Category: Creepypasta


By ullashy

I can remember something good, me and my two brothers with our children and our wives having a barbecue in my back garden and the sun was shining. Finally things were starting to become good for all of us and we all had good jobs and everything was fine. I remember seeing our children playing together and getting along, the smell of the barbecue was covering the air and life was good it was all good. I have a 16 year old daughter and my oldest brother has an 18 year old son and our younger brother has a 15 year old son, all of our wives were getting along and they were chatting away so happily.

I remember observing this and just thinking to myself how we all had made it to here and through all of the difficulties and pressure that we came through. I was so surprised that life was actually peaceful and calm; it was just yesterday we were constantly having one trouble after another and to overcome it is the best feeling in the world.

Tonsil Stones

By ullashy

It was a brilliant club to be part of and we were a bunch of 60+ year olds enjoying ourselves, we have our own club or space in a library and the times are from 8-10 Sunday to Tuesday. Mind you, there are only ten of us in this club, but we are a brilliant lot and 5 of the members are retired. It is more of a club for the old and the retired, who have worked all of their lives and we do creative things, from reading scripts, novels to even put on a little show as we have our own stage. We also do painting and drawing and for people of our age this is just perfect and it is something we all enjoy doing.

I guess this place is our little space to get away from the outside world, as you get to our age, you just feel like escaping from things and there are not many places for people of our age unless you are rich. You can say I was the leader of the group and I made sure the register was being signed and I had to plan what to do next for the next session. There were 6 men and 4 women and we all got along so well and it was amazing, to find such good people at our age. I do try and advertise our little club to other people our age, but life for some is extremely touchy and also you have to consider some people our age don’t have the best health.


By Shadowswimmer77

The Journal of Tomas Wicker

November 3, 1910

There are a thousand ways to die in the Colombian rainforest.

I first gained this appreciation as a boy when, in a questionable bit of parental inspiration, father allowed me to accompany him to inspect our family’s South American holdings, in particular a coffee plantation located on the eastern slopes of the Andes. The expedition was considered almost routine, the chosen path well known to our guards and guides, yet even so we encountered no small number of difficulties in our travels.

Foggy Waters

By mack

It was a dark and foggy day in Harborview Maine, almost too foggy for one to see. Two young teenage boys Rick and Zack(both 14) were walking about on the town docks waiting for their friend Gillan to come over on his boat. He arrived about five minutes later, he tied his boat up and hopped out. They walked up to a small local shop called C&E , they walked in and got some drinks and sandwiches. They paid for them and walked up to Zacks’ house, they watched a movie and played basketball on his hoop outside.

Soon it was time for Gillan to drive his boat back to his house on brooks island. They got down to the dock where they said their goodbyes and Gillan hopped into his boat. Rick and Zack by the shore watching their friend drive off. They walked close to the shoreline where they were suddenly whipped into the water. They were underwater when they realized that seaweed was tied around their ankles tugging them down, down they went.


By Divine Hex

It was a bright, sunny morning when Eve and her mother carted the last of the moving boxes into their new home. It was a lovely, quaint little two-bedroom with a minute kitchen and spacious backyard, plenty of space for Eve to play. When the excited little girl clamored into her new room, she gazed around in awestruck wonder at the size.

It was the bigger of the two bedrooms, with a polished hardwood floor and textured plaster mocha walls. For a 7 year old whom had previously been living in an old nursery, this was a big step up, and her mind filled with ideas of where to put everything she had…and even some things she didn’t have.

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