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Odd Idd: Book 2: Silas' thoughts on JaimeSilas looked over at the girl tuning her guitar as if her kid wasn't missing and her best friend wasn't who she thought. He walked over to her and put a hand on hers, meaning only to comfort her. She gave him a dark look, he removed his hand and she went back to tuning the guitar.
"Hey, Jaime," he asked, "I've been meaning to ask, why doesn't Idd turn human?"
"What do you mean?" Jaime asked him, her attention now off the guitar.
"No-mores, being once human, often have the ability to appear human when they want," Silas said, "Took me a few encounters with them to learn that. that's actually where most of your legends of shape-shifters come fr-"
Jaime gripped his tie suddenly and pulled him close. He was expecting her to hit him across the face or break his glasses, instead she kissed him.
His eyes, or really the lack there of, went wide. He sat there for a moment and the she let go of him, even going as far as pushing him back gently. He still stood there, slack jawe
Odd Idd: Book 2: Em and IddThe beast looked as to be nothing more than a lower grade Devourer. Why this beast, of all beasts, was giving Reynald any trouble Em would never know. Hell, he acted as a child, to the point of even watching cartoons.
Closing her eyes she gave a quick incantation to summon him. She'd been working closly with him after the death of her only friend. She'd had him working double agent beside Silas too, and as a bonus the fool almost trusted the creature.
Em, however, knew better than to trust it. She may have learned to cast and conjur it, but it was still of hell. Being from hell ment that it had more power than she would even give it credit for. That was probably because of how lazy the thing was though.
A puff of black smoke and the stentch sulfur summoned the beast. The small imp barely had enough wieght to make a dent in her leather jacket. She could hear his tounge clicking impaiently as he waited to be addressed.
"Hello, Gash," she said, not looking at the small demon.
Idd: Book 2: Angels aren't so niceThe two were akward as hell and gave Silas the feeling that they didn't like him much. Barb kept throwing him a look when she thought he wasn't paying attention that only a Demon could mirror. The other, however, had his own reason for hating Silas.
"So what's with the hair?" Ed asked.
"Ed!" Barb shouted, "Be nice! We have company, even if his hair is a little goofy."
"What is with everyone making fun of my hair?" Silas finally snapped, "And you Edward, you should know exactly who I am."
The girls stopped. Jaime had a strange look on her face that said clearly she had no idea what he was talking about. It took Silas only a moment before he realized his mistake.
But the cat was out of the bag.
"What's he mean you should know, Ed?" Barb asked. If her silky-smooth voice and thick accent wasn't enough to melt his heart Jaime's hard look sure did.
Ed was sweating, "I've no idea what he's talking about."
Silas gave a little chuckle, "You're right Ed, it's my mistake. Or perhaps it is fate I
Emerald and Catch Up"You look like hell," the young woman sitting in his chair said. She didn't even bother looking up from the paper in her hands.
Emerald Down was five foot eleven with dark skin and raven black hair. She had picked this spot, as she always did while she was around Reynald, to annoy. The old man hated people in his chair.
She could feel him glaring down at her from the back of his chair, "Get out."
"What's the matter boss," She laughed, "Don't like me here? To ashamed of your former apprentice." She still got out of the chair but didn't leave the room. Instead she stood just out of the reach of his cane and waited for him to sit comfortably.
"What are you doing here Em?" he asked flatly, taking a seat in the large leather chair.
"Can't a girl visit her old teacher?" She asked feigning a hurt face.
He frowned at her. The last time she had seen him, she had tried to kill him. Even though she forgave him now she really couldn't blame him for what he did. Still, he did kidnap her and when sh
ConversationsShe had stabbed him, killed him, she knew she had. And yet here he was straightening his glasses and tie. There was something strange about him. Something that terrified her.She backed away, there was something about him that unsettled her and it was more than just fear. It was excitment, excitement of the unknown, the unthinkable, and the all powerfull. The thrill of thinking that somehow, someway there was more to the world than she had come to believe.
She had gone back to putting limits on the world and he tore them down for her.
Then she gagged at the thought, Oh god, how sappy was that?
"You ok?" he asked, moving towards her like he actually cared.
"No," she held a hand up to him, "No, no. Hell no. You keep your goffy looking hair away from me."
"Goofy?" He said as if the thought caught him off gaurd and looked up at his hair. Most of it was slicked back, and sure his bangs shot outward ony to come back down infront of his face, but goofy? "Who the hell are you calling goofy bald
Idd and DavidIdd awoke to the sound of a woman screaming. He jumped up, getting his feet under him as fast as he could.
"Mom?" he cried in panic, looking about for Jaime.
It took only a moment for his memories to come back. Jaime was not there, he was alone. His stomache sank lower than it ever had.
Another scream echoed down the sewer walls again, this time more frantic. He moved without thinking, closer to the wall and the hole in the wall where the sound was coming from.
"Leave him alone!" a woman cried somwhere above him.
"Shut up," a man replied sluring his words together, "He's my son and I'll treat him how I want to treat him."
Idd heard the sound of a rough smack and a child's cry of pain. The sinking feeling Idd had had moments ago was replaced suddenly by something else. A fire that welled up in his chest like white hot magma. He'd only felt this fire once before.
He looked out the hole where the ceiling met the wall. It was not very big, but sizable enough he could see three sets of shoe
Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
Contains: Blood + Gore description, Strong language and disturbing scenes.
Rated: For ages 17+
"Patient #7732 appears to look stable, as well as patient #7733. However, we might want to recheck #7730." A man in white, began to write on his paper attached to a clipboard, while adjusting his glasses.
It had been three months since I've been working at a place like this. A small, psychiatric hospital for the unique, special people, or should I say for lunatics who can't seem to live a normal life with ordinary people. Then again, I wasn't too ordinary myself, or so mother would tell me. I was usually the weak, sick child in my family. I couldn't manage to finish school. What with many absences in my daily life, not to mention scheduled doctor appointments, I knew I wouldn't have the capacity to get enough credits in my classes. I was more of a needy child than the rest of my relatives. All my siblings would usually surpass me at
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
i don't swim anymore
a few weekends ago i was camping with a group of my friends. all boys since it was a tradition one out of 8 of us chooses a place to camp over the weekend once every year, and it was my turn.
we where having fun, cooking on a low fire, talking about random things like which creepypasta would beat the other or what would be an awesome sith vs. jedi battle, some LARPing here and there, and our favorite making the consolations into monsters.
maybe though it was when we where almost tired out one of us decided it would be fun to go swimming in the bay. i never liked water, but they got me to go in about up to my waist deep. it was to cold to go any deeper, and i was afraid. i wasn't sure of what, but i was ready to run out of that chilling water with out a second thought.
i think it was 5 minutes when we all herd Erick screaming in terror. there was no way to explain how it sound bu
Eclipse Part 17I looked over to see DM and Dove approaching.
“I could feel demonic presences…” DM commented, looking around. Dove stopped behind DM and smirked, looking over at me.
“Yeah…you COULD feel demonic presences…but not anymore…” I smiled and looked up at DM.
“Don’t worry DM, I took care of them. It was just a small pack…easily taken care of...”
I watched as Jack healed my wounds. The sensation stung and was hot, but doable. After a few seconds there was no longer any indication of trauma to my arm. I looked up at Jack whose vision was transfixed at the large moon looming over us. A slight breeze swept past us in our momentary silence. Jack blinked and looked down at me, his face hard.
“Sombaria…she is after you…” His voice sounded calm, but there was definitely an angry tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in confusion.
“……Who?” Jack’s fists tightened
I Was Broken
I was once broken. I was shattered, hurt, sad, and angered. My tears were running down my cheeks like minute waterfalls. My heart was ripped out, and torn apart.
But then the voices came. They came from the darkness and told me everything would be alright. They told me that I would get my revenge. That I would not feel this way anymore.
All I had to do was give in to the sadness and hate, and give my broken spirit to the darkness.
I was broken, but now the darkness holds me together.
I killed people... I am a monster... The voices told me I did it right, and they tell me to do more bad things, but it was not. This is not right. I hate it.
The darkness and I are one now. It will not go away. It is part of me.
I was broken, and now I am shattered.
My blood runs through my fingers so beautifully. It is the color of red roses. It is warm, and I can feel my own unsteady pul
Creepypasta - The Mystic
Hello, my name is Lisa.....I don't really know if anyone will find this, but if someone is listening to this, then I suppose someone has. The story I'm about to tell you, is rather odd, hell even I would have trouble believing it if I hadn't witnessed it myself. So whether you consider it as fiction, or fact, is up to you.
The sun hung high in the sky as the car finally slowed to a stop in a rather tight space between two cars.
"Finally! Thought we'd never find a parking space." My friend Stacey sighed, quickly cutting the engine and making her way out to the giant crowd that had already formed, awaiting tonight's events. You see, I had just turned twenty-one, and due to this, my friends Stacey and Amber wanted to take me to the infamous Mardi Gras, to "Ring in being twenty-one right". I hesitantly agreed, I didn't particularly like large crowds, or alcohol of any kind, but they were my friends, and I didn't want them going alone. So here we were, trying to make our way through the den
I Love YouI don't know what to do anymore..
my brother is haunting me, its nice to have someone who cares about me but he wont let me alone anymore.
I standing in my room staring at my chalk board, it was all clean except for 3 little words.
I Love You
I'm staring at those word and falling down on my knees crying and sobbing.
I lay my hand on my head and grabs my bed sheets.
I cant live longer like this he will kill me with his love.
And if he doesn't do it someone els will do it.
I grabbed my bag and take out a medicine bottle, they sleeping pills i got because i got nightmares all the time and i couldn't sleep because of them.
Slowly i open the bottle and take one pill and swallowed it with some water.
After the first i start taking all of them, i almost choked on them.
I took them all and slowly crawl to my bed.
Soon enough i felt asleep.
But he dint want me to go.
Devin grabbed my arm and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom.
He cryd 'Dont die on my, dont die' he sobbed.
There is someone hereThere is someone here.
I can see her in the corner of my eye, hiding in the darkness. Her mouth is slack, her face is white. Her hair is long and clinging to her face hiding it in the shadows. I'm not sure I should turn me head, in fear I may upset her. She is staring at me with hollow eyes that seem to have sunken in long, long ago.
I can smell her, the stentch of death, dirt, and decay clings to her. Its a foul smell but I dare not say anything. If her body smells this bad I can only fear her breath is worse, she's no teeth, or very little to speak of.
As she move's there she gives a small moan as if every limping step is painfull. Do I turn my head to watch her? Or do I let her slip behind me, out of sight.
Its to late now, the decision made for me with her dissapearance. I can't see her, but I still feel as if she watches me. My spine tingles and itches as if-
Dear God, is that her finger nail? Its long and sharp and feels strange against my cheek filling my nostroles with a smell
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