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Ransom's Curse by LeaSheryn
Ransom's Curseby Lea Sheryn
Called to the aide of a schoolmate, a young lawyer travels to the Yorkshire Moors and experiences the fright of his life.
The Basement by DoctorxofxArt
The Basementby Joseph R. Lee
Heather, a college student in her senior semester takes a job watching over like that of security at the local Funeral Home. After a few nights on the job however, a tu...
HORRIFYING PLACES THAT I'VE LIVED! by Liberace1
HORRIFYING PLACES THAT I'VE LIVED!by Joe Montaperto
Thrill to the hair-raising tales of some of my insane living situations in the notorious Jersey City, New Jersey!
Detective Seals by truegamer106
Detective Sealsby Interests fluctuate
Detective Seals investigates a call. When he walks into the house, he's greeted by a man who's not your typical guy. Mr. Seals investigates the two men; the one who call...
Decrepit  by ManicMiners
Decrepit by Manic Miners
After Alice's father passed, her and her mother move house, but things start going dreadfully badly.
Black Feather by CoffeeGoblin
Black Featherby CoffeeGoblin
The first steps into a nightmare are always deceiving... Alone in their family's countryside estate, Ethan and his sister Lilly face the harsh reality of life without th...
my creepypastas story by primrose991
my creepypastas storyby HanahakiKana
This is my creepypasta oc Rosaline the corrupt.
The Demons Love me by Maxwel_Applebottom
The Demons Love meby Gabby
Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be insane? To hear voices telling you to kill? To be sent far away from society and live in a room with only your thoug...
Decrepit by Annalou13
Decrepitby Anna
I've decided to be vulnerable in the only way I know how. So this is my life, read if you'd like.
Gutterball Man by TurtleSensei
Gutterball Manby TurtleSensei
We never seem to fully notice the desolate souls that line our downtown streets...
In This World of Lost Desire by AlexBasewell
In This World of Lost Desireby Alexander Basewell
In this world, there is always hope. Hope to be free, left from the fires of reality. But then, are we?
Débaucherie Funèbre / Maggot Meat-ing by donlou
Débaucherie Funèbre / Maggot Meat...by Donald Legault
Do you not feel him crawling about with ever increasing activity? Relishing your putrid state amid the decayed skin, empty arteries, and hallowed eyes! Sometimes its bet...