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Hickory Dickory Dock (CreepyPasta Story)Hickory Dickory Dock......

The mouse ran up the Clock......

The Clock struck twelve......

The mouse ran down......

Hickory

Dickory

Dock....

Mrs.Hickory looked down at the grave. The grave of a child. The child she killed.

"Hickory dickory dock.....The mouse ran up the clock....The mouse ran down the clock struck tweleve......Hickory.....Dickory....Dock....."
She softly sang. Her voice was the sweetest and softest, most beautifulest voice you would ever hear. She was driving home from work and when she reached there her house was lit with flames.
It burned right in front of her eyes, She could hear her baby screaming for her.
But beHickory Dickory Dock (CreepyPasta Story) by ~XxSerialFirexX

Follow the red lineIt was a beautiful warm summer day. John was walking home from work as every day that time. It was that time of the day, when the sunset starts, so it was becoming a bit darker outside. John started to walk a bit faster. He wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. He walked past a dark alley but didn’t look there. He didn’t notice that there was someone watching him.

John woke up in the middle of the night. He had heard some loud noise coming from his living room. He walked there to check if there was something or someone, but the room was empty. Only strange thing was that the window was open. John was too tired to remembFollow the red line by ~miimint

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13

Kagekao sat on the roof of the house. Time had passed, and he was all healed and doing well again. There were still a few minor aches and pains, but they would go away in time.

It was the late afternoon, so the sky was filled with color as the sun prepared to drop below the horizon. The clouds appeared pink and orange, the sky was streaked with red and yellow, and the sun was a large orange sphere; it was the type of scene and color scheme that made one feel warm and content.

Kage gazed out at the sky, unaware of what was about to happen next. To him, it was just another normal day. Sun rose, sun set, everyone is alright.

Luckily for KForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13 by *GingaAkam

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LEAVE ME ALONE! by ~Lovejoy117

....AND I HAVE YOUR BABY by ~EveIrken

Creepypasta-The eight legged demonThere was a legend about a monster, one who goes around kidnapping male children with blond hair. It's a really old legend, but the monster is commonly known as the 'eight legged demon/monster.' It has white hair, red eyes, and eight, tall, steel legs like a spider. It has a humanoid body and wears red clothing, and it appears to be neither male nor female. It's voice is described to be sort of high but low at the same time.
He/she will steal the child in the middle of the night, or when the child is all alone, and will take them to its lair. He/she will wrap them up in a web, like a spider, and keep them there forever at the top of the ceiling. As it hears the child scream, it feels some sort of concern and it will try and calm the child down as if they were a baby, talking to them silently and calmly. In a very freaky and twisted way, I might add.

The most recent case was 13 year old, Jimmy Elderway. He had light blond hairCreepypasta-The eight legged demon by ~LindaFox

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by ~DeadRagdollArtist, Jul 15, 2012, 12:39:33 PM
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Hello everybody i hope you enjoy our fine pasta here.
Sorry for the late delay on pasta ill try as soon as i can to add much pasta.
On the other hand please enjoy the created work ofany other creepypasta fans in the featured.
Any who, of you ask for request or a question in the comments it will take longer to get a hold of.
For creating selfmade pasta you can create it and submit it to the featured.
Questions will be answered as soon as possible.

Please be kind,
DeadRagdoll

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Recorder by ~FennecReaper

Hickory Dickory Dock (CreepyPasta Story)Hickory Dickory Dock......

The mouse ran up the Clock......

The Clock struck twelve......

The mouse ran down......

Hickory

Dickory

Dock....

Mrs.Hickory looked down at the grave. The grave of a child. The child she killed.

"Hickory dickory dock.....The mouse ran up the clock....The mouse ran down the clock struck tweleve......Hickory.....Dickory....Dock....."
She softly sang. Her voice was the sweetest and softest, most beautifulest voice you would ever hear. She was driving home from work and when she reached there her house was lit with flames.
It burned right in front of her eyes, She could hear her baby screaming for her.
But beHickory Dickory Dock (CreepyPasta Story) by ~XxSerialFirexX

Follow the red lineIt was a beautiful warm summer day. John was walking home from work as every day that time. It was that time of the day, when the sunset starts, so it was becoming a bit darker outside. John started to walk a bit faster. He wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. He walked past a dark alley but didn’t look there. He didn’t notice that there was someone watching him.

John woke up in the middle of the night. He had heard some loud noise coming from his living room. He walked there to check if there was something or someone, but the room was empty. Only strange thing was that the window was open. John was too tired to remembFollow the red line by ~miimint

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13

Kagekao sat on the roof of the house. Time had passed, and he was all healed and doing well again. There were still a few minor aches and pains, but they would go away in time.

It was the late afternoon, so the sky was filled with color as the sun prepared to drop below the horizon. The clouds appeared pink and orange, the sky was streaked with red and yellow, and the sun was a large orange sphere; it was the type of scene and color scheme that made one feel warm and content.

Kage gazed out at the sky, unaware of what was about to happen next. To him, it was just another normal day. Sun rose, sun set, everyone is alright.

Luckily for KForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13 by *GingaAkam

CreepyPasta Stories

Dating Game by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Normal People by ~DeadRagdollArtist

You're not scared, right?You're lying in your bed, the low sound of your Air Conditioner is the only thing that separates you from total silence.
You know, that kind of silence, heavy and thick, like a roar. That kind of silence in which you would hear the sound of a needle touching the floor; The kind of silence in which you can hear your heart beating while you cuddle more and more with your pillow.
That kind of silence.
The sound of your AC is the only thing you can hear, a sound that normally is ignored, until it is the only sound that is there. It is comforting, a kind of soft sound. But suddenly, your room becomes warm again, and the sound stops, as when thYou're not scared, right? by ~Riygan

The Creepypast Survival Guide1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.

2.Actually mirrors are a general "NO", In creepypasta world, there is nothing more sinister.

3.There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.

4.If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.

5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.

6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interests to politely decline.

The Creepypast Survival Guide by ~DeadRagdollArtist

CreepyPasta Stories

Rituals and Mirrors Stories

CreepyPasta- InspirationYou know those long, involved ritual creepypastas, the ones that involve a million different steps - the ones where if you breathe at the wrong second you die? Ever ponder who figured it out? It couldn?t have been trial and error - you don?t get a second try at something like that.

The answer?s actually pretty simple. Nobody figured it out.

He already knew.

There?s? an entity, I suppose you could call it, although I always think of it as a little boy. He seems to enjoy playing around with people, you see.

And he knows all the rituals, or at least all the real ones. So sometimes he spreads out the information. Ever felt inspired to write sCreepyPasta- Inspiration by ~DeadRagdollArtist

CreepyPasta- The HolderIn any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the worker's face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep, hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to himself echoing throughout the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, stop and quickly say aloud, "I'm just passing through, I wish tCreepyPasta- The Holder by ~DeadRagdollArtist

CreepyPasta- One of ThemAny night, around ten or eleven PM, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second - no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word, "One," out loud and stop.

Your breath will catch in your throat and your hair will stand on end. CreepyPasta- One of Them by ~DeadRagdollArtist

CreepyPasta- Sever the cordMany have speculated that the plane in which we live is not the only plane in existence. Those who say this will usually then go on to ponder realms of mystery and wonder. The truth is, there is a second plane, but it is not filled with the euphoric images that most people conjure up. However, it is not filled with horrors, either, rather, it is a perfect emulation of our world. There is no difference at all. Whatever exists in our plane also exists on the Second Plane. Even you exist on the Second Plane. In fact, those ?copies? of ourselves, those extra-dimensional clones, are bonded to us. Whatever action we take, they take, and vice versa.CreepyPasta- Sever the cord by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Rituals and Mirrors Stories

Childhood and Lost Episodes

Dr.SmileyHello there, my name is Doctor Smiley. Needless to say I am not your usual doctor, unlike the doctors in the present day hospitals who try their best to cheat death. I on the other hand, welcome death and help my patients to embrace it!
Why just the other day I found a young lady on the street, she looked like she was slowly dying of anorexia. So I gave her a smile, kissed her hand, and promised to help her. She was charmed and followed me as I led her to my office; A small building on the outskirts of town, you've probably seen it before... The one with the shutters that are just hanging by a small strip of wood or metal, the white paint slDr.Smiley by *cgore1998

Creepypasta - Epona

I sometimes hate Nintendo for making me want to take nostalgia trips into old games.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, still my favourite Zelda game to date, was due to be released for the 3DS. I would constantly fangasm while watching the commercials for it on TV. Seeing the images related to the game kept making me want to play it more and more; kept making me eye my old Gamecube because I knew I had the game for that system.

Eventually, I caved. Watching Link being mega awesome on the screen for what seemed like the hundredth time, made me want to revisit the land of Hyrule again. So, I scuttled upstairs and into my room where I haulCreepypasta - Epona by *CelticMagician

Lost Episode - Adventure TimeYou all probably know about the hit show "Adventure Time" on Cartoon Network. And you all probably saw the premiere...or you think you did.
I was awake in my living room, it was about 3:30 AM, and I was watching TBS. I was surfing through the TV guide when I came across a new episode of Adventure Time called "Socrates' Wish". I changed the channel to Cartoon Network, and the intro of the show was just finishing. I laid back in my seat, waiting for the newest episode to play.

What I saw was exceedingly unpleasant. It started out in the Candy Kingdom, with Finn and Jake racing up to the doors. They burst through them, and I saw that the PeppLost Episode - Adventure Time by ~DeadRagdollArtist

CreepyPasta- Candy"Mom," said the little girl, rubbing her eyes and standing in the doorway to her mother's room.

"Mom, the Easter Bunny is eating my candy," she said.

"Nonsense, baby," the woman replied. "The Easter Bunny gives out candy, he doesn't eat it..."

The woman lightly shook her covers and continued to speak, halfway into her pillow and halfway to her daughter, "Go back to sleep, baby..."

"But, mom," the girl said. "The Easter Bunny is eating candy!" She now spoke in a more serious tone, almost as if she were going to cry.

Her mother sat up and opened her arms. "Baby, I just told you. The Easter Bunny doesn't eat candy, he hands it out to littleCreepyPasta- Candy by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Childhood and Lost Episodes

CreepyPasta Pictures

Help by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Devil ritual by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Suffixation by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Old Beheading by ~DeadRagdollArtist

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Pokemon Pasta

Pokemon Creepypasta: JessicaI love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game... but the characters themselves.

When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn't know it was just a kids' show and a game.

My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copyPokemon Creepypasta: Jessica by *regiinator

SMILEShiny Pokemon,

a true treasure that every Pokemon fanatic wants.Some say they are just simply different colored pokemon, I say differently. Shiny Pokemon are gems in the pokemon world, so rare and valuable. They are different from the rest, they are special, they are better.

I have never had the honor of catching, nor seeing such a rare pokemon. I have played every single generation of pokemon games, not a single glance. I swear, Nintendo must have a grudge against me or something.

I've always wanted a shiny Luxray, it's been a dream of mine since I first started playing Diamond. Luxray is already amazing, but the shiny ones are 10 times bSMILE by ~DeadRagdollArtist

The Cured ToneHello. Right now my life is completely ruined. I have no wife, kids, or friends. Everybody I meet just thinks the same of me, as they see my ripped up shirt and especially the smell of my flesh, that seems to be rotting after not taking a shower for 13 years. I am trying to make up one of the biggest decisions of my life at the moment. But before I overwhelm you with confusion, I'll tell you how this all started.

It all started 13 years ago when I was 18. I was looking back at my childhood, and thinking about everything that I had done. It was fun looking through pictures. A few years later, I was packing my stuff because I was moving out inThe Cured Tone by ~DeadRagdollArtist

The GameboyIt all started when me and my brother were both ten. We had been begging our mother to get us a gameboy and a Pokemon game. She finally gave in and went to the store. When she got back she threw the game and the gameboy on the couch. We were so excited! We rushed to couch, my brother grabbing the gameboy and me grabbing the game, but something was off. The game looked like a bootleg pokemon game marked in crude handwriting: Pokemon (The rest was unintelligible). We stared at each other but decide to load it anyways out of curiousity. Instead of any normal loading screen the game just started without any warning. My character wasn't named anytThe Gameboy by ~DeadRagdollArtist

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H.P. Lovecraft HPL

1. The BookThe place was dark and dusty and half-lost
In tangles of old alleys near the quays,
Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas,
And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed.
Small lozenge panes, obscured by smoke and frost,
Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees,
Rotting from floor to roof - congeries
Of crumbling elder lore at little cost.
I entered, charmed, and from a cobwebbed heap
Took up the nearest tome and thumbed it through,
Trembling at curious words that seemed to keep
Some secret, monstrous if one only knew.
Then, looking for some seller old in craft,
I could find nothing but a voice that lau1. The Book by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Fact and FancyHow dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,
And wreck the solace of the poet's mood!
Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art,
Rejects the language of the glowing heart;
Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;
Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause;
Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review,
And sneers because his fables are untrue!
In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast
The grateful legends of the storied past;
Whose tongue in censure flaFact and Fancy by ~DeadRagdollArtist

The Peace AdvocateThe vicar sat in the firelight's glow,
A volume in his hand,
And a tear he shed for the widespread woe,
And the anguish brought by the vicious foe
That overran the land.
But never a hand for his King raised he,
For he was a man of peace;
And he car'd not a whit for the victory
That must come to preserve his nation free,
And the world from fear release.

His son had buckled on his sword,
The first at the front was he.
But the vicar his valiant child ignor'd
And his noble deeds in the field deplor'd,
For he knew not bravery.

On his flock he strove to fix his will,
And lead them to scorn the fray.
He told them that conquest bringThe Peace Advocate by ~DeadRagdollArtist

Where Once Poe WalkedEternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.Where Once Poe Walked by ~DeadRagdollArtist

H.P. Lovecraft HPL

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~Deidara-tobi Apr 26, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

I wrote a story. It's called Trapped.
[link]

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~shadowwolf133 Apr 13, 2013

Here i did a storie
called Buttercup.avi
enjoy >:U!! lol [link]

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~shadowwolf133 Apr 13, 2013

oops let me redo the link sorry lol

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~shadowwolf133 Apr 13, 2013

[link] there XD

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~shadowwolf133 Apr 13, 2013

p.s i narrated i dont not write it lol

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*OMGitsGhastly Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thx for accepting my join request! Much love! <3

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~SuperMafia Dec 29, 2012

Hey, anyone wanna see my attempt at a creepypasta story?

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~shelpenny Oct 30, 2012

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~shelpenny Oct 30, 2012

that is Scimitar the Absol bio

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~shelpenny Oct 30, 2012

[link] Scimitar the Absol

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