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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
Pokemon: The Missingno CountryThe shop had an automatic door that would swing shut if I didn't move fast. I made my way down the isles. Its hard to pocket candy, much less what I'm after, with the counter facing down the whole isle.
The young man behind the counter pays me no mind. He's busy helping some kid probably out on his own for the first time. I wish I'd had that opportunity. Instead, now I'm twenty and penny-less.
There they are.
Bright and beautiful. I turn one over in my hands, a small red and white orb with a simple catch system. Simple, I almost laugh at the thought. There is more technology and science in this thing than I will ever begin to understand. There was so many of them, too, surely the shop keep wouldn't miss more than one.
No, I reminded myself, I only need one.
Grabbing one I quickly stuff it in my pocket and move to the food isle. If I'm going to pull this off I'll need food. This I do have money for; it is only 100 for these instead of 200.
I head up to the counter, sweat pouring down my
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
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 1
A Lullaby wears White - part 1
Jeff was always confident about his procedures. Mainly because he was always winning. He always got the same result in different variations – bloodbath, screams of his victims satisfying his ears, fear in their eyes moisten his and the blood's iron on his tongue. He always had it all and sometimes, in the case of females, the satisfaction of his mad hormones.
He was swift and did the business quick enough before the cops could arrive, yet slow enough to enjoy it. He considered himself elusive, invincible...
Yet if somebody asked him if the same thing he does to people would happen to him, he'd certainly laugh in their faces in that insane way only he knows how to preform. Just that situation happened before his next kill. Him and one of his rare friends, Eyeless Jack, sat on the peak of small mountain above the city, lights looking just like mirror image of the stars above.
Jeff lit the cigarette, small orange light dancing across h
The (Creepypasta) You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.
Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.
“She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”
You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capitalization error, but now “the” is lowercase. Strange, you think. Usually you don’t even really notice things like that, but you figure it’s just because you’re so tired and pay it no mind as you continue.
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 2
A Lullaby wears White - part 2
When Jeff next woke up, he felt a horrible pain in the back of his neck and down the back. After his vision crystallized, he realized his head was bent over. Even bigger pain greeted him after he straightened himself up, gritting his teeth hardly. The next thing he realized was his current position – he was sitting.
The itching in his eyes reminded him to take eye drops. He tried to move, to stretch his hands and legs before taking them, but something blocked that action. As he tried again with no avail, he became suspicious.
Then he looked.
He wasn't home. He wasn't even in bed. Instead, Jeff was sitting on a regular chair with iron legs. It was wooden and rather uncomfortable for sitting and he found it absolutely ironic. But the last thing he wanted to think about was irony. The state he was in was what truly bothered him. His wrists were tied against chair's armrests and his legs against chair's front legs. He struggled against
Get a ClueThere once was a man named Steve, who was hopelessly, undeniably insane.
Every day he would live his life as though he were a child in a man’s body, not quite understanding that he was alone in the big secluded house. He began to create imaginary friends in his mind as he sat in his favorite big red chair, where he spent most of his time. These imaginary friends were mostly common household things. When he woke up in the morning, he would say hello to his clock and the clock would respond. He would say hello to his drawer, and the drawer would respond. When he went out to check the empty mailbox, the mailbox would talk to him. Of course, in his mind the mailbox wasn’t empty. It was full of letters from other imaginary friends of his. Meals for Steve were always full of people to talk to. He would talk to the salt and pepper shakers, and any other seasonings that he had.
His only companion was a dog, who would often hide from him. Whenever Steve found the dog, he would grab
Hide and Seek (Lolly Dolly Creepypasta)
It was a regular day in the neighborhood. Children laughing and running about on the streets. Grown ups mowing the lawn and getting their mail as the mailman walked by. The sun was up in the sky, shining as bright as ever, with not a cloud in the sky to bug it. Yes, it was a nice summer day, a happy summer day.
Three children were chasing each other, playing tag and taunting one another. Watching them from afar was a little boy. His face emotionless and his skin quite pale compared to the others. He looked at the children and he hummed a tune that was barely even a tune due to his voice sounding so scratchy. The boy kept doing this for quite some time. The children would always ignore him, calling him a loner, a freak. The boy never cared though. Other people thought he was sick or has a disorder. His parents themselves would always worry about their son. He would never speak to them and he would always go to his room once he entered his house.
"Leo dear, dinner will be ready in ten mi
Creepypasta: Matt Bridle Silence reached my ears as I sat down the box full of my old photo albums. The house was quite bare, considering that my family and I were moving in.
We had just moved to a small town in Oregon. It was surrounded by trees for the most part, having a railway that went straight through the middle of the town. The railway was, in fact, still operating as freight trains, and cargo trains, ran through the middle of town three to four times a day.
During night though, that was a different story.
The people who ran the railways seemed to be insomniacs, as I hear the trains run all night long, only having fifteen minute intervals between trains.
My father had bought the house that was a block from the railway, so it wasn’t too noisy. My dad had decided that it would be safer to take this house, since it wasn’t too close to where the crime happened in the city.
All of the crime
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin
Creepypasta: An Imperfect PanopticonCreepypasta: An Imperfect Panopticon
It had been two weeks, two days since Phillip Webber had seen the Slenderman while sequestered in his cabin in the woods. He knew what would come for him. He had heard the stories of how the faceless apparition always took those sheep who strayed to close, like the lunatic wolf it was. But Phillip was prepared. He had fortified his cabin and the surrounding woods into a veritable citadel of closed-circuit cameras and automated traps. He almost expected at first to catch glimpse of it again, given that the locale the siting had occurred at was not far from here at all. But the thing never appeared directly to those who caught its interest, not at first anyway. It always sent its paranormal proxies to do that. Its proxies, who were still human at their core. And being human they had a very human assortment of weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
Phillip took a drag from his eighth cigarette this hour and clicked the monitor display on his laptop from camer
Creepypasta: The Watch CollectorCreepypasta: The Watch Collector
Time is both a burden and a necessity. Five minutes are hellish to someone trapped in a burning bus, and dearer than anything else to a dying woman saying goodbye to her children. But mostly, time is something most people waste more than anything else in life. I have resolved not to be one of those people.
I collect watches. The others in my fair town of Alpenview like to think it is a harmless hobby, a fairly mundane one too, and I am not keen to correct them. I purchase them from the pawn shop, I buy them brand-new at the old strip mall in bulk, and sometimes people approach me and sell them to me directly. That’s just how well-known my unconventional but innocuous little hobby is known to others. Most eccentric young men my age would collect Magic the Gathering cards or My Little Pony merchandise or what-have-you, I collect watches. Nothing sinist-
Pfft. Sorry, I just couldn’t keep a straight face. I’m trying, really, I am. But when
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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