Yeah, I know. American Horror Story: Hotel isn’t holding up to your inflated expectations, and all you really got from Crimson Peak is the image of Tom Hiddleston‘s ass etched in your brain. You need something REALLY, GENUINELY creepy for you to vibe off of in the coming week leading up to Halloween. Well, guess what! I … don’t have that for you, so tough tits – who am I, John Waters?
What I can offer you lovely folks is creepy-ass shit but like, in a vomit-inducing way. Enter CREEPYPASTA, the world’s foremost Reddit thread for dubiously scary and poorly written stories! If you’re familiar with r/nosleep or r/creepypasta, you’ll know that they house some of the most cringe-worthy “scary” stories your poor eyes will have perused thus far. And here are ten of them for you (some of them are way too long to include here, so click the link if you want to see the whole damn thing).
1. The Keyhole
A man checked in at a hotel, walked up to the front desk to collect his key. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number, that was locked, and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman and proceeded to his room and going straight to bed.
First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume… or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled “No…” over and over and over…
3. NoEnd House
Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin.
4. “Milf” (Yes, it’s LITERALLY called MILF)
The article didn’t load. The only thing on the page was the banner. It wasn’t the first time this has happened. It’s not like I have the more advanced ISP or connection, so there’s bound to be some hiccups. I move the arrow to the refresh icon once again and click. No article, same ad, updated distance. “James! MILFs in your area want to meet you! One MILF is just 5 miles away!”
I love my older sister. I really do. She has some issues, sure, but she’s all I really have since dad passed away a few months ago.
The skin makes a funny sound as you pull it away from the flesh. Like slowly peeling tape off of a piece of wood.
My name is Andrew Erics. I lived, once, in a city called New York. My mother is Terrie Erics. She’s in the phone book. If you know the city, and you read this, find her. Don’t show her this, but tell her I love her, and that I’m trying to come home. Please.
I don’t exactly recall how I met Mr. Widemouth. I think it was about a week after I was diagnosed with mono.
When it was about 9 AM, I got up and looked out of the window. I could see everything clearly now. The policemen were gone, and it was all silent. I was about to go do something else, but something on the window pane caught my eye.
Something, or someone, had scratched on the glass: “YOU’RE NEXT”. I froze on the inside.
I was looking for a good, free game. I found a weird Russian website with a simple, black background. I had to translate the Russian, which said something like this: “Free game. Very fun!”. I wouldn’t normally download from such a weird and shady site, but I really wanted to play a game.