#scary

Feel the relentless heartbeat of fear as shadows dance with the unknown, offering the best spine-tingling tales. Expect eerie atmospheres, chilling suspense, and the thrill of the unexpected.

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The Devils Fortune

FishermanTales

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

In the flickering light of the torch, the old gold shimmered with a mesmerizing allure, a testament to the treasures of a bygone era. At long last, the avaricious seekers had found their prize, their hearts consumed by an insatiable hunger for wealth. "We shall be rich beyond measure," declared Sir Hampton with a triumphant laugh, his fingers greedily digging into the mounds of golden coins.

5 min 5 min 4.5 0 1

Be My Witness.

zombieballer

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

This story is about a young guy named Finn who lived and survived in a dark thick forest where snow fell often and anything that could move was still and frozen. Finn was ice fishing with his regular gear, near a hut he had found which was made from tree bark and vines growing over a structure formed from ice. He smiled as he reeled in a large catch, and he began to dance. However he slipped on the ice and hit his head on a rock. Looking around for any witnesses of his embarrassment, he saw…

5 min 5 min 3.6 0 0

Time is Running Out

zombieballer

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

I need to be extremely clear to you that this is real. There is nothing fabricated in what I am about to tell you. There are what I can only describe as zombies out there, making their way to you right now.

7 min 7 min 4.3 6 0

Friday

zombieballer

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

I have to write about this here because if I tell anyone in my life they will not believe me. I need to purge myself of these memories, I must share them with you.

8 min 8 min 4.6 3 3

Female Fear

zombieballer

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

It started in the girls' changing room after gym. Standing on the cold tile floor while scrubbing off the sweat with a wet wipe. I’ve been here so many times my movements are automatic, almost involuntary, whilst I am in my own mind, milling the minutes until next period.