Nosleep and Creepypasta Stories to Keep You up All Night

The Stars of Bigface Marsh

It was cold. Cold and dark. That's all I could feel when I stared into the black abyss, that made up its eyes. There was a tingling sensation in my feet, that slowly rose up in my body like panic trapped inside of me. I felt changed. I don't know what he was doing to me, but it freaked me out. My heart started pounding, but that was the only part of my body that moved. I couldn't blink. I couldn't even breathe. All I could do was stare. Stare into those big, black eyes. Those big... beautiful eyes. Like a night sky full of breath-taking stars. But these stars were... moving. Slowly but surely. Not just moving, spinning. It was mesmerizing. It was hypnotizing. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I wanted to thank him for this... these stars. They were the most beautiful things I had ever laid my eyes upon. I wanted to praise him. I... I wanted to worship him.

And then like a warm embrace my body was relieved of the coldness, and I gained the ability to move again. He'd released me and dissappeared, but I knew what to do. I must worship him. I must be like him. With the starry night image still in mind, I slowly reached for my pocket knife. I went for my eyes first. They'd already seen the best thing they'd ever see, so why bother with all these inferior sights? I didn't need them anymore. The beautiful vision would forever be in my memories anyway.

With the stars still in mind, I brought my knife to my eyes. First the left, then the right, forever blinding myself from my unworthy surroundings. There. I could finally see. See my stars. Nothing but the stars. With a pleased smile, I sat down and brought the knife to my legs, slowly peeling both the skin and the flesh away, leaving nothing but the bone. It took ages, but I knew it would be worth it. I would be beautiful. Beautiful like him. Beautiful like Bigface.

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"Chicken!" Dan taunted. "It's just a forest."

"A forest where people go missing," Brick grunted in return.

Normally he'd be up for a camping trip, but recently the walls in the city had been decorated with pictures of people who'd gone missing.

"You don't know if the forest is where people go missing," Dan added. "No one knows what's happened. That is, unless you're scared of Bigface?"

Brick shoved Dan hard. "You know I'm not superstitious!" he yelled at him, but Dan only laughed.

"Oh, he's real," he taunted. "I've seen him myself."

Brick glared at him.

"You're lying! You wouldn't be alive if you'd seen him!" he shouted.

"You sure know a lot about someone you claim doesn't exist," Dan continued. "You sure it's not because you're a chicken?"

"I'm not a chicken!" Brick yelled again. Dan smirked.

"Then prove it."

"Fine! We'll go on your stupid camping trip," Brick answered, trying his hardest not to stutter.

"Deal! I'll see you on Saturday. 3 pm, in front of the forest," Dan instructed.

"Deal. I'll see you," Brick agreed, and the two boys parted ways.

Walking home, Brick felt terrified already, but he didn't want to be a chicken. It was just stupid superstition. After all, most towns had their own tales, right?

Brick laughed to himself, feeling a tad bit braver. Surely none of them sounded as silly as Bigface. For a while, Brick started to wonder why he'd even be scared in the first place. He snorted. A massive floating head. Surely whoever came up with the tale must've been drunk. What would a floating head even do? Headbutt you to death? Brick laughed. No, Bigface was definitely just a myth. A silly myth indeed.