Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

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  • 2020TOO Book Five

    2020TOO Book Five

    Follow the below link to purchase 2020TOO Book Five to read all 20 five minute short stories.

    Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A mirror, a gash, a voyeur, a flash. A whine, a flask, a cup, a dish. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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  • Mother Of The Sea – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Mother Of The Sea – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“I didn’t break, never once.” he says proudly.

    “Not even once?” she purrs.

    “N-N-Never once my lady, I-I, I am a m-man of my word.” he stammers nervously, as beads of sweat break out on his brow.

    “Then you have nothing to fear from me, do you?” she says as she relaxes back into her eyesore of a throne.

    “N-N-No my l-lady.”

    “But yet you do, don’t you?”

    “I-I-I, I do what?”

    She laughs softly, brushing her flowing red locks from her face with graceful poise. “You fear me, even though you swear you have done all I ask. Why would one who has pleased every facet of my requests fear me still?”

    “I-I,” he swallows a mouthful of stale air that feels like razor blades, air that tears at his throat as it is forced down his gullet. He gasps, tearing at his collar desperately as he tries to free the breath that screams out in his chest.

    “You?” she says with playful purr, gently running her fingernails across her pouting lips.

    “I-I-I, I am n-not afraid o-o-of you,” he stammers.

    She smiles broadly and throws her head back with a sarcastically bemused laugh. “You my dear, are a terrible liar.”.…

  • Bestow The Doorway Open – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Bestow The Doorway Open – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    “I’ve never saw a door open the way this one did today, but more to the point, I’ve never seen a door open where no door was before that door opened. This door, that door,” he says as he points to the door standing proudly half open before them. “That door appeared out of thin air and appears to be waiting for someone to go through it. I believe, I am that someone, because I was in the room when the door appeared.” he says as he trusts his index finger into the tables top with excited vigour.

    The man looks down at a piece of torn paper that is clumsily attached to the clipboard he holds in his hand, and scribbles several almost unreadable words onto the paper before looking back up at Janet, as an almost flirtatious smile flickers across his purse lips. “What of the five other inmates who were in the room with you, why are more worth than them?”

    Janet puffs up his chest and lets out a gust of air while slapping the desk with an open hand. “SHIT FOOL! Jinx and Seb were dead before that door had even finished materialising, Quinn is bleeding out in the infirmary right now, and High Tower ain’t much of a talker since Bedoz took out his tongue for being a snitch three weeks ago. So, you players have only got ME to choose from!” he says proudly, puckering up his lips and thrusting his hands into his pants.

    “What about Peaches?”

    “What about Peaches?” Janet asks back with a confused expression on his face.

    “You don’t know about Peaches, do you?”

    “I don’t know what about Peaches! Did that little shit say something SHE shouldn’t have?”

    “No, not yet, but we’re hoping when he comes back out, he’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

    “Come back out of where?” Janet asks with furrowed brow. “Don’t you stupid sons-of-bitches know how to speak English?”

    “Get with the conversation JANET! Peaches went through the door, and he’s been gone almost as long as you’ve been sitting here telling us your BULLSHIT story about how you’re the man for the job! NOW, you’re either a whole lot smarter than I’m giving you credit for, or you’re a lot stupider than your profile tells me you are. I just need to know which one it’s going to be?”

    “I-I, I don’t understand w-what you’re a-asking,” Janet stammers nervously.

    The man sighs loudly and leans back in his seat, looking over to the doorway in the middle of the room. “Tell me what you think is on the other side of the door?”

    “Freedom,” Janet says quickly.

    “You don’t think it could be something worse than what you have here?”

    “Nothing could be worse than this god forsaken place,” Janet spits.

    The man gets to his feet and stretches up into the air, letting his bowls release a fistful of methane gas, chuckling loudly as he does.

    “WHAT THE FUCK MAN! YOU’RE A FUCKING PIG MAN!” Janet gripes through clenched teeth.

    “Oh calm the farm choir boy, it’s probably the best thing your nostrils have smelt in the last twelve years,” the man scoffs proudly, as he strides over to the doorway and pushes it open.

    “W-Who the FUCK did you s-say your name was again?”

    “I never said,” the man says with a smile as he steps through the open door. For several moments Janet sits there in stunned silence, before the man pops his head through the doorway. “Are you coming?”

    “W-W-What’s on the other s-side?”

    “There’s only one way to find out,” the man says as he disappears once again.

    Several more moments pass before Janet thrusts himself to his feet and he kicks the floor with dissatisfied resolve. “SHIT!” he grunts as he runs over to the doorway and steps through.

  • Behold, The Handkerchief Substitute – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Behold, The Handkerchief Substitute – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …His nose screws up one final time as he stares back down at Dwight. “ARE YOU SURE!” Stewart spits though blood drenched teeth.

    Dwight nods his head furiously. “I-I-I, I am,” he stammers nervously back.

    “THEN GO! SAVE THE WORLD! DO WHAT MUST BE DONE AND I WILL BUY YOU THE TIME YOU NEED!” he bellows as he draws his swords free and looks over towards the oncoming horde.

    “Y-Y-You’ll never survive, n-n-not on your own,” Scully whimpers as she grabs at his torn sleeves.

    “I was never meant to get as far as I have, but now that I am I’ve realised death has been the only reward guaranteed from the onset of this FUCKED up journey. We both know it was never a matter of when, it was always a matter of how, and THIS is HOW!” he spits through clenched teeth as he casts an exhausted look down towards Scully, thrusting her away with an open hand. “NOW GO, LEAVE ME BEFORE WE ALL PAY THE PRICE!”

    Dwight pulls the gobsmacked Scully from the ground and hold the child back. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED!” Scully cries as she tries to free herself from Dwight’s ever tightening grip.

    Stewart blinks his eyes softly and nods his head in a slow rhythmic rhythm, before shaking it from side to side wearily. “I wish everything I said, I could promise.” he says as he looks out towards the horde as it closes in on their location. “But life ain’t like that..”

  • For He Who Forces The Feces – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    For He Who Forces The Feces – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    He squeezes his eyes tightly together while he pushes with all the strength that he has left inside his hobbled shell, as he forcefully tries for what could be the last time, to dislodge the obstruction that sits within the walls of his bowels. He grits his teeth together, hissing and spitting as the rage pent up within him escape through the canals between his teeth. His fingers grip the toilet bowls rim, he arches his head proudly towards the sky and drives his feet downwards, digging them into the floor below.

    A stuttered breath escapes his lungs as they collapse beneath the pressure. Then, as the light is sucked from within his weakened form an explosion cries out inside his brain, and he eyes shoot open with wild writing, written across them. A gasp is all he can manage as his body is overwhelmed by pulsating contractions that squeeze the throat of his arsehole tightly closed, then as quickly as it closes, it opens widely once more and he begins to push all over again, forcing that which is in, out.

    “Splendid!” a gravelly voice coos from the sidelines, with a gently clap of hands long since frail.

    “I-I-I, I DON’T N-NEED A-A FUCKING C-CHEER SQUAD!” Darren spits, as he casts a wild glance over to the robed geriatric that stumbles blindly around the room.

    “You say that, yet you still sit there lacking conviction with your desires, a conviction a cheer squad can help you achieve. I am that c….”

    “YOU’RE A-A PIECE OF SHIT, T-T-THAT’S WHAT Y-YOU ARE! A-A-A PIECE OF SLIMLY SMELLY S-SHIT W-WHO ONLY WANT’S THE SITUATION TO BENEFIT H-HIM AND NO O-ONE ELSE!” Darren snarls with teeth bared.

    He chackles loudly, “Ouch, have you been working on that insult for some time, or is it new?” the old man scoffs, displaying a mouthful of rotten teeth.

    “D-D-DO WE HAVE TO DO THIS NOW!”

    “What better time than now, you are latched onto your seat with persistent passion, and I, I have all the time in the world,” he says with another maniacal cackle.

    “T-THIS IS YOUR D-DOING, I-I-ISN’T IT? Y-Y-OU’VE PUT ME HERE!”

    “I’d love to take the credit for your current state,” he says with a broad smile across his wrinkly lips as he curtsies playfully. “But to this I am an innocent party.”

    “BULLSHIT! T-THIS HAS YOUR NAME WRITTEN ACROSS IT!”

    “You humble me with your beautiful words, I cannot take them. I suggest you turn that pity light of yours inwards and shine it upon the fragile corpse that houses your undying spirit. Maybe there you will find the true barer of your misdeeds.”

    “A-A-Are you t-trying to say a-all this i-is my fault?”

    He laughs a demonic cackle. “I am not trying to say anything else but that one thing. For you see, mankind has been a burden upon this plane of existence since the dawn of time, treading on what they perceive to be the steps towards the next level, when in reality each step you pathetic vermin make, is just another mindless step in the wrong direction. You should be digging down, not voyaging upward, for the true answers lie in the very ground you stand upon.”

    “W-W-WHAT THE HELL A-A-A-ARE Y-Y-YOU TALKING A-A-A-ABOUAAARRRRGGHHHHH!” he screams as another pulsating contraction takes over his body, and once gain he presses himself downward trying to force whatever is inside, out. At first a gas singes the hairs of his nose, quickly followed by the force of a thousand jet engines, and finally an explosion, as his arse erupts. His eyes open wide, and his jaw drops as a vacant expression crashes across his now pale face like waves of an angry sea.

    “How sweet the smell of rotten eggs,” the old man cackles as he fades from view as Darren topples from the toilet bowl, and to the titled earth below, his eyes void of life.

    Minutes pass into seconds before a shit laden hand grips the rim of the toilet, and a child pulls itself free from the bowls grip. He looks around the room, and down upon Darren’s motionless corpse.

    “D-D-Daddy?” the child stammers as it smiles broadly, displaying a mouthful of shiny sharp teeth.

  • That Was Never The Intent – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    That Was Never The Intent – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“To be honest, if that’s what we’re doing right now, I’ve never really known what the right answer was, whenever I was asked. So, I’ve always told a lie. I guess at first, I told myself it was because the lie was easier to believe than the truth, but of course, the longer time passed, the more I came to understand that it wasn’t easier, it was just easy.” he says softly as he bows his head and stares into his blood drenched hands, then after several short breaths allows the pent up tears he has held back for many years to be finally released. “YOU BASTARDS! CAN’T YOU SEE ME STANDING HERE! ARE YOU AS FUCKING BLIND AS THE CUNTS YOU LEAD UPON THE PLATOONS OF HELL ITSELF!” He bellows with furious vigour, before his words become lost within the tears of his own madness as he begins to sob loudly, and uncontrolled. Then as he draws one last staggered breath into his desperate fire filled lungs, he starts swearing from his belly and cursing the demons that swim in the air around him, as he manically casts out all the pain that has made him who he is on this day, and thrusts it towards them, until finally falling to his knees and dropping to the dirt in a huddled heap.…

  • Green Waters Not Cursed – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Green Waters Not Cursed – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …The green tinged water gently laps at the bath’s sides as he casually repositions his frail form for the fifth or possibly sixth time in as many minutes. An exasperated breath of air escapes Julian’s lips like a long gust of wind, that comes to an eventual stuttered end. He sucks in the next breath and the sound of loosened mucus tearing itself free from the inner linings of his throat fill the air, before it cascades down into his awaiting stomach. He coughs violently as he displays a scenery chewing display of overacting, before he squeezes his throat tightly shut as he tries to draw more mucus from within, then swallows again, using the fresh wads to flush the stuck particles into his belly.

    He hisses with a heightened awe of pride, allowing a smirk to ride itself across his lips as he looks casually up from his phone, and into the wide eyes of a bodiless entity that stares hastily back at him from the other end of the bath.

    His smile quickly fade as his mouth drops open and his phone slips from his hands and into the baths water below.…

  • So It’s Not The End – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    So It’s Not The End – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    The stars flicker high above him, stretching far and wide across the night sky to the furthest reaches that his eyes can see. A single tear squeezes itself free and escapes the grip of his eyes, gently falling across his cheek.

    “Don’t be sad, this is how it’s all supposed to end. Not with a scream, but a whimper,” she says as she squeezes his hand tightly.

    He looks over to her and smiles softly, cupping her chin in his enormous hand. “How can I not be, for someone must mourn what was lost. Someone must be witness to the wonders it once sought to show us.”

    She presses the palm of his hand against her face and kisses it gently. “Then why should it be you, haven’t you already done enough?”

    “I-I, I never meant for this to be, I just w-want to know the t-truth. I-I, I just asked why!”

    She smiles begrudgingly, and winks as she playfully pokes him in the ribs. “You think this is all your fault? You think everything is ending because you asked a throwaway question that everybody’s asked since the dawn of time?”

    “I know where you’re going with your point, and I’m humbled by your attempt at trying to soften the impact all this is having on me, but at the end of the day it’s lost.” he says sharply as he pulls his hand free from her and casts his gaze back to the heavens. “All those other worthless slackers out there you toss my coin in with never built a machine to ask their questions, whereas I did. I caused the end, by challenging the why, and for that I cannot be forgiven.”

    “Why must you be forgiven? Why must you accept the fate you are given? And why don’t you ask your machine if you destroyed existence with your question and see what answer it gives!” she spits, as she tightly clenched her hands into fists and digs her heels into the soil below.

    He chuckles softly, as he turns towards her with a disenchanted gaze upon his face. “Why ask a question I already know the answer to?”

    “You only think you do, asking it would let you truly know the truth, and in that you will be free!”

    “What are you rambling about! How can the truth possibly set me free, when I already know the answer?”

    “You only think you do, but the real truth is, is that your MACHINE is a failure, YOU’RE a FAILURE, and everything that’s happening now has nothing to do with you, or your failure of a machine!” she spits with a venom laced tongue.

    “Y-Y-You think I-I’m a f-failure?”

    She rolls her eyes and lets out a long-winded sigh. “FUCK!” she screams. “Is that ALL you took away from that?”

    “IT’S WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID!”

    “OH MY GOD! I know what I said, but you’re concentrating on the pointless part, instead of the whole reason I said something! I think your machine is a piece of junk, and the world was ending anyway!”

    “So why call me a failure then!”

    She screams loudly and laps upon him, grabbing him by the collar and shaking. “BECAUSE YOU FUCKING WELL ARE, NOW ASK YOUR FUCKING MACHINE IF YOU’RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE END OF THE WORLD!” she screams.

    “A-A-ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I-I-I’ll ask y-your god damn question, o-okay!” he stammers nervously as he pushes her away and pulls out a small device from his pocket.

    They stare at each other as he switches the device on and holds his hand out before him.

    “A-A-Am I responsible for the end of the world?” he asks loudly with trembling lips.

    Seconds pass before the device blinks, hisses and makes several high-pitched squeezes. “YES!” a disembodied voice declared across the cosmos above them, as the stares slowly burn out.

  • When The Shadow Does Not Fall – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    When The Shadow Does Not Fall – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“I know it’s trippy as FUCK isn’t it?” Jerome says with a broad grin upon his lips as he gently taps Paul in his arm.

    “H-H-How’s it d-done?”

    Jerome scoffs, “PFFFT! FUCKED if I know man, all I know is that it is. Everything else after that is purely fiction as far as I’m concerned, so you can tell your own story there.”

    “B-B-But doesn’t it w-worry you?”

    “What part of it should exactly worry me?”

    One of Paul’s eyes open wide with wonder, while the other eyebrow turns sharply down with curiosity. “A-A-ALL OF IT!”

    “All of it? Calm down there Highlander, there ain’t no need for there to be only one!” Jerome says with several layers of sarcasm dripping off his words.

    “W-W-What the FUCK does there being only one have to do with what were talking about? A-A-Aren’t you worried that you no longer have a shadow?”

    “Are you?”

    “I’M NOT ASKING ABOUT ME!”

    “I get that, I really do. But don’t you find that peculiarly unusual that you’re not?”

    “W-W-WHAT?” Paul spits as he shakes his head in disbelief and casts a confused wide-eyed glare towards him.….

  • A Seed In The Dark Grows Regardless – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    A Seed In The Dark Grows Regardless – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    “I TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW ABOUT PROJECT EARTH-FALL, AND NONE OF THE INFORMATION POINTS BACK TOWARDS US, NONE! I WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IN THE SLIGHTEST TO FIND THAT WHEREVER YOU’VE SOURCED YOUR LIES FROM IS PLAYING YOU LIKE THE FOOL YOU ARE! SO FOR THE SAKE OF YOURSELF AND THOSE WHO HAVE ALIGNED WITH YOU, YOU HAD BETTER DECIDE WHICH SIDE OF THE FENCE YOU TRULY STAND ON!” Director Chamber’s bellows haphazardly.

    Cain grips the arms of the chair that Director Chamber’s finds himself bound to with renewed vigour. “Tell me about item coded one-one-nine, Fools Gold?”

    Chamber’s eyes widen and a renewed sea of sweat breaks out across his brow. “A-A superstition spread by the lower drones o-of the organisation to explain t-things none o-of their fantasy based theories could e-explain.”

    Cain smiles sheepishly as he holds the screen of his asPhone XXII up for Chamber’s to see. “These are the results from eight hundred employees tested over a six-week period. Every single one of them have shown traces of this unusual anomaly, and the ones with higher levels of the substance all recently participated in company field trips that they can’t fully recall. Care to enlighten me on this?”

    “I-I-I, t-that could b-be any number of a-a…”

    “STOP FUCKING LYING!” Cain cries as he grips Chamber’s by the collar. “Clearly we’re dealing with a highly evolved type of amnestic drug that’s tailored to suit the needs of the organisation, and not the people working within the organisation itself.” he grunts through saliva drenched lips as he takes a long-winded breath through his nose and allows its deformed carcass out through his mouth. “My theory works on the pretence that there has to be some level of knowledge the higher we go up the tree, some level of awareness, and you are as high as they come, so if you’re not capable of answering the questions, maybe you’re not as high as we all assumed you are!”

    “Y-You’ve g-gone mad, a-all of y-yo…” But Chamber’s pleas are disregarded as Cain thrust a hand over his mouth, and a knee into his elbow, forcing his arm outstretched.

    “Let’s see how far down the rabbit hole this goes,” he grunts as he motions to Candice, who draws a needle from her field kit, and quickly takes a sample of Chamber’s blood. Cain releases his hold and takes a step back.

    “H-HOW DARE YOU! WHEN THE ORGANISATION HEARS ABOUT THIS, THEY’LL HAVE ALL YOUR HEADS ON A PIKE! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!” he spits as he looks at each of them. “HOW FAR DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ALL RUN, HOW LONG DO YOU THINK YOU’LL SURVIVE?”

    Cain smiles, “Someone has to tell them first.”

    Chamber’s brow furrows and his lips tremble. “I-I-Is that supposed t-to be a t-t-threat!”

    “No ones threatening anyone, yet,” he says as he turns to Candice, who nods her head.

    “He’s positive for one-one-nine, and I’d say by the levels that are in his system, that it’s been at least twenty-four hours since he was roofied.”

    Cain turns to Chamber and closes his eyes gently and lets out another breath. “So, who is above you?”

    “I-I-I,” he blinks several times before looking up at Candice. “Are you sure this one-one-nine is what you say it is?”

    “Without a doubt. The chemical makeup of one-one-nine mirrors many of those seen in your run-of-the-mill over-the-counter anticholinergics, but taken to obscene levels, which not only bring your acetylcholine levels to a standstill, but also target pockets of time. I think the more you are given, the more time you forget.”

    “And t-there would be no way to recall those memories after a-a subject has b-been given one-one-nine?” Chamber asks nervous.

    “Unfortunately, not. Once the chemicals take effect there is no reversing it, because as far as your brain is concerned that pocket of time never existed.”

    “C-Can your test g-give you an idea of how long a subject has been force-fed one-one-nine?”

    “The test shows certain markers, but it can’t give me an absolute, I’d need to take a scan of the brain and see if there is any bruising caused when one-one-nine is given to a subject.”

    Cain’s brow rises and he tilts his head to the side. “Why are you suddenly interested?”

    Chamber looks over to Candice, then back to Cain, his face void of expression. “Sixteen years ago I lost a little over three months of my life. I don’t know why it happened, and I don’t know what took place. Over the years I’ve tracked some of my movements, but they’ve never made sense.”

    “Were you working on any cases that seemed relevant at the time?”

    “That’s the thing, back then I wasn’t working for the organisation, I was working the streets as a beat cop, hoping to make Detective. But a couple of weeks after whatever happened, happened, my predecessor Director Gillard personally approached me to join the organisation as a case officer. He never really told me why I was chosen, he just said I was the sort of guy they needed, he needed. I always wondered maybe those missing three months had something to do with it. I mean,” he says as he leans back in his seat with a crooked smile across his lips, “with all the shit we’ve seen over the years, something probably happened, I just never knew how I could’ve forgotten it all, that was up until now.”

    “So, you’ll help us?” Cain asks.

    Chamber laughs, “I wish I could son, but I’m only one step above you in the food chain.” he says as the room is engulfed in a thick green gas, quickly rendering Cain and Candice unconscious.

    “Although I think I see in you what Gillard saw in me all those years ago, so maybe you can help me instead.”

  • The Hag Hides Here – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    The Hag Hides Here – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“Your descent into madness has clouded your judgment my lord, and that is something our cause cannot be subjected to,” Jacob hisses through tightly clenched teeth as he draws his blade and trains it upon where Luca’s crouched mass lies. “I must take control of our armies and complete what we as a people started!”

    A hideous cackle erupts from with the huddled form. “You think MY people will FOLLOW YOU!” he spits venously as he uneasily gets to all fours and casts a vicious glare upon Jacob. “You must be MADDER than I appear to BE if you think they will FOLLOW YOU!”

    “They have followed ME through dangers far grander than these, and they will follow me still, long after you are gone.” he hisses through clenched teeth.

    “A-And what of the w-witch? Do you think she w-will let you d-deviate from the p-p-path she has ordained?”

    “The WITCH will befall the same punishment you are about to be dealt! MY people need a leader who is making decisions for them, instead of themselves! My choices today will bring about a utopia tomorrow, filled with desires that ALL will be benefit from.”

    Luca laughs with a mocking tone, “Then she a-already has you!”….

  • Paired At Birth But Not Praised – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Paired At Birth But Not Praised – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …The woman screams in agony as her flesh melts from the bone, then she falls silent as she drops to the floor in a heap while a growing river of red swells beneath her. Kristina turns to Sammy quickly, her face flush and her eyes wide with terror and concern.

    “Y-You expect me to somehow follow that?” she asked with quivering lips.

    “I do not ask you for anything, I demand it!” he says with a deeply furrowed brow.

    “A-A-And w-what if I r-refuse? W-W-What then?”

    “Then the results will be identical to that which befell her, but instead of the artefact causing your demise like it did hers, it will be my hands that will snuff the life from your fragile frame.”

    She looks back to Lacy, who is now nothing more than a puddle. “I-I-I, I c-can’t. I-I-I, I c-c-can’t!”

    “Then, you will die.”

    “W-Won’t I anyway!”

    “That is a question I cannot answer, for the amulet chooses its victims at random.”

    “A-A-Am I a victim?”

    “Aren’t you all?”

    “D-D-Don’t you mean we?”

    He laughs softly, “We are far different, you and I.”

    “W-W-WE SHARED T-THE WOMB T-T-TOGETHER S-SAM! Y-Your no more a G-GOD than I am, a-and M-Mum and D-Dad r-raised you the s-same as t-they did me.…”

  • To Convince Who I Am – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    To Convince Who I Am – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …Jacob tilts his head to the side, and studies the image drawn before him in the sketchbook with an almost blasé bias, grinding his teeth gently together before gripping the paper and tearing it from its binding and proceeds to screw it up haphazardly.

    “Does it make you feel like a god?” a raspy voice coos in his ear with a stale breath. He twists around in his seat griping the side of his neck, kneading it furiously.

    “H-H-Hello?” he stammers nervously as his eyes search the room with a desperate wanting. “I-I-Is anyone t-there?”

    “No Jacob, I’m just your conscience finally finding my own voice.”

    His lips screw up in a sea of twitching muscle and he allows a faint chuckle to escape his throat. “I know the sound of my own conscience, and it is not you.”

    “Maybe the voice you’ve heard before is some twisted demonic presence, trying to molest you into an addled false sense of security which will allow it to turn its infestation into a full-blow possession.”

    He gently blinks his eyes three times before taking a relaxed breath. “Why should I believe you, when you could be attempting to do that very thing!”

    “Is it talking to you now? Is it telling you what to say?”

    “If you were truly my conscience, you would already know the answer.”

    “Touché.” the voice hisses in his ear.….

  • A Watched Kettle – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    A Watched Kettle – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …The droplets of sweat cascade down Stuart’s brow as his eyes widen, straining with terror. “A-A-Are you g-good?” he stammers, keeping his gaze firmly mixed on the small wooden statue at all times. Seconds pass into minutes without answer while the sweat grows in volume. He swallows a desperate mouthful of air and slaps his trembling lips together several times. “SANDY!” he spits.

    “WHAT!” she barks back.

    “HAVE YOU GOT IT!”

    “Not yet, I said give me a few FUCKING minutes.”

    “I’ve given you more than you F-FUCKING needed, and you’re s-still b-being an arse. I-I need Y-YOU with ME!”

    She leaps to her feet and looks over at him with a frown haphazardly painted across her face. “And I said I needed a FUCKING minute,” she spits as she proudly holds out two ends of separate power cords and thrusts them together with overacted flair. A low hum buzzes from the floor below and Stuart looks down at his feet without thinking, and his heart catches itself in his chest, as does the breath he was about to let out. An overwhelming sea of panic wash over him like a wave hitting a cliff face, and he quickly looks back up at the small wooden statue, which looks at him.….

  • The Wrong Place At The Right Time – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    The Wrong Place At The Right Time – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …He takes a long-drawn breath and forces a smile as he looks over towards Catherine. “I didn’t see you over there, let alone notice you, had you stayed silent I might not have ever noticed you. I would have turned, and walked away, leaving you to be the one to decide my fate.” he says with a dry southern accent, his words laced with charm and sarcasm.

    “I-I-I, I never saw a-anything.” she stammers with an obvious panic in her voice.

    His smile broadens. “I never said you did.”

    She swallows nervously. “I-I-I, I won’t t-tell anyone, ANYTHING!”

    “If you truly saw nothing, then there is nothing to tell, but to promise you would say you saw nothing, tells me you saw something.”

    She shakes her head vigorously. “N-N-No, n-n-no, I s-saw nothing! I-I-I SWEAR!”

    HE CROUCHES GEBTLY DIW BEFORE HER, which causes her to force herself further into the tight corner. “Why don’t you come out from your hidey-hole and let us talk like reasonable adults. I know you’ve seen something, you know I know you’ve seen something, so let us sort this out, before one of us has a little accident, and by us, I mean you, and by accident, I mean deliberate.” he sneers matter-of-factly….

  • A Day To Say Goodbye – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    A Day To Say Goodbye – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …He allows a smile to gently drift across his lips before he casts his gaze over to Sarah and Eve, for what he intends to be his final moments

    “You are stronger than you make yourself believe you are, you hide behind the lies as if they were true, but we both know they’re not. Open yourself up, and show the world who you truly are, for it will be glad you did,” he says as the smile quivers as his eyes drop down to meet Eve’s. “You look after her, and she’ll look after you,” he says as he turns back towards the pulsating void that slowly tears its way through space and time, towards him.

    “That’s it! Look after her, and she’ll look after me!” Eve spits. “No, I love you three thousand! No, you’re the best thing to have happened to us! No, you had me at hello!” She roars.

    He turns back to her with a furrowed brow, while a sea of sweat pours gently from his forehead. “W-What the hell are you talking about?”….

  • Fit In The Mouth Of Man – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Fit In The Mouth Of Man – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“If anyone’s swallowing anybody’s soul right now, it’s me swallowing yours!” Bobby cries as he thrusts a bloody pointed finger towards Fiona with a sneer across his face.

    “You do realise how ridiculous that sounds, don’t you?” she says with a bemused grin upon her pox ridden lips.

    “It doesn’t sound any worse than when you say it!” he spits back.

    He smile grows wider, tearing at the flesh as if it was paper, until her smile is from ear to ear. “The difference between you and I, is that I have no soul to swallow!” she says with an evil cackle.

    “THEN I’LL JUST HAVE TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE!” he roars as he push her away and opens his mouth as wide as he can.

    She tilts her head to the side and studies him with wide inquisitive eyes. “Are you sure this is a wise move? I mean, your mouth isn’t even getting any wider! What do you hope to swallow with that small opening, a frog?” she says sarcastically.

    “That’s what she said!” he says with a cocky smile.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” she asks with a furrowed brow.

    “Trust me, it sounded so much better in my head!”….

  • Next Big Thing – A 5 Minute Creepypasta – Smashwords July Free Book Promo

    Next Big Thing – A 5 Minute Creepypasta – Smashwords July Free Book Promo

    Dale raises his hands high in the air and smiles broadly. “There are many things in your life you are capable of, but of those things the greatest is to be here with me, to celebrate this moment!” He says as he turns to the gigantic screen behind him that shows a live feed from a camera that sits somewhere in front of him, allowing everyone in attendance to see the star of the show.

    He waves to himself jokingly, “Hello Dale!” He says enthusiastically to his big screen version.

    “Hello Dale,” he replies. “Do you want me to take things over from here?”

    Dale turns to the crowd who laugh as he makes a face and points at himself. “I’m sorry, but I thought this was my show?” He says.

    “It is your show Dale, don’t let me take that away from you. But I’m the you from two hours ago, who you pre-recorded to allow the grand story of what has gone on in the past, to be told without fault or failure.”

    “Are you saying, I don’t trust myself to tell the story correctly?” Dale asks.

    “That sounds about it,” the big screen version says, as the audience breaks out in louder laughter.

    “Oh well, I guess if I don’t trust myself, who can I trust?” Dale says with a smirk upon his face.

    “Well no one, obviously.”

    “So tell us Dale, what brought us here to this point today?”

    “I’m so glad you asked,” the big screen version of Dale says, as he looks out into the crowd. “At the beginning of the new millennium, a small veteran company that was on the verge of total collapse proceeded to make a giant leap forward in the mobile phone market when they released one of the first phones that included a camera. This movement revolutionised the market in ways no one would be able to understand, then more features were added until this little thing here,” he says holding up a small mobile phone, “was as powerful as this pile of now defunct pieces of equipment.” He says as the camera pans to an assortment of computers, cameras and other once highly sought-after electronic devices.

    “Since then man has strived to continue to update and over produce the next big thing, the next gigantic leap in technology. But so far, no one has managed to take that big step, no one that is until my team and I at AnySoftware did something magical. We have taken that next step, to take a phone beyond that of a phone. We have made the steps beyond that of simply adding and quadrupling camera lenses. We have created the final evolution of not only the humble mobile phone, but we have also upgraded ourselves.” He says to a thunderous applause.

    “Please you are too kind, you really are.” He says with a bashful smile on his face. “Now, I have to come clean. For you see, I’ve done some misdirecting at the beginning of the show. The little guy down there,” he says, pointing to the Dale who is on the stage. “That’s not actually me, it’s an actor by the name of Thomas Geard. Say hello Thomas?” He says.

    “Hello!” Thomas calls out, waving to the audience with a huge smile on his face.

    “Thomas steps in as my double from time to time when I have certain business needs that I can’t avoid taking care of, like today. Now before you get upset, I need you to understand what I’ve done for you today. I know many of you will find it hard to take the next step in our combined evolution, as it’s not that pretty to look at. Knowing that, I took it upon myself to personally have the new asPhone installed so I could show you just how it operates. Now without any more stalling, let’s give myself a warm welcome, as I show you the new asPhone XX!” He yells, the crowd roars to life with excitement as Dale fades away, and the screen focuses on a set of curtains that begin to part in the centre of the stage. The stadium falls silent as Dale awkwardly walks through the curtains, an asPhone surgically attached to his face, and two eyeball like camera lenses attached to his fingers. “We-Welcome to THE, THE, THE FUTU-FUTUREEE!!” He bellows.

    ***

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    Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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  • Less Than A Window – A 5 Minute Creepypasta – Smashwords July Free Book Promo

    Less Than A Window – A 5 Minute Creepypasta – Smashwords July Free Book Promo

    Howard wipes the cascading waves of sweat from his brow with his grease covered forearm and hisses sharply as a sea washes into his eyes. He tosses his tools to the side and grabs handfuls of his torn shirt, pressing it firmly against his face. “FUCKING idiot!” he spits aggressively, as he pulls the fabric away and blinks repeatedly, then presses it against his face again.

    She screams at him with an almost animalistic cry, and he casts a red eyed glare towards her, as she stretches her arms through the cage’s bars, trying to reach him. For a few seconds, when their eyes lock, she stands still and silent, staring at him as if she were somehow remembering who he was. Then as quickly as she stopped, she lets out a growl that comes from somewhere deep inside her stomach, and she launches herself forward once more.

    “I KNOW! I KNOW! I’m almost done my love, and soon, soon we can be together again as I promised you we would! I just need a few more moments, and then you can let go of that dying meat suit.” he mumbles to himself as he drags the fabric across his forehead and turns back to the open chassis that sits on the table before him. He grabs his tools once again, and rolls his head across his shoulders, cracking his neck loudly. A gasp of relief escapes his lips, and he shoves the grimy handle of a screwdriver between his teeth as he thrusts his fingers deep into the engine, squeezing an eye closed as his fingers desperately feel blindly around, trying to catch a grip of a missing wire that hangs somewhere beyond his reach. His teeth clench tightly around the screwdrivers handle as he struggles to reach the wire, and suddenly feels a piece of something chip away and fly randomly off somewhere within his mouth at exactly the same time as he finally grips the cable. With panicked desperation he pulls the cable up, and like a baby being sighted for the first time by its mother, he lets himself part with an exhausted smile as he feverishly plugs the cable into the chassis manifold. It’s then that the foreign piece of material inside his mouth finds itself caught in the back of his throat, which causes him to dry reach. As he does, he stumbles backwards and hits the cage. For several silent moments he stands there disorientated, before he spits what turns out to be a piece of tooth, to the ground. His eyes grow wide with surprise, and he shoves several fingers in his mouth, feeling around frantically at his back teeth, while she digs hers into his shoulder at the same time. He screams in agony, as he fights himself free of her grip, and crashes to the floor in a bloody heap. He turns back to her with a fevered glare, as the blood quickly runs from his cheeks.

    “W-W-What have you d-done?” he stammers as he gets to his feet and grips his shoulder gently, then hisses sharply with pain. “Y-Y-You’ve FUCKING k-k-killed me SUE!” he grunt as his face twists with pain. “You’ve FUCKING KILLED me and I’ve o-only finished you’re a-avatar, m-mine is still weeks i-if not months away f-from completion,” he says as he casts a wide-eyed gaze towards the curvy robot that lies before him, and the beginnings of another similar robot that lies on the table next to it. “GOD DAMN IT!” he yells as he grabs a curved piece of metal and locks it into place over the engine of the female droid, then turns to her with weary eyes. “I-I, I’m sorry,” he stammers as he grabs a long syringe which is connected to a laptop that has had several complicated upgrades made to it. He looks at her again as tears run down his cheeks and lets out a stuttered breath.

    “FUCK IT!” he spits as he strides over to her and grabs her by the head, and holds her tightly against the bars, as she bites him again. He screams in agony as he thrusts the syringe into the top of her skull and strikes a key on the laptop. She lets out a high-pitched cry, as the room is engulfed in lights of various colours, then her head explodes, and he goes crashing to the floor.

    The next few moments cascade into an overflowing handful of silent minutes without movement as the smoke slowly clears, until he eventually gets awkwardly to his feet, letting out a low animalistic growl.

    “Hush now my love, you have brought me b-ba-zzz-ck from t-the dead, s-s-so, so, so now it, it is my t-t-turn to be the strong one,” the now functioning robotic woman says before screaming a barrage of unintelligible words then severs his head from his body.

    ***

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  • Poster Boy For The Plague – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    Poster Boy For The Plague – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

    …“You don’t get to be saved! You don’t get to be absolved! You were the glue that bound the pieces together, not I!” Daniel bellows as he waves the shotgun around without care of consequence before training back on Sammy. “I never deserved your pity, WE never deserved your PITY! WE were fine without YOU! WE raised the bar to proportions unmatched by YOU! So sit there a TAKE it!” he spits through saliva drenched lips.

    “I never said those things, I nev…” But the words are not given the chance to form as Daniel smashes him across the face with the butt of the shotgun, before forcefully pushing the double barrels of the gun into his mouth.

    “I said for YOU TO BE QUIET!” he roars as he pulls the trigger.

    Sammy sits there with eyes tightly closed waiting for the bullets to explode out of the barrels and tear through his head, but they never come. For many silent moments he sits there with his eyes closed and the barrels firmly in his mouth…..