More creepypasta.
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Since before I could remember, I’ve wanted to be a mother. It seemed my whole childhood and teenager years were spent yearning for a child of my own. By the time I was nine, I had names–and color schemes for the nursery–picked out. All I needed was someone to make them with. But college was disappointing. I went through a whole string of bad boyfriends and bad father material. Getting on with my career didn’t seem to help much. I realized, though–when I was twenty-seven, and there were no suitable prospects on the line–that, technically, I did not need a man to have a
child with. Just a very particular product of his. I found a sperm donor bank, chose the best prospect they had, got out my turkey baster and… well… hoped for the best.
I was overjoyed when my first pregnancy test came out positive. My doctor was surprised to see me coming in sooner than he’d expected. Before I was four weeks along, I had the nursery painted, and the furniture set up. Toys and diapers, bottles and books, bibs and coveralls. I had everything a new mother would need.
I couldn’t explain all the weight I was losing. I kept getting thinner–everything except for my belly. My friends all joked that it had to be at least twins. Or the biggest baby they’d ever seen.
I got weary of the kicking somewhere in the third trimester. And the scratching.
Just one more week until my due date.
I just wish it would stop gnawing.
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It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.
Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”
I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.
Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”
Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”
It was nearly the bus stop where these two usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”
Child A: “See, I told you so.”
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While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints. Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. They remain. Upon closer inspection, you realize that they seem to be on the other side of the glass...
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Whenever you chat with friends on the computer, they tell you they see someone walk past behind you in your webcam, even if you always believed you were alone in the room. One day, you decided to leave the cam on, and recording and left for work. You get home, play back the video and see the room. There's no one there. But when you go online, and check on your friends, they tell you that they received instant messages from you telling them, "He thinks he'll catch me, but I'm smarter..."
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Flinching is a natural defense mechanism right?
Someone surprises you, and you jump. That's normal.
Just be careful if you're one of those people who does it for fun.
You might make someone drop their facade, just for a second.
But thats all it takes to find something definitely not human.
And definitely very pissed off at being discovered.
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Ever wonder why your parents are always on your case. Always nagging, always asking questions, always yelling. Annoying as hell right?
But that one day you wake up to blissful silence you'll see why. You were already so faint, and they were your last tether to this world. You should've just shown a little bit of love back. Then they wouldn'tve given up. You're all alone now. But enjoy the silence while it lasts. When I say alone, I mean that when you wake up...it won't be humans surrounding you
Humans can't possibly stretch their grins that far.
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"There's something down there..." the boy thought to himself as he peered into the gaping darkness below.
The unspeakable horrors that waited for children like him amidst the shadows had always sent chills down his spine, so without hesitation he picked up the largest brick he could find and threw it down the well.
The well had dried up during the hot summer, so there was no splash of water--only a "thud" followed by a faint whimper. Then silence.
Having successfully rid himself of whatever possible evils lurked down in those black depths, the boy took a step back with a glowing look of accomplishment on his face.
But before he could fully congratulate himself for the good work, he remembered that he still had to seek out his brother...because his mother would be unhappy with them both if they were late for supper after such a long game of hide and seek.
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It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.
Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”
I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.
Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”
Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”
It was nearly the bus stop where these two usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”
Child A: “See, I told you so.”
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In a small orphanage in a small village in Russia, there is a young boy. His hair is jet black, and messy, and he tattered jeans and an old dingy grey shirt.
Nothing is known of him. For 10 years, he sat in the bed in his room, never moving, never blinking, never eating or sleeping. In the 10 years, he has not seemed to age at all, continuing to look like a 7 year old boy. The only thing that proved he was alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the refusal to take his eyes off anyone who enters the room alone.
A lone psychiatrist came over in an attempt to find out why the boy had done nothing in 10 years. He entered the room, and shut the door behind him.
30 minutes later, the orphanage’s nurse came to check on the 2 of them. Opening the door, she saw the child, still sitting, still not moving, eyes fixed on her. However, something seemed different. He appeared a slight amount larger, not by much, but enough to make him look like a late 8 or early 9 year old. The psychiatrist was no longer in the room. The door was the only exit, as the room had no windows, vents, or anything, and it was, in fact, in the exact center of the orphanage.
He continued to sit, only seen occasionally by the lady who came in to check on him, and she never closed the door upon entry.
A week or so later, 2 law enforcement personnel entered the orphanage, demanding to speak to the boy about the disappearance of the psychiatrist. The 2 of them entered, closing the door behind him, as the head of the orphanage stood outside the door.
30 minutes passed, and not a sound came from the room. The Head eased the door open. The boy was still on the bed, but the officers where no longer there. The boy was know quite noticeably bigger, about the size of a 15 year old. His skin was darker than usual, and he looked angrier than ever. But one thing remained the same: His cold, unforgiving eyes that stared at whoever entered.
Eventually, the law organized a large group of 10 officers to speak to the boy. They entered the room, and left the door open, until one of the younger orphans ran up and shut it, apparently in a daze.
The head quickly ran to re-open the door, and upon doing so froze him in horror. A low rumbling noise came from the room….
“…..One….more….”
If you return to that orphanage, you will see it still continues to run. The orphans live in good care, health, and education. However, there is one room, that you sill see is boarded up, and far from enterable. If you ask what is behind it, you will be removed forcefully from the orphanage.
However, when no one’s looking, if you place you’re ear to the door, you will hear a low ominous growling sound, and if you listen for a bit, you will hear….
“…..One…..more….”
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Open up Photoshop. Open any image, as long as it doesn't contain a ferry or other ocean-going vessel in the picture. Select the magnifying glass tool, close your eyes, and while randomly pressing the "Alt" key up and down, click in somewhat random places around the picture.
When you open your eyes, you will probably see a meaningless section of the image.
However, they say if the right constellations are in the sky, you will open your eyes to a horrible image beyond words. If you can view the image without screaming, you will be whisked away to heaven on Earth, provided with any wish you may desire.
However, if you scream upon viewing the image, the floor will open up beneath you. There is no certaincy as to where you end up, but it is not hard to guess.
So what is the image? No one knows. There is not one who has not screamed.
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ET HELP.
You start noticing those words when you're going about your day-to-day business - just flipping through the classifieds, or posted on telephones near bridges. Normal places. Just words that seem to be catching your eye.
Then they start appearing more randomly: the first seven tiles you pick in Scrabble, the first spoonful of alphabet soup, even those stupid spams sent by strangers. You even check a few of them, but they all end up being for the same old pills and promises.
Now it's getting so everything you read has those words crop up - close-captioned TV shows, book titles, CDs, bus schedules, menus, everywhere. It's distracting, very very distracting, it's so very hard to concentrate when words squiggle out of the corner of your eye, when the keyboard's no longer qwerty but gethelpgethelpgethelp.
The delusion's taking its toll. Who needs help? Who's sending you this message? Why you? How can you help someone who you don't even know?
You're trying to type an email to a friend. It's very hard to do. The letters keep swimming and you add an apology in the email, just in case your writing's garbled. You finally hit send.
Later, you wake up.
You're in the hospital. Your friend is sitting beside you. I was so worried, he says. When you sent that email. GET HELP GET HELP GET HELP, over and over. I came over and found you on the floor. They had to do surgery. Do you know what they found? A second brain. Tiny but fully formed, growing in your head. It was blocking an artery. You're lucky to be alive.
But you aren't really listening to your friend any more. You're staring at a fire escape diagram near your bed. It doesn't say anything about fire safety at all.
FINALLY, it says. IT WAS GETTING CROWDED IN THERE.
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You're sitting at the computer, browsing some of your favorite sites, when you notice a link that seems... out of place. It reads, Whatever you do...
Before you know it, you're dragging the mouse over to the link and clicking on it. The link brings you to a page with a black background with three innocent words written in white text: Don't turn around!
It's barely visible, but in the background of the page you notice an unsettling thing just standing there, staring down.
"Cute," you think to yourself as you turn off the monitor.
Then you realize that thing wasn't a picture. It was a reflection.
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