Creepypasta
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…The daylight peeks through the trees and into Jameson’s tired eyes, forcing him to pull away, and disappear into the darkness beyond the trees, while Cynthia clutches her throat in a desperate bid to stop the warm thick red liquid from escaping her body. “C-C-Coward,” she hisses as her eyes roll up into the back…
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…“A catastrophic downfall of immeasurable proportions,” he says with a wry smile painted below his overly manicured mustache. “That’s how the history books will refer to this moment in your storied narration. Many an opinion will be had, with some saying you forced the hand of the underworld to strike back, while others will be…
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…“I was promised sights, not pointless explanations that serve little point.” “Pointless and of little point are the same thing.” Sebastian scoffs with lamented amusement. “I DON’T CARE!” he bellows like a volcano erupting. “I AM SICK OF WORDS! SHOW ME THE WONDERS PROMISED, OR I’LL CARVE MY NAME IN YOUR HEART AFTER I TEAR…
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….“I couldn’t be sure you’d come,” Derek says with trembling lips as he brushes the hair from his face with a nervous hand. “You didn’t really give me a choice, did you.” He smiles broadly for several lost seconds before his face falls back to its stony resolve. “The choice was always yours, I just…
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…“I’m not the only one who thinks it that’s for sure! You’re a disease Rodger, a tarnished mark upon the good name your father sought to grow for your family. You SHOULD kill yourself, do the world and everybody else whose ever had the misfortune of meeting you a favour.” “I-I-I,” Rodger stammers as he…
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…“And that’s why I have to get back to San Quinten, before it’s too late.” Garrison spits proudly with a wry smile painted across his bloody lips. “San where now?” “SAN MOTHER-FUCKING Q-U-I-N-T-E-N!” Garrison bellows as he raises his arms high into the air and starts laughing like a mad scientist from some nineteen-seventies horror…
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….He hits the reinforced glass with a force that should have smashed it into a thousand pieces and continued on downward, but instead it catches him like a pair of sure hands and holds him in stay. For several long moments he lies unmoving, before eventually letting out a laboured groan before the glass shatters…
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…The sky opens up like a doorway and the rain tears at the earth like a million knives being stabbed into the flesh of the enemy. Duncan takes a staggered breath as he lookout the window, and turns to Sophie, who smiles like one cursed with a touch of madness. “S-S-S-Stop it, s-s-stop smiling a-a-about…
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….“You think just because what you say isn’t a lie, makes it the truth! Don’t you?” Shamus spits through overly saturated lips. “You think you’re some kind of truth sayer, sent to lord over the petty liars living in their rundown hobbles! You think you’re some kind of god! Don’t you?” Phoebe smiles softly and…
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…Lou grabs tightly at his intestines as they tumble from his torn form, and tries desperately to shove them back in. He looks up at the smiling Sammly, with lips trembling. “I-I-I, I n-n-never t-t-thought it w-w-would be y-you.” “That’s because YOU are a blind FOOL lost in his own LIES! I, I have HATED…
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…“We are not the only ones looking for this so-called magical rainbow that’ll carry us away from here, surely you understand that? Surely somewhere inside that marvoullous brain of yours you’ve concocted a plan to secure our safety, or have you simply ignored this because you’ve never really had anything to do with anyone who…
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…He stares at the light as it shines through the cracks that run along the rim on the doorway and lets out a stuttered laugh before nervously turning back to Tessa. “Y-Y-You want me t-t-to seriously e-e-entertain the idea that J-Jackie, m-m-MY FUCKING JACKIE, j-j-just up and walked t-t-through this FUCKING joke o-of a door…








