#trauma

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We Made the Past Our Playground

Doomspiral Daydreams

in #horror • 1 year ago

I last saw my girlfriend around seventeen years ago. Although for me, it was last week.

50 min 50 min 4.9 11 11

Tag, Youre It

Angelina Gut

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

I used to think grown-ups always knew what was right. They seemed to have all the answers, like they were in control of everything. Back then, I thought there were rules for how things worked, even in little moments—like the way someone should look at you, or how a touch was supposed to feel. But nobody ever explained what it meant when something felt… different. When a look lingered too long, or a hand stayed where it shouldn’t.

6 min 6 min 4.3 3 3

The Jewett City Vampires

TheGlawackus

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

“I’m going blind,” I told my wife when we moved to our new gothic-style home in Griswold on a breezy day in early April. It was a wedding gift from my estranged father —a beautiful two-story structure with pointed arches, board-and-batten siding, large stained-glass windows, and a steep-pitched roof that gave the illusion of a medieval tower. Before my gradual onset of blindness, Samantha and I loved looking at homes from this era. Now, our beautiful new home was a blur, another milestone I…

46 min 46 min 4.8 4 3

The Secret of My Family Home

NoSleep TV

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

For as long as he can remember, he's had dreams where he feels completely unable to move. In these dreams, he sees only darkness and hears whispers—soft, yet relentless. As the dreams are about to end, he often experiences sleep paralysis, which only prolongs his torment, making the nightmare last even longer.

7 min 7 min 4.4 4 1

Bury Your Memories Deep

NoSleep TV

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

I was always told to stay out of the old garden behind the house. My parents kept saying it was unsafe, overgrown, and full of thorns. I believed them, as children believe their parents. When I grew up and moved back into the family home after they passed away, I decided to clear out that forgotten space. I wanted to reclaim it, make it mine.

2 min 2 min 4.3 2 0

Diplopia

fredkramer2125

in #thriller • 2 years ago

“How the hell am I supposed to memorize all of this?” I texted my girlfriend. Century-old floorboards creaked beneath me as I paced back and forth nervously. “It’s gonna be fine,” she responded. “You got this.”