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Prologue: The Spider's nestLio sat three feet from the cave entrance, his large battle axes resting across his lap as he meditated. There was something in there, he knew there was. Dylock Spiders rarely nested this close to a city without a vein of exposed gold or something to attract unsuspecting travelers nearby.
“Well, Barbarian?” his companion asked, “Are you going in?”
“Perhaps, Lucian,” He opened his eyes to look the young demon hunter in the eye, “Why don’t you go inside?”
“Me?” Lucian asked, “Go in there? Are you nuts? There are spiders in there. Webs and slime, venom, and fangs; it’s not for me, but for someone of your strength it should be no challenge.”
Lio frowned, “Lucian, you have a crossbow.”
“And a natural taste for survival,” Lucian said.
Lio rolled his eyes and hefted his dual axes up on his shoulders as he stood, “Follow me, I will clear the path. Just shoot anything out of reach.&
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
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
On A Day Like TodayA massive food shortage. The people in the cities are the first to go. Gradually, disease and starvation consume most of the farmers. People start the search for food.
A little girl with red hair and big, curious eyes heads to "the burbs" with her younger brother.
Her brother is stout, with brown, curly hair and chubby cheeks the size of peaches. His skin is olive-toned, unlike his sister, whose skin is as bright as the moon.
While walking to a nearby store, the pair notice famished, sickly looking bodies scattered here and there. One of them lies on a porch.
Porches. Porches that used to house smokers, and people who wanted to watch sunsets, and cats--big, fat cats, and old ladies who had no one better to be with than their big, fat cats. The thought made them sad, and just a little bit dreamy, because they wondered if they'd ever be as old as the old ladies with their big, fat cats.
And so they walked into the store to find everything from magazines to fruits to lamps to used fans. T
Creepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the Dark
It’s always the same dream. Dark bodies, thousands or maybe millions of them, floating in darkness. Then the monster appears and they all burn from the inside out. I try to stop it, but I can’t.
Because I am burning there with them.
The subject appears to have been awake all night, although I checked in on her at the usual time for her morning nutritional supplement. She insisted she wasn’t hungry, although incentives were given to make her eat. The hallucinations appear to be continuing, although oddly enough brain waves seem to be completely normal so she obviously shouldn’t be seeing these “monsters”. I have concluded she is likely either delusional or toying with me.
Damn bitch. Has to make my life even harder by being so uncooperative. Log out.
I see them. They are no longer people. Their souls have been eaten by the Cold Watcher. That’s what he
Creepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye Blind
“How do you plead?”
“Please, your honour, he’s still waking up. Give him a chance to come to his senses.”
“Ah. Very well.”
Terrence blinked his unfocused eyes and tried to shut out the conversation but the voices persisted. This was impossible. He’d just blown his brains out with a hunting shotgun, so it stood to reason that he shouldn’t be able to hear anything at all. Was this a hallucination as his shredded cranium bled in torn fragments all over the wall of his neglected one-bedroom apartment? This was the only time he’d committed suicide, obviously, so he didn’t have much prior experience to go on, but this still seemed more than a tad abnormal.
His hope that this was a short-lived hallucination died fast as he realized the scenario around him was coming into focus, slowly but surely, as opposed to fading to black. He was in a courtroom setting, of sorts, seated at one of the tables in f
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s Origin
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough
Creepypasta: Innocence Proves NothingCreepypasta: Innocence Proves Nothing
Darkness is my friend. It hides me from the light, and shrouds the maze of scars on my body from the gaze of my sinner’s eyes. A maze, or maybe a map, showing the way to true insanity. If I wasn’t insane when I was thrown in this padded room and placed on a 24-hour suicide watch, after what could have been either a week or a year (time has little meaning in the dark) I am indeed resolutely insane now. Accused of a murder I didn’t commit, and damned until the end of time to this little slice of Hell.
But in a peculiar way I am grateful. I never noticed how beautiful the dark is. How lovely things are when you can’t see them.
I don’t know why there is no light source in my cell. No one ever checks on me, maybe a bulb burned out long ago and they just don’t know. The lone time that light, that Hellish light that bares my naked flaws for all to see, pours into my cell is when feeding time comes and they shove in a pl
Creepypasta: The Bite of '87It was a normal day at Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza. A show had just ended on the main stage and the main animatronic, Freddy Fazzbear, was walking off the stage and turned his attention to the kids. “Hey hey hey hey kids! The show is over now but another will be starting soon in Pirate Cove. Just follow me!” Freddy laughed he led the kids over to part of the restaurant called “Pirates Cove”. “I can’t join you on this pirate ship but Foxy will make sure you all stay safe, right Foxy?” Freddy asked a Fox animatronic that had a hook where his right hand should be and an eye patch over his right eye.
“Yar be right Freddy. I won’t let anything hurt these land lovers.” Foxy said in his robotic pirate voice. “Now ye better get out of here or I will have to make ye walk the plank!” He added.
“Alright, have fun kids!” Freddy said before leaving.
“Now, it will be a while till the show starts so have a goo
The Distorted MirrorsPlease note that this is a biography of my encounters with some rather paranormal entities within my second grade year in elementary school. Now, I just want you to know that this all is indeed true, and it's going to be something I never forgot, and can remember vividly. Well, I guess I'll start with how this all started and stuff, and how vivid one's mind and imagination can be.
So, it was the second grade, like I said already, and I was quite the child, but I was cowardly at times, not that it's unusual or anything. Though at the same time, I did have some sense of bravery. It was when it was close to summer, I had exams, though I honestly cannot remember the name; not every detail was with me then, I'm afraid. Instead of being in a normal classroom like normal people, I was just mortified and reluctant to learn that I would be having to spend my week in solitude, and one thing I definitely don't like is solitude, even at that age; at that age, I was horrified of being in small room
Maverick You are sitting on your bed, bundled in your blankets, music blaring in your headphones. Your gaze lifts from your laptop screen and you look out over the room. It's dark. Pitch black to be more specific. The moon is nowhere in sight tonight, an overlay of storm clouds hang overhead. You sigh, storms are not your thing, the loud noise and sudden bursts of light unnerve you a bit. The music stops. "Dammit" you mutter. The song was no where near over. Your web browser must have become unresponsive or YouTube was experiencing problems once again.
You decide against staying on the internet tonight, none of your friends are on skype, and it's 3:30 in the morning. You gently shut your laptop, not bothering to shut it down completely, and place it near your bed. After placing your computer on the ground, you decide to get situated on your bed so that you can try to get a good night's sleep. As you lay your head down, a flash of
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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