Creepypasta Stories

The Weeping Widdow

MISSING

Emma Smallings, aged 18 years old from Crackington Haven, Cornwall. Emma is around 5ft5 and of a slender build. Emma has long Brunette hair and brown eyes. Last seen on Tuesday, parents reported that Emma was last seen in her own home around 9pm. Caroline Smallings, Emma's mother, received a text at exactly 12am from Emma, The text said "help" unfortunately we are unable to trace where it was sent from. As soon as Caroline received the text, she checked her daughters room, only to find her blog page open on her computer.

No photos have been released but these mysterious blog posts have been . It seems Emma was being stalked. If anyone has any information, contact the police immediately.

Below we have attached the blog posts. All other people involved also went missing about a week ago, suspicions that Emma may have gone to find them.

Please contact us with any information you may have.

"1. Moving.

Hey everyone! My name is Emma.

I thought I'd set up a blog as I'm in the process of moving, and I've been researching the place. I'm moving to "Crackington Haven" somewhere in Cornwall. I've lived in London my whole life, I don't particularly want to move to some beach-side middle-of-nowhere shit-hole, But I have no choice.

I will miss the busy streets in London. The shopping, my friends, all the West End performances. I really want to stay, and Googling the place made me want to stay here in London even more.

Crackington Haven is basically a quiet seaside village full of cliffs and caves. I searched the place online so I could prepare myself for whatever I was getting into, and the internet's just full of some "weeping widow" woman? Basically she has like no face except holes where her eyes should be, and she like wanders the beaches screaming and shit?

But anyone who has made direct eye contact with her has gone missing. How can you make direct eye contact with someone who has no eyes? Bullshit if you ask me. The residents are either batshit crazy or jokers.

I checked out an online forum about this thing, and comments are full of people claiming to live in Cornwall who have seen this alleged Weeping Widow. Maybe moving there won't be so bad after all, seems like the residents have a good sense of humor.

Anyway, I'd better get packing, haven't even started yet and I'm leaving tomorrow!

I'll update you when I get to this shit-hole.

2. All moved in!

Hello..

I woke up at 6am ready for the long journey ahead of me. We didn't want to pay for a moving man, so we loaded up an old horse trailer for all of our furniture, and filled the empty backseats with boxes of personal belongings. I was not looking forward to carrying this to our new house.

Surprisingly, I actually like the place! Well the house isn't too bad, and the locals seem cooler than I'd expected. There are actually people my age, not just a load of old biddy's.

The actual moving in process has worn me out, so this will be a short post, so I can get some rest. Having to basically drag all of my belongings up a steep cliff for half a mile before getting to the house is NOT a fun thing to do, although we did get some help from some locals.

The helpful locals introduced themselves, and they all seemed close to my age.

There's a short blonde girl called Louise, She seems pretty funny. Her brother Lewis, and his best friend Kyle. I'm not going to lie, Kyle was a pretty good looking lad. He offered to carry the heavier objects, which usually I'd decline but I secretly wanted to see him work his strong arms.