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Sonic Advance 4 (creepy pasta)

I still can’t believe it’s been a month since I came into contact with… IT... But it feels like a year... Even the mere mention of its name sends chills down my spine… Let me explain...
You see, I use to go to a school where you learn about programming, designing, and making your own video games and all that stuff. Well there was this one guy named Timmy in my class who was the total loner. No friends or anything, he just kept to himself and only spoke when someone asked him something. But he would never answer questions about his personal life, which I can understand. Anyway, we were both paired up to do a pSonic Advance 4 (creepy pasta)6 hours ago in Short Stories

FamilyFamily
"How much do you love me, Mother? How much did Father love me?" the child giggled.
"I-I love you very, very much!!" his mother cried.
"How much did Father love me, Mother?" he urged harshly, tightening the grip of his hand on the blood soaked scissors. The crying woman shook her head with fear and anguish. Her husband's blood splattered around her and spraying from the broken arteries in his neck.
The lights began flickering in the small motel room and the child's eyes filled completely with a blackness that rivaled the darkest abyss.
"How much did Father love me, Mother?!" the demonic boy screamed, raising his bloodied hand whicFamily17 hours ago in Short Stories

Rage QuitAn angry breath quickly left his lungs as he sat there, his body still but barely kept in check. His fingers where clenched tightly into a fist and his foot tapped a rapid rage filled rhythm on the floor. His eyes cast to and fro in front of him, scanning for anything that would fix his problem, a breath away from jumping out of his chair and breaking the closest object in range of his flailing fists. His hand moved forward again, sliding over the smooth pad in front of him, controlling the thing he desperately wanted to work. White teeth poked out from under his top lip and gnawed at the innocent one below, chewing at the tender flesh as hisRage Quit17 hours ago in Short Stories

Little Raven Flies AwayI am now, sort of free from my experience of my past. The past I had never seemed to like me very much. I was the priest's daughter with my mother. Everything was fine there and there. Oh, sorry I didn't give you my name. It's Paige Raven. My mother called me Little Raven. She was a wonderful mother. Like no one could have. Her long hair flew with the sweet wind in her garden she made. She put her heart and soul into it. I never seen one like it. It was so peaceful... Until things got worse. I'll tell you this. It still haunts me till this day. Enjoy my tale. How this Little Raven, flies away.
It was another night int he Raven home, Father Joseph was working late at the church on that Friday. Preaching away as at home, Margo Raven was tucking in her little girl.
"Now now my Little Raven, God always will find away." she spoke as she strokes her little head.
Paige was only around thirteen years old, she was coming of aLittle Raven Flies Away6 hours ago in Short Stories

The Night Of The Crow (pt7)

i looked at him still quite confused, he laughed. "why so serious? it's only death, it's not like you haven't met him before!" he held a new shiver knife in his hand, blood stained his close, and face. with in seconds, the knife had priced me in the chest. i grit my teeth and growled. "you don't like to go down with out a fight do you?" he chuckled "这将是有趣翻录你除了" he scratched my face. i could feel my warm blood drip into my dry mouth. "you have ice eyes you know? i kind of want to rip them out, but since i want you to see me rip your organs out. or what's left of them" he slammed the knife into my left eye, i trembled trying to hold back from screaming. i covered my eye socket, and look at his knife. my bloody eyes slid off it. "现在你有一个理由去使用你的头发来掩The Night Of The Crow (pt7)17 hours ago in Short Stories

Death of a Madman13 hours ago in Short Stories

VoicesVoices

They started very quietly, whispering to him in the night. He didn't even really hear them at first. He just felt them in the back of his mind. They were just a little brush against his consciousness.

Slowly, he grew aware of them. The voices murmured their secrets in his ear.

Soft, but terrifying.

Seductive, and evil.

He listened in the quite of the night as the voices revealed the awful truths of existence. He shuddered at the horror of the madness of reality.

The voices battered and caressed him with their words. He could not resist them.

The voices became louder.

He heard them during the day. They covered the voices of peopVoices19 hours ago in Short Stories

Monster of the Lake - Adrian's Story Chap 2I looked up at him from under the clear lake water.
'What does he mean by Demon? Am I really the Monster of the Lake?' I thought. "What I mean by demon," he started, as if answering my thoughts, "is that's what I call myself. And yes, people have begun calling you the monster of the lake. Don't worry, I can read thoughts, you don't have to speak." I looked at him skeptically, but tried to shrug off the sentence. 'Why would you want to be friends?' I thought, testing the claim. "It's because I find you interesting," LuLu giggled, "I love interesting things. You're the first thing I've found was interesting that isn't human."
'That is flatterinMonster of the Lake - Adrian's Story Chap 219 hours ago in Short Stories

AMOR OSCURO PART4La creatura comienza a cambiar de forma mientras se aproximaba a la chica, cuando estaba 2 metros e ella, su forma termina en una persona pero aun la oscuridad no mostraba su rostro, Velizb estaba algo inquieta mete su mano en el bolsillo de la chaqueta en donde sujeta el cuchillo, la silueta masculina se detiene y dice:
-Eres una chica muy valiente, sobre todo cuando golpeaste a ese sujeto.
Velizb todavía seguía asustada sin decir nada.
El sujeto dice: Aunque ese chuchillo que agarras con fuerza no va a funcionar conmigo, lamentablemente.
Velizb se asombra de lo que escucha y dice:
-¿Como…como, supiste eso?
La cAMOR OSCURO PART419 minutes ago in Short Stories

Ignore its PresentsWhat if i told you, that shadow that you see scattering across your room in the corner of your eye, the shadow at the end of your light-less hallway, or even at the beginning or end of your dark staircase wasn't your imagination. Don't try to tell your self its nothing because you know its not. Your not seeing things, your not going crazy. It wants you to acknowledge it and it feeds of of your fear of knowing its there. Don't. I'm warning you, don't pay any attention to it or even think about it. If you do, the more stronger it gets, the more its able to be free to cause harm to you.
IGNORE ITS PRESENTS. Before its to late.Ignore its Presents39 minutes ago in Short Stories

TroldehulletDer er et hul i hækken. Et troldehul. Det ved Nico godt. Storebror siger at om aftenen kommer troldene frem af hækken og bortfører små drenge der er vågne efter sengetid. De tager dem hen til deres hule for at koge og æde dem. Nico græd og sagde at det ikke passede. Mor skældte storebror ud og strøg Nico over håret og sagde at han ikke skulle være bange: der er ingen uhyrer. Men Nico ved godt at troldene er rigtige, selvom han lader som om han tror på mor. Han stirrer mistroisk på det mørke hul i hækken under de store fyrretræer hvis skygger luder ind i haven. Nico rækker tunge af troldehullet og vender trodsigt siden til. Nico er ikke bange.Troldehullet2 hours ago in Short Stories

Disturbing TFs I Never Wrote Disturbing TFs I Never Wrote

by Kit-The-Wolfy

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Revenge: Seal TF

A... dark counterpart to Wolf-Prince-Leon's "Why Pranks Are Not Liked". A boy named John meets his new classmate, Nicky (who is a shy, nervous kid) and gets offended when Nicky has trouble talking to him. Unfortunately, his anger gets out of hand, turning into a burning desire for revenge on Nicky due to the percieved slight. One day, he finds a spellbook and uses its dark power to turn Nicky into an arctic seal pup. But one thing he doesn't count on is that Nicky is a magician himself, with two demonic assistants, who are NOT happy with what Josh did to Nicky. As revenge Disturbing TFs I Never Wrote 2 hours ago in Short Stories

Basketball Hoop Story Opening the squeaking gate of the graveyard is loud...so loud the bats all around shriek to one another, because of the noise. Row by row, the headstones are perfectly lined, but an open spot, holds a weird secret, a secret from 1600 to today, a pole taller than a skyscraper, and a back board the size of our earth stands silent, the net is torn to shreds, and a piece of rope that don't belong there hangs, and softly blows in the wind. The sky is black...and it grows cold. The secret's past is of a young man, he had cebrel palsy....it was very sad, he could walk, but his speech was messed up...his father abused him, and his mother died when he was very young...people would tease him, one night he had enough, he made his way to the lonely basketball hoop, which now stands in the center of what is now a graveyard. He somehow climbed up the large pole, tied the rope around his neck, and tied it on the rim of the net...nobody didn't really care about him, and never boBasketball Hoop Story1 hour ago in Short Stories

Interduction of Evil There was once a book. It was said to be old and musky smelling. That it was bond in human skin and it's pages yellowed with age. There was no title. There never needed to be a title. Everyone knew what the book possessed with a single glance. It made a shiver creep up your spine. What was more sought out then the book it's self, was the contents of the book. Suppose ably, written in an elegant script, was the secret of true evil.

I've heard evil was many things. That it came in all shapes and sizes. I heard evil was the devil, Hitler, and pedophiles. Whether these assumptions are correct, I do not know. Only the book knows.

After years Interduction of Evil3 hours ago in Short Stories

Want a ride?He stood in the already hot parking lot. His eyes looked through his 80's themed sunglasses down at the cracked concrete under his feet. With the tip of his white Nike sneaker, he ran his foot along one of the many cracks that allowed a few patches of grass and one weed to pop through. The condensation dripped from his mildly cold soda that he bought from the vending machine beside him. To make up for the loss of time, he would glance over his shoulder to the mechanic garage and watched as his little silver car sat above the ground on expensive hydraulic jacks. His eyes studied the old man mechanic laying underneath the car and heard the clicking sound of a wrench. Cars buzzed by on the highway and a warm breeze ran through the dry East Texas country side.
"Excuse me." Said a strange cracking voice from his left side.
The man turned to see a young man, no older than sixteen. He wore a dirty old t-shirt and a pair of tattered blue jeans. He was not skinny or fat, just right in theWant a ride?5 hours ago in Short Stories

Limezero- The EndNarrator: Lime
Lime
Knuckles
Rouge
Taymen
Gab
Chaos Zero
Mentioned:
Tikal

Narrator: Ever since the last time Chaos Zero was with me, I didn't see much of him lately. I started to worry, like girlfriends do. I couldn't go see him, because he mentioned what a Time Paradox was. I didn't want to break that rule, so I couldn't see him. The only way of communication with me and Chaos was with Knuckles. I went to Angel Island to go see him. I trusted that he wouldn't tell anyone, but Chaos what I said.

Lime: *walks up the stairs to the Shrine* Hi, Knuckles.

Knuckles: *laying on the Master Emerald* Huh? *gets up, walks to the top of the staircase,Limezero- The End7 hours ago in Short Stories

Summer's Night"I'm telling you Edith, for the last time, there is absolutely nothing in your room!" Father's voice boomed at the small fragile girl.
Whimpering softly, as tears mixed of fear and sadness streaked down her cheeks, rolling off of her chin. "B-but father..."
"No 'but father's. I'm sick and tired of going into your room and seeing nothing wrong. Edith, you're six years old, I suggest you act like one."
Grown ups just don't understand. Sniffling miserably, the pale girl wiped the clear tears from off her reddening face.
It was a hot summer day, and the sun was finally starting to set. Edith hated when the sun would set.
Her father already had lSummer's Night8 hours ago in Short Stories

Beelzebub Likes Cold Places Dripping. The relentless noise came from the minibar near the foot of my bed. Frustrated and exhausted, I reached the lamp on my nightstand and flicked the switch. The sudden brightness forced me to shut my eyes. As they adjusted to the abrupt light, I dragged myself to the minibar and opened its door. I saw my impressive array of sodas and a sopping, yellow post-it note. I held it and squinted at the atrocious, black writing that read, Do you know where Salem is? Salem was our cat. This was probably a gift from my dumbass brother, Jeff. Maybe he was trying to pose as a poltergeist again. I didn't love his pranks, but we got along pretty well and I'm a relaxed person, so I ignored it. It was just a stupid joke. But, what yielded the dripping noise? Was it the note? Whatever the noise had been, it ceased, and that was enough for me. If Salem actually was in peril, he would have to wait until morning. I returned to my bed, tossed and turned for an eternity, and eventBeelzebub Likes Cold Places8 hours ago in Short Stories

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