The writer

Before her corruption, Tessh was originally a human being named Robin Williams. Born in the year 1981, she grew up in the town of Point Pleasant West Virginia. She was well known and loved by her neighbors and friends.

Robin’s true best friend was Robert Anderson, a tall redhead with a love for filming wildlife. Their favorite spot to film was in the woods that outlined Robin’s backyard. There they could film without anyone disturbing them.

They had been working on a documentary on the life cycle of the deer. Robin cataloged each dear they filmed by size, shape, gender, and give each deer a name . The two teens spent a few hours of the weekday trying to get footage. They tracked deer herds to a river where they got the best footage. They worked on the film for six months.

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The Christmas Thief

Jack “Greasy Thumb” Burke always thought of Christmas as a “business opportunity” He had no family, growing up as an orphan, and the closest thing he had to one was the band of criminals he had joined at a young age, who taught him everything he knew. Most of them had either been killed by cops, murdered on the job, or in jail somewhere now. No one was ever nice to him at the orphanage, though he wasn’t exactly very nice to them either. Each year at Christmas the orphanage got the hottest toys of not just the holiday season, but the entire year, and most likely the entire year to follow. He remembered when he was a child in the 80’s and the orphanage got in a whole bunch of Transformers. He stole them all and gave to his crime family, which they sold for quite a lot of cash.

The first day he had ran away from the orphanage after being scolded and beat with a yardstick, and had a chance encounter with Leroy Galante. Galante was a businessman and he and his gang sold and/or auctioned stuff on the black market for money, and Jack had just stumbled onto one of their operations, Though Jack appeared frightened Galante was ruthless, and threatened to have Jack disposed of, even though Galante’s men tried to convince him to easy on him cause he was just a kid. Jack then stated how much expensive stuff the orphanage had, and Galante agreed to see what he could do. He snuck into the orphanage late that night and stole money that was meant for charity. Galante was pleased and took him in. He developed bonds with Thomas Rollack, who taught him shoplifting, James Accardo, who taught him burglary techniques, and John Barnes who taught him about dealing drugs and where to obtain them, as well as where to pawn things Galante wasn’t interested in, and Leroy Galante himself taught him everything about the business.

In his early teens he ran away from the orphanage after being exposed as a thief, and permanently joined Galante’s gang. He started out doing small stuff but not as small as some of the candy he’d stolen on solo jobs as a kid. His life in crime was really the only great thing about his childhood when he thought about it. He would dress as employees and sneak into stores, wear clothes that hide the uniform, load valuable stuff into a cart like regular shopper, then one no one was looking he’d take off his coat, put it in one of black bags he put in it’s pocket, put it under his shirt then go into the employees only sections of stores, and when no one was looking, load all the stolen merchandise into more black bags, then take it out back as if it were trash, and, double checking to make sure he wouldn’t be caught, load it into Thomas Rollack’s waiting car, who had only came when he was instructed and took all the security cameras when he arrived if necessary. James Accardo, had taught him to only steal as much weight as he or the bags could hold, and to never go past the second floor of an apartment building so he could, drop the load on the ground without damage, jump off the balcony, then jump in their getaway car. During house break ins, he was told to always come out a door, or climb out a first story window, as jumping from an upper floor risked losing loads. He also taught him how to make sure police weren’t following him. He missed James, who had been shot dead by police in a burglary gone wrong, and John Barnes was killed in a drug deal gone bad, apparently Galante didn’t pay the promised amount and Barnes was shot to death as punishment. Shortly after that Galante’s operation fell apart, as a careless burglar, who was skilled but only added because of Accrado’s death, decided to prove himself, do a solo operation, and led an undercover cop straight to Galante, who had a police force ready in minutes, Galante and Accardo were forced to surrender, although the rookie burglar was promised probation for busting Galante’s operation, he never got it, Jack found and killed him for “breaking up his family”.

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the snowman that never melts

For as long as I can remember living with my parents there has always been a snowman in my back garden, that literally never melts. Even through out the summer and the humid hot air this snowman in my garden always stays up. Our house is separate from the other houses and we don’t really get visitors coming into my house, so nobody really notices the snowman that never melts. My parents built the snowman on thier first year of being married and ever since then, the snowman has always stayed up.

In the summer the snowman looks like a sore thumb and a complete outcast within the fun and joy in the bright yellow hot sun. How it stays up through out the hot season is completely bizarre and I sometimes just stare at it as it has that effect on you. It sort of became part of the family and we just came to accept it as it is and my parents and as well as me, never tried to take it down. Even in the rain the snowman stays up strong and doesn’t melt away or die even, for twenty years, this snowman has been standing in my garden just standing still.

Another unusual aspect about this snowman was that my parents used fruits and vegetables to be used as the snowman’s facial features like the eyes, ears and nose. The fruits and vegetables on the snowman have never rotted away or degraded in the last twenty years. This snowman is definitely unique and when spring, summer and autumn go by the snowman becomes useful again and makes everything more Christmassy.

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The Bloody Eyes

This is a fictional story meaning this is not a true story.

One day I was just minding my own business washing the dishes and doing some chores. I was home alone at that day so I could do whatever I wanted in the house. My father, mother and sister went to some other town to meet my grandparents. I really didn’t want to go there so I insisted to stay home. They agreed and went to the other town. When I completed my chores I went to my room to play video games. While I was walking to my room, I had a sudden urge to look through the keyhole of my parents’ bedroom. I looked through it and was horrified to see just dark red. I opened the door to check if something is in the other side. Nothing! I looked through the keyhole from my parents’ bedroom and there was no red. I thought it was a trick of the eye but some moments later I heard breathing which was not mine. It was right behind me! I quickly turned and the breathing stopped.

I was sure that this was paranormal and silently went outside the room closed the door and went to my room. I was walking to my room when I heard something in my sister’s room. I went there to see my sister’s dolls IN FRONT OF THE DOOR. They had red eyes with blood coming out of their eyes. I sprinted into my room and locked my door. I heard banging and scratching in my door. Out if nowhere I heard my name being called out from behind me. I screamed and looked behind me and saw I huge man with bloody eyes. My flight or fight response kicked in and I punched it and my hand just went through it’s body. It had no features in it’s face except the eyes. The eyes were as huge as apples. It said “Come with me, I will take you to a better place”. I could not make out how it could speak as it had no mouth. I screamed “Any place is better than your hellhole!” to it. I began to say “In the Jesus, I command you to leave this place”. It slowly tried to put it’s hand around my neck but couldn’t. I told it to leave many times. I heard more scratching, banging and laughter outside my door. They were not just any laughter, they were children’s laughter. Then everything stopped at once. The huge man was gone and the noises outside the door stopped. I didn’t understand anything. I was so scared that I fainted. Later I woke up to hear banging outside my door. I asked “Who is it?” and got an answer saying “It’s us!”. It was my parents’ voice. I happily opened the door crying and I saw no one. I was freaking done. I screamed “If there is any spirit here, I command you to leave. I won’t repeat a second time. If you do anything again, I will make you leave out of MY house.” I heard the front door swing open and close. I was sure that any spirit in my house left and made a sign that it left. I heard the front door open and saw my parents and my sister. I ran to them crying and hugged my mother. She asked me “What happened? Why are you crying?”. I told everything to them and they didn’t buy it. They heard me shouting so they ran from the car to the door and found out it was not locked. I was sure that I locked it when they went. They also said that they got a call from the house number. They heard laughing and breathing from the phone. I swore that I didn’t call them but they thought that I was lying.

They didn’t believe until it happened to all of us. A week later after the incidence we were sitting in the living room, watching something in the T.V. We heard laughing from behind the sofa. I looked behind to see no one. I told my parents and sister that I heard the same thing a week ago. We heard banging in the windows and the T.V switched to the channel ‘666’. We saw the same huge man in the T.V I saw last week. I told my parents that I saw the same man last week. They now believed me and my mother started to chant something. The huge man screamed in terror and disappeared. The noises stopped and my mother told me that she was praying to god and she said “Protect us God! This demon has been scaring us since last week. It would be a great relief if you protected us from this demon”. She heard a very low voice say “You will never get rid of me. I am the Devil”. Then she heard “No! You will never get ri-” and the voice stopped. After this incident nothing scary happened.

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out of work scare crows

I have lived next to an abandoned farm all of my life and I am 17 now and I am looking forward to going to university to study medicine. As you should know with the way the economy has been acting out the last couple of years there have been so many closures of farms, so many farmers have gone bankrupt and have had to sell and move onto something else. The farm I lived next to had always been abandoned and a couple of months ago me and my two friends decided to venture into the abandoned farm for a bit of fun.

I remember as a child my primary school took our whole class to visit a popular farm and I enjoyed looking at the animals and seeing how it all works. As me and my two friends Barry and Steve stepped onto the abandoned farm nothing felt off or unnerving but excitement ran through our veins. We were just talking amongst ourselves as we were covered in darkness and our mobiles phones being our only source of light. You could feel the uselessness of the land and you could tell how neglected it was and how it was not needed in society anymore.

Barry came to observe how we didn’t come across any broken bottles, used needles or how this abandoned farm land didn’t come to be some haven for junkies, drug dealers and anti social behaviour. It was abandoned but something was still looking over it and we all stopped for a moment to just take in the atmosphere of the empty farm. It was a very big farm and back in the olden days it use to soar in profits for our area and offered so many jobs.

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Silent Cove

This is an entry about a trip I took in February this year, I would not write about a minor trip and can tell you my experiences were nothing less than completely bizarre.

Are mother is single and usually can not afford to take us on expensive vacations frequently. She is hardworking but wanted to find something that comfortable but not to costly. It took about an hour of browsing through TripAdvisor before she found something that fit our needs. Me and my brother were relatively low maintenance and were just happy to be going anywhere, are mother was very excited, much more than usual!

A week later we got on a spirit airlines plane trip, the hotel was called “el sol”, Spanish for “the sun”. We were flying from Maine and the hotel was in northern mexico so the flight was several hours long. In the middle of the flight I unbuckled my seat belt and walked to the bathroom in the back. As I  walked into the back area I saw a short man standing motionlessly. I thought he was waiting but realized there was nobody in the bathroom, what was he waiting for? ” Sir, its empty.” I told him but he only flashed a light smile. After the most awkward 10 seconds of my life I ignored him and walked in.

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Creepy Mall Experience

So I am a high schooler and like any high school girl, I loved shopping, even if I’m just window shopping. This experience happened to me recently and I can never go to the mall alone and feel very safe anymore. My friend and I were window shopping at around 8 in the night.

Why? Because there are less people and it’s not very noisy and we can shop in peace. We were walking when the lights from this one area in the mall turned off: well it was getting dark and the stores were starting to close. Then we heard this blood curdling laugh from somewhere far off and my friend, let’s call her Kat, looked around really terrified. To shake that freaky feeling off I said ,” I wonder what could be so funny?” I nervously laughed and we continued to walk.

There was hardly anyone at the mall now but we weren’t getting picked up until 9.

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The Bus Short Creepypasta

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 does 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.

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Stalked by a Mountain Lion

I was nineteen years old when this happened. I’m thirty-two now but the thought of what happened that night still sends shivers down my spine. I visited my dad in a small town called Rio Grand City, he has a house inside his ranch which is perfect because i love hunting. My dad and step mom were going to be out for a few hours for they were heading to a party. My dad urged me to come but I didn’t want to, later on I regret that decision.

As my parents left I went to my room and grabbed my bow and arrow and my fathers 38 special revolver. I headed out deep into the ranch before it got too dark hoping to find a deer or bob cat, I was an expert with my bow and arrow and wanted to see if i still had it. I go to my usual spot which has a deer blind my dad bought when I was six. There I waited and waited till darkness was upon me. I was quite disappointed no animals had shown up, I decided it was time to head back home.

As I exited the deer blind I could barley see anything except for the moonlight, stupid me forgot to bring a flashlight but never the less I had my phone and it had a flashlight app. I continued my walk home when i got the eerie feeling I was being watched. I brushed it off as it’s probably my imagination its getting dark and i’m all alone out here. Even with the light on my phone I could barley see what was in front of me, all of a sudden I stopped for I heard a twig break. I looked around but saw nothing one again I brushed it off as maybe a rabbit or a road runner we have a  lot of those in my dads ranch.

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The Wicker House

Of course everyone claiming residence in Arthur’s Wake knows tales associated with the Wicker House. It seems that every small province plays host to some structure of ill repute which, as if by supernatural magnetism, draws rumor of ghosts and bogies, wrapping the timber and stone of its foundation in a shroud of darkness and horror. In Arthur’s Wake, the Wicker House fills this odious task.

Scant days after arriving in town, while taking the time to familiarize myself with the local watering hole and its residents, I became introduced to the well known superstitions surrounding the Wicker House. As a man of science, I knew any truths to be found in these outlandish stories were likely embellished to points unrecognizable. Nothing was first hand; all experiences were from a friend who knew a fellow who may have seen something. It is the provincial mind which transforms wild dogs into wolves that walk like men and interprets astronomical phenomena as harbingers of certain doom. Still, my curiosity sufficiently piqued, I endeavored to better inform myself upon the subject through more objective means. To my great surprise, while failing to confirm the more supernatural claims of the tales, the town records in the basement of the local library did provide aspect to a most sinister reality all their own.

The house was built in 1920 by the millionaire Tomas Wicker who, in addition to being both a successful oil prospector and fishing magnate, was by all accounts completely insane. No one knows what first drew Wicker to Arthur’s Wake. Some speculate this as the first outward sign of his impending madness. What is known was that the foundations of the house which would come to assume his name were poured almost immediately upon his arrival.

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