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Revenge of a Broken Man

in #thriller • 2 years ago

That night, the words of my father lingered on… “Son, never allow wrongdoing without vengeance. Each time someone crosses you, don't simply double-down, but make them pay threefold – they crossed you even if they didn't have to!” …that night, after I finally found him…for so many years he's kept himself hidden under a fake identity, a different address, with his wife and kids. Who would've even thought this man could live a life so familial, so ordinary, so fake?

13 min 13 min 4.6 2 1

I Didn't Listen

in #creepypasta • 4 weeks ago

When I read the articles about him. I spent three weeks looking through my window. I was terrified by the thought of him being in the woods. I thought it was hunting me at first, trying to get me into a tragedy; it wanted me to suffer, but I was entirely wrong. I know, what a way to start, but I have been suffering from sudden explosive nosebleeds and migraines.

10 min 10 min 0 3

Late Dinner

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

I was driving down the highway thirty three past midnight. I was trying to go as fast as possible without breaking the speed limit. The last thing I needed was a cop following me when I was driving a stolen car, had a dead man in the trunk, two shotguns, a handgun in my strap and a bag full of cash in the passenger seat.

5 min 5 min 6 0

I Love the Rain

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

I love the rain. I love how it seems to make everything feel… better. Smoother, somehow. Most people just enjoy the idea of rain. They like the sound it makes on the windowpane, or the cathartic feeling it gives. But it seems few actually enjoy the rain itself.

2 min 2 min 4.4 7 2

I Think Im Dying Right

in #horror • 11 months ago

I think I’m dying. Not in a cancer way, not a depression way. I’m not bedrotting, I don't think. I’m just dying. Like I can feel that the tanks that hold my blood, I feel them emptying. I feel wetter, heavier on the outside, lighter inside. Am I dying? I can’t even tell. It’s never happened before. Usually, there isn’t a before with dying.

17 min 17 min 1 0

Bunny Man October 78

in #creepypasta • 7 months ago

“Dude, SHUT UP!” “What?” “Yeah, he’s right so please shut up. You’ve been telling the same exact setup, it is always something like someone just hunting a guy down and then everybody dying. Be original for once.” My friend, let’s call her Lucy, said to Jake. I threw my head back and laughed as I put the melted marshmallow inside the s'mores, broke chocolate bars, and slid them inside of the graham crackers.

8 min 8 min 4.3 1 1

Liber Kiffmet — An Occult Dream Of Sorts Gone Bad...

in #horror • 7 months ago

Liber Kiffmet — An Occult Dream Of Sorts Gone Bad With Dope & Weed © Andre Michael Pietroschek (if you must, pronounce Pee-tro-shack), all rights reserved Disclaimer: No warranties! This story idea is fictitious, not real, and was inspired by some episodes of the Frozen Frights podcast. Meanwhile, me going nostalgia-lane on the young adult memories is part of this story's surrealism.

14 min 14 min 1 0

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