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I AM... Agent 13 Chapter 1Chapter 1- In the warm night.
The moon was just peering over the awning in the square of a quiet little town just outside of Ruby Falls as a young girl, about sixteen years old or so strolled by, listening to the iPod her mother bought her the morning prior to this. She stopped in a hollow halt as a man in his twenties or so sat on the corner, gazing at the cats playing on a nearby balcony. She sheepishly peered at him to see the way he looked in the dim street light above them. His hair was a dark brown, perhaps an oak tint. His right eye was a darker brown and his left was cradled behind a black strip of fabric. His skin color was an average Caucasian white and wore a slim black suit like a formal buisness professional. He tore his sight from the cats for a moment to examine his sudden guest before getting back to the playful pair. She wore a Sapphire blue hat over her light brown hair, like a autumn leaf shade. She bared Emerald green eyes and fairly tanner skin, wrapped up in a loo
The True Nightmares By Dillon HowellThe True Nightmares by Dillon Howell
I love reading Creepypastas. The chills, the questions, the unknown... It's all gold in my eyes in a way, but I have a story I must share with you that will change you just like it did me.
It was a fun day at my mom's house when I was about seven or eight. It was about five days until Christmas and my sister and I were ecstatic. We wondered so deeply about what we may get this year. After a while, I got so eager I started to hop up and down on my bed as hard as I could while my sister went to get a drink. I stopped when my mom opened the door, tears in her eyes. At that moment, I went numb. It's after December now and i'm standing beside my uncle's coffin. The car crash made him look so much worse than I would've believed. After the service ended, his fiance gave me an old Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time cartridge for the Nintendo 64 he gave to me the birthday before. I was shaken. He NEVER let anyone touch this cartridge. He let me watch him play
Mario Party: The Descent
Mario Party: The Descent by Dillon Howell
One night, me and a friend, nicknamed Luna because of her resemblance and characteristics of Luna from MLP:FiM, decided to play an new N64 ROM hack called Mario Party: The Descent. I believed it looked good on the site's screenshots and asked her to join me for a quick test run before I choose to keep it or destroy it. As I loaded the rom, Luna slightly twitched at what she said was pure excitement. When the game finished loading, I noticed the color of the game was duller and had the title "Mario Party The Descent" in a jaded, block-like font in only grey letters, kinda like the ones on the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door. I was ready to test my skills at this "harder than any Mario hack", but Luna asked me if I was sure I was okay with it and shifted slightly as we went straight to the versus mode,as if it chose for us, in a once again normally shaded game rules pipe. It was when the game dropped us on the game map we noticed what made it
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
I looked around. Nothing was in sight, apart from the lush trees and greenery of the Amazon jungle. My little sister Evie tugged at my hand, her thumb in her mouth. ‘I wanna go home, Jade.’ She said, taking it out and looking at me nervously. I smiled slightly at her and swallowed. We had been stranded in the jungle for two days after the plane crash which our parents died in, and I wasn’t sure if we had a home now. ‘Me too, Evie.’ I whispered, slowly walked over to the little shelter I had built for us and sat down. I plucked a berry from the bush next to it, while Evie followed me and sat down in my lap, cuddling up to me. I pretended the berry was an airplane, and was about to pop it in Evie’s mouth when I heard a noise. Something was coming.
I turned around and screamed. A creature was lurking in the shadows, getting closer by each step. E
La TormentaSonó un trueno que retumbó por todo el monte, iniciándose así una brutal tempestad. La chica corrió cuesta abajo, asustada, con un único objetivo. Debía encontrar refugio antes de que las arpías de la tormenta, monstruosas criaturas que atacaban a los caminantes inocentes que no encontraban cobijo a sus tormentas. Descubrió un atajo entre unos matorrales. No sabía a dónde llevaba, pero si era a un pueblo, entonces convenía tomarlo. Estaba demasiado resbaladizo para correr por él, así que, sin importarle su vestido fino y elegante, se sentó e impulsó su descenso monte abajo.
Un rayo cayó amenazadoramente sobre el pico del monte, iluminando todo a su alrededor con una tenebrosa luz amarilla. La chica volvió a tomar impulso y siguió deslizándose, asustándose más a cada centímetro descendido. Oía los graznidos de las arpías, el zumbido de sus alas acerarse a to
Stormy NightBOOM! The sound of thunder from the outside startled me as I set out the snacks for tonight. I checked outside hoping it hadn't started raining yet. The clouds looked grey, almost as if they were going to burst from all the water they held inside. I started to worry that my friends wouldn't make it in time. Then just as I was about to call them to hurry to my house, my doorbell rang. I opened the door, and sure enough there they were. My two best friends that I have know our whole lives. They were my neighbors and they're siblings, with Asher being the oldest by two years. Their names were Maureen and Asher. We decided to watch a scary movie marathon, since my house had the biggest TV and our parents were gone for their getaway.
"Come on in, before you guys get soaked from the rain." I said as I practically pulled them into my house. I took one last look outside before closing the door. Thunder roared, but still not a drop of rain fell.
"Are we gonna watch some scary movies
Historias Cortas, Titulos superextrarchi Largos-Papá? Acabo de darme cuenta...
-Hum? Darte cuenta de que?
-La guerra que esta asolando nuestras tierras. No somos necesarios aquí! Aceptar esta alianza con los demonios ha sido un error, estamos peleando en nombre
de lo incorrecto. Las fuerzas de luz estan acercandose. Vienen a por nosotros!
-JAJAJA! Mi querido hijo! Debes saber, los demonios solo quieren purificarnos a nosotros y a nuestro mundo. La verdadera maldad radica en los corazones de luz:
aquellas personas que no quieren aceptar el cambio y...
-Padre. Tenemosyy que salir de aqui! Aun hay tiempo para escapar! Podemos comenzar de nuevo, una nueva vida, lejos de aqui!
-Oh, querido. Parece que necesitas tus "medicinas" de nuevo.
-Los demonios nos han estado manipulando, nos obligaron a hacer su trabajo sucio! Que no te das cuenta?
-Muy bien chico. Ven aqui.
-No, padre! Sueltame! No más, no mas medicinas! Te lo ruego, porfavor!
Exit Sign The world was spinning. Like a necklace spun around a finger; each revolution getting smaller and smaller until it stops. There had to be some way off this ride. The faint smell of Aqua Velva sat in the in air. Canon in D major was drifting down the hallway or up it; rising and falling into nothing. My knuckles were red as apples. What had I gotten myself into?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out. It was supposed to be better. Everything had gone according to plan. Was this just the final step of the plan? I can’t even remember what the plan was.
I was in a hallway but I could not tell which way was which. A subtle fog was hanging, blocking my view. I could feel a wall near me. A sign half way up the wall read B3. There was a door next to the sign but no handle. Farther down the hallway I could barely see another sign that read B6. I kept stumbling, forever looking for a door that didn’t exist. The hallway continued for w
Lost Remains and MemoriesI'm very cold and lonely, like always. I have been stuck here for so many years I have done lost count. I walk the cold cement ground, my toes aching with frost bite. I look at the ground and saw nothing, just scatters pieces of who I am, or at least who I was. My remains remind me of that awful time. I sighed thinking about it again; I wished someone could have heard my screams and pleas. But when I was screaming no one could hear. I felt so ashamed; so terrified. I trusted someone I thought was everything to me because without them I felt like nothing.
I thought I couldn't live without them; I guess I see now who's living now. No one will ever understand how much it hurts; that someone could be that Important and betray me like that. But even as I look back at that time I wish I could play it over again. So maybe I could have the good. I heard a rustle I looked far from me. I saw a woman holding her jacket close to her, frantically looking for something. Her nose was red and it was c
The Last Of LightThe Last Of Light
The walls got tighter and the corridor chilled his very core as a noble Cry made his shaky way down to the stairs leading himself to the ground floor of the once beloved home of a dear friend of his since childhood. They had grown apart long before the sudden disappearance of the said friend and Cry went to visit him the night mere moments before he heard the news. With each loud creak of shifting floor boards, he found himself more shaken than he once began. 'I feel like every wall is plastered with eyes. What happened here that made this all so surreal only hours ago?' As he tried in a seemingly vain attempt to grasp logical causes, he was greeted by an eerie tone of footsteps coming down the hall, by the sound of it, just a few feet away! Cry slowly turned his head as horror struck him so hard, he could scarcely mutter a single sentence before feeling stiff to his very soul, "What have you done,...?"
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