Category: Creepypasta


A girl had just finished nursing school and started working in a new hospital. Although she loved her job as a nurse, she found it difficult to get along with the people she worked with. They were mostly young doctors who had just finished medical school. The problem was that they delighted in pulling pranks on each other.

She found it very difficult to live with them in the residence next to the hospital, because they stayed up late at night and made too much noise. The nurse worked very long hours and needed all the sleep she could get. Whenever she complained about their behavior, the mischievous doctors just laughed in her face and told her to shut her fat mouth.

The Mutation

My name is Kevin Barker. I’m 26 years old, married to the girl of my dreams Danielle, and I have a small 2-year-old girl: her name is Jasmine. So, would you say life is going good for me? If you said yes, then your wrong.

I work at Kimberlee Jones Nuclear Power Plant. I’m not going to say where it is, due to security reasons, and hell, I may get killed for just typing this paper. But, everybody on this globe deserves to know what is going on here.

The person under my bed

Ever since I was a kid, my dog always lays on the floor by the end of my bed. Whenever I’m scared I just stick my foot off the bed and my dog nudges it with his head to let me know he was there. I’m turning 18 tomorrow and I still can never fall asleep without my dog being at the end of my bed. Tonight is a pretty chilly night so I go to bed earlier than I usually do. I turn to face the wall and hear my door creak open.

It never bothers me when I hear this because my dog always comes to bed a little after I do. As I’m about to fall asleep I hear a noise outside. It made me a little uneasy so I stick my foot off the bed and sure enough I feel the warm, soft fur of my dogs head letting me know it was okay. I smile and put my foot back on the bed and go to sleep.


This happened when I was just 16 years old. I always had a serious despise for most people in my small town-like road connection in one of the Carolina states.

I don’t exactly remember which one was which because it happened around 8 years ago. All I know, I moved there when I was 13 in around 2006, or that’s when I think it was. For the first 2 years and 11 months, I had to live with 6 brothers, and two sisters, all of them annoying as hell. It never would occur to me that I wished my older 21-year-old brother at the time, who weighed around 83kg or so, who I will call Devon, for privacy reasons, was with me. But I would be proven wrong just 3 weeks before I planned to move out. I had my own car which was a red 1993 RX7 Turbo, which I will not reveal the license plate number because that’s just a stupid idea.

The Bus

Every day I get on this bus. Every day I see the same people. The guy sitting in front of me now with a brownish cap and and old warn out coat. This is the exact same spot he sits in every day without fail, the same book he reads each time getting a little closer to the end. The old guy sitting to the left of me in the exact spot every day. He dose nothing other than stairs blankly out of the window like he is tired of life, I can sense a deep sad lonely feeling emanating from him like he has just recently lost someone he loved. The guy sitting behind me right at the back, a young guy in his early twenty’s constantly making phone calls and blaring out loud rap music on his beats headphones. You can sort of tell how everyone despises the guy with the amount of loud obnoxious phone calls he has with his mate “Derick”. AJ the bus driver a very friendly guy everyone knows him, a young Turkish guy who came to this country about a year ago, he is very dedicated to his job and always strikes up a conversation with someone. But the reason I’m here today is for her. The same reason I’m here every other day, not to go home and relax after a long day at work like any usual person on this bus NO. I have been watching her for a while.

She leaves her house at 8:30, walks the ten minuet walk to the bus stop, gets on the bus at 8:50 and then travels to work. She then gets to work at 9:20 to her job as a Secretary, from then on she works most of the day till her 20 minuet lunch break at 1:00 she then gets back to work at 1:20 and then works for the rest of the day till 7:00. After this she walks to her local coffee shop and orders a medium latte. From then on she finishes her latte and heads off to the bus stop. She arrives at the bus stop at 7:45 and gets on the bus… well.. just about now I presume. I have remembered her exact routine. I know when she gets off the bus and when she arrives at her house. She usually gets off at the stop just before her house because she fancy’s a peaceful brisk walk before she gets back. So that will give me enough time to sneak into her house and find a good hiding spot. I usually like hiding under their beds, plus I have done it hundreds of times before. She sleeps like a baby. Sometimes when she is in a deep sleep I stand there and watch her just before I leave through her bedroom window. She Is absolutely beautiful.

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