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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
MGM Gate 1 (Part 11)
Being a reporter, a lot of cops knew Mary Fertile. She was in and out of the police station, either in trouble or, reporting or getting news about something her company wanted to broadcast.
At hearing the helicopter approaching from the sky, Hanz as well as the others started to peer down the hall at the front lot. They saw the fire and sulfur shimmering upon the posted flares guiding the helicopter down to their destined area. The helicopters main rotor was blowing debris up like a gloomy cloud, the smoke was even rolling into the interior of the zoo. The only thing they could see at this point was paramedics brisk walking across this, polluted somber sunset'ish scene, that seemed to vibe its own genre of horror and depression.
"I want to know who's in charge here!" declared Officer Haast.
"I am," Lucas answered.
"Okay, good, answer the first... question," Haast told him intimidatingly.
"Where is this animal?"
"It was a lion, about three years old. Somebody must have taken
Cat Взгляд напротив.
На часах уже полночь. Унялись привычные звуки городского быта: не гудит кран, замолкли многочисленные соседские дети. Ночник заливае
Running Out of Time Chapter 8
Aline sighed as Dean drove the Impala over to the Morton House. It had been a few weeks since Sam found out about her deal and the fact that she was a half-demon (he figured it out on his own a week later when she attempted to perform an exorcism).
Grand Funk's “We're an American Band” was playing on the radio.
She looked out the window staring at nothing in particular before spotting a light from a flashlight that looked to be aimed at the chain link fence in front of the house. “Hey, I think I see someone!” she stated, pointing at the fence.
Sam pulled out a flashlight of his own as Dean slowed the car to a crawl. He aimed the light at the fence. Aline stuck her head out the open window and looked around, making sure to look at the fence. The light had disappeared.
“Weird,” she muttered as they drove out of sight of the fence. “I coulda swore I saw someone.”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kind
The Curse of the Diaper pt.13The Curse of the Diaper pt.13
The three babies awoke groggily in the hot-pink nursery. Toys that had been thrown about and played with lay sprawled and dead across the room. It seemed the only thing that was alive in the room was a figure standing at the front of the room. Her cute, curly blonde hair ran just past her shoulders and "Rosie" was now sporting a rather tight tube top to show off her marvellous assets, and a pair of stunning shorts. Her makeup was done flawlessly, complementing her eyes, mouth and complexion to the extremes. It was a shame her perfume was drowned out by the smell of overused diapers. But nothing could get her down. Today was the day.
The three: Lucy, Mai and Josephine, limply turned their heads from their large cots to see Rosie.
'Once we've conducted a little diapey change, I have something to show you.'
Rosie waved her hands and a grand door appeared behind her. A twisted, golden vine patterned its way about
Diary of imaginationHello, its me. Mrs.Ravana. I thought I wouldn't be here talking about my daughter anymore but I just felt as if I just needed to talk about this. Ever since we got our daughter back, things have been different. We brought her home after that horrible night and she didn't seem to remember anything about herself. I mean....well she didn't remember her room.
I found it odd but she adapted. When she came from that hospital, she liked dolls and the color pink. She liked to have her nails in nice bright colors. Yellow shoes and happy things. Like having a design of the sun on her shirt or some kitty cat prints on her....Oh wait, that was my thing.
Anyways, that's not the point. She would sometimes just stare out the window. I asked her what she was looking at but she didn't tell me what it was. I thought it was okay, and it wasn't nothing extreme. Next, just one morning, I called her
down. She came from upstairs and was talking to the wall.
Bewildered, I asked her who she was talking to. She
Running Out of Time Chapter 7Two Months Left
Aline was alone with Sam two days after her last nightmare in their motel room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Aline was looking in books while listening to music, one headphone hanging loosely just in case the youngest Winchester found something. Dean, on the other hand, was interrogating the witnesses, friends, and relatives of the victims.
“Aline,” she heard Sam state, causing the brunette to pause her music and look up from the book.
“Yeah?” she answered. “You found something, Sammy?”
He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What do you want, then?” she sighed as she closed the book, keeping her finger where she she had stopped reading. “I just want to find out what's causing this and get this case over with.”
Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “It's about when you went driving. And your nightmares.”
Aline froze and looked away from him. S
PitchThe woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
May 23, 2007
I rarely feel emotion.
It’s funny how that simpleton downtown refused to come to an adventure; he’d usually mix up his words when invited because he’d get more excited than the host. That cheerful beggar never really understood the things that lie ahead of his acts. But that time he made me feel annoyed, like orange and pink (they don’t mix well now, do they?). It’s as if coming with me was a bad idea. Nevertheless, I didn’t push after the first invitation. I guess I’m pretty straightforward to talk with. So I just shrugged him off and continued on my way,convincing myself that I could just bring something, or someone else.
That was the first and only time I ever thought of bringing another with me to the woods since I’m always comfortable going there alone. Maybe because I felt lonely.
Panic RoomHe snuck his head and shoulders through the gap that was maybe only 20” wide and partially obstructed by a security lock, the type you find on old fashioned wooden windows. He looked up and saw the room was empty.
After pushing his chest through, he drew the rest of his body up using his powerful arms and climbed inside the room.
Silently, he looked at the room taking it in with a few quick glances.
In the air was the smell of freshly applied paint. On a stand there was a TV.
Our protagonist stood there looking longingly at its smooth reflective surfaces. Then he remembered something.
On a unit stood a hi-fi system. This time the thief seemed to make up his mind in milliseconds.
On the unit next to the hi-fi there was an I-Phone sitting on its charger which was lightweight and small enough to fit in his pocket.
He picked up the phone from its charger and that same second somewhere above his head an ear splitting alarm went off. Involuntar
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,...?"
To be continued...
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