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Majestic predators roam through eerie landscapes, weaving tales of survival and suspense. Dive into the best animal stories where nature's dark side unveils unexpected dangers.

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Fools Gold

Cornconic

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

Here they come, around the corner, sliding into the driveway in their family sedan. They’re back from the market, the father’s pockets no doubt lined with fresh 50s. The tires roll easily along the gravel, and I pray that lying somewhere in that collection of pebbles and stones is a glass shard, or a rock sharp enough to pierce the tires.

9 min 9 min 4.2 0 2

A Sense of Beauty

Cornconic

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

“What’s up with her, Sammy?” Steven grunted, puffing on his half-burned cigarette.

7 min 7 min 4.2 1 0

The Grim (Black Shuck)

TechniGoth

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

It was a dark, foggy night, as it really should be whenever something eerie happens. I was walking from my dad’s house over to my mom’s. I’d had a fight with my dad about something, the topic of which I’ve since forgotten, and realized at 17 years old that I was old enough and capable enough to walk alone back to my mom’s house, instead of stewing in my room at dad’s. Besides, both of my sisters were asleep already, so I wasn’t worried about them not getting their homework done or needing help…

14 min 14 min 4.8 10 4

Porcelain

Robertscream

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

The following document is from a journal found in an abandoned mental facility. Please note that the probability that any of this is real is low, and most likely the result of the patient's broken mind. I doubt anyone will believe me, I doubt any of you who might have stumbled upon this will even care afterwards. This is my story. I’m writing this down because somehow that thing got in here. I don't know how much time I have, maybe an hour, maybe a few seconds before it breaks the door down.

7 min 7 min 4.9 6 11

Growl

Niklas Alparos-Lilah

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

My dog has always been kind of overexcited, running up and down the corridor, jumping all over our guests, relentlessly barking, and so on. I'm aware it's probably my fault for not being strict enough and encouraging this type of behaviour when he was a puppy. However, over the past few days, he has been very quiet. A bit too quiet. He's always hiding under the bed or behind the curtains, and sometimes, he even tries to hide under our linens, which is unusual since he's never been allowed on…