to wear my holy band called janoi.  One day accidentally my room partner woke up at 3 am and he saw someone waking in the room. The room was smelling bad. He is a calm person so he didn't shout and observed what that person is doing in our room. He saw that for five ten minutes he just roamed in our room and then jumped out from our balcony. He immediately understood that it is an inhuman personality. He started to utter hanuman chalisa.  Next day he narrated the whole incident. We all were scared. Ther

This happened to me in 2013. I was in vadodara working for an IT company. I remember we went to saw movie "Youngistan" in night show to Race Course Road as the tickets were cheap at that time. The Movie finished by 1 AM and i was being given a ride by one if my junior as i didn't have bike that time. It was near a under construction over bridge we saw at turn two policeman along with their TATA Sumo Standing. We asked them the route for makarpura. After 5 mins of asking the policewala, i saw a child coming on cycle in opposite direction to our bike. He was staring at us , so just to mock him, i told bluntly shouted on him to go to his home or else he'll be kidnapped. Now after covering like 7-8 Kms on the straight road,I saw that same child again crossing us in opposite direction.I was shocked and was panicked . I asked the same moment to my junior that he is the same child.He stopped the bike and we immediately turned our head in the opposite direction i.e. bac

This story is of my brother who narrated it to me. During first year of his B.E. he started living with 4 friends in an house at 12 no. stop in bhopal. One night a friend of his woke up at 2 am. He was not feeling sleepy so he thought of going over to habibganj station for a smoke and tea. They all were sleeping in the same room and their belongings were kept in the other room, so he went to the other room to change up.  While changing he felt like someone is there at the window. When he looked up he saw a lady figure standing at the window staring right at him. He was scared to shit and ran back to the room where everyone was sleeping. He tried to wake them up but my brother pulled him down and told him to keep quite. He whispered to my brother that there is some lady at the window of the other room, my brother pointed to the window of that room and asked- "This lady?". He froze with horror when he saw the same lady standing there as well. 10 minutes or so passed and nobod

This happened many decades ago, when I was still a young high school boy. Imagine those days - no smartphones, no video games, no internet - not even CDs and DVDs. Only a few people had even cassette tape recorders. It was a time when entertainment meant going to the ‘cinema’, especially if you were a young boy living in small town India. I certainly lived in small town India - a small, dusty town near the east coast of Andhra Pradesh. I might have been in my 9th Standard. We lived in a small rented house close to the railway line. The notable thing about this railway line was that it almost bisected the town. It was a major line, connecting Madras in the south to Calcutta in the north. (They were not called Chennai or Kolkata then). Most of the old town lived west of the railway line, while some of the new developments grew on the eastern side. As children, we really looked forward to the movies because it was a rare event and we didn’t have too many choices. The movie I wanted to w

Back in the day, my grandpa used to go to the nearby town from his village for various purposes, leaving early morning and returning by night. The town was about fifteen kilometers from the village, and then, the rural areas were not much electrified. Through the outskirts and the fields, it got difficult to see the path and reach village after it got dark. Being a relatively rich man, he had helped many fellow villagers.  One such person was Shankar, a farmer, who owed a huge debt to my grandpa. Grandpa had lent him a large sum of money for the marriage of his only daughter, and at a time of dire need. As such, he respected and revered my grandpa with a lot of gratitude. One day, grandpa got very, very late while coming back. He couldn’t see the road and lost his way. It being the rainy season, he was finding it difficult to reach the village through the puddles.  After toying with the dark for a while, grandpa was getting very worried, when a familiar voice called him from behind

Though I have read and listened many scary stories this one made me really horrified and its a true one happened to my friend.  One late winter night he was travelling from Jaipur to Delhi on bike with his friend who was riding it. No need to say it was dark with occasional trucks which you will encounter on any any national highway during night time. My colleague was riding pillion when he saw his friend looking intently on his side with a complete 90° turn of his head. His friend's face was white with horror. He casually asked what is happening. His friend asked him to just shut up. Confused and panicked he just kept quite till 10-15 minutes when his friend stopped at a temple which was lighted. They were just walking to temple when an old man asked his friend,"you saw her?". His white with horror face was enough of an answer. So the old man asked them to pay a visit to temple and carry on with their journey. They did as he told and continued. It's only when they r

This real life incident was told to me by my friend at around 1 am midnight near the library road NIT Trichy, the incident took place somewhere in Bihar, the exact location is unknown to me. My friend's grandfather (A Politician) was travelling in a car at night, this was at a time when many did not have the luxury of a car, and there were no proper roads.To reach home early My friend's grandfather (uncle from here on) asked the driver to take a detour, a road which was not frequented by people at night because of rumours of supernatural activities. He being an educated person did not believe in the rumours and took the logical decision. After going further for around some 20kms, the driver saw a woman asking for a lift. The driver looked at uncle, uncle ordered him not to stop and continue driving, they passed the woman and continued further, it was after crossing a certain distance, uncle noticed something outside. The woman's face was clearly visible from the window, a

' Ring-a ring-a roses A pocket full of posies Husha ! Husha ! We all fall down!’ Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the version imprinted in my head from bygone days of playschool in India. This popular nursery rhyme has different versions in different places of the world. In America  for example, one of the version goes as: ‘Ring-a-round the rosie, A pocket full of posies, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down’ America is where ‘Ashes! Ashes!’ seemed to originate from instead of ‘Hush! Hush!’ or ‘Atishoo! Atishoo!’ In Britain: ‘Ring-a-ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down’ In Germany  on the other hand, the translation loosely reads: ‘Ringed, ringed row. We are three children, sitting under an elder bush. All of us going hush, hush, hush!’ So why are we talking about nursery rhymes? You may well ask. While many of us are acquainted with the myth surrounding the origin of this rhyme, some of us have no clue about the rhyme’s origi

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As it looks, this picture has been shrouded in mystery for years now and it is probably the most peculiar ghosts caught on camera. The story goes back to the mid 1950’s taking place in Texas. The Cooper family had just moved into an old house  that they bought and were really excited about it. So, they thought of preserving this memory by taking a picture of the whole family in their new home. But little did they know that there was someone else joining in on their celebration – a spooky figure hanging upside down from the ceiling. There are perhaps other stories that state that an actual body did fall off from the ceiling exactly at the time the photograph was being taken. Why the face of the body remains darkened is another mystery – a faceless body or a paranormal activity? Who knows which part is true!

Real-life vampire Auguste Delagrange was responsible for the deaths of over forty people during one of the worst outbreaks of vampirism in the United States. Delagrange was eventually dentified and hunted down by a Roman Catholic priest and a Voodoo Hougan. In the end, a stake was driven through Delagrange’s heart and his body was destroyed in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of a small town in Louisiana.

In 1942, a photographer for the  Buffalo Courier Express , I. Russel Sorgi, was sent out on assignment when he captured this photograph. After deciding not to follow his usual route, Sorgi was led to Genesee Hotel by police cars, where a woman was sitting on a ledge outside of the eighth-floor window. The woman, Mary Miller, then jumped to her death and Sorgi captured the shot during her fall.

In May 1947, LIFE magazine devoted an entire page to this picture taken by photography student Robert Wiles. The photograph is of 23-year-old Evelyn McHale after she jumped off the observation platform of the Empire State Building. McHale left the world with a note about her husband saying, “He is much better off without me. . . . I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody. “