Whatever is to the left of you... You must make a creepypasta out of it

[null123456 759]

It's simple... Look to your left and the object to your left you must make a creepy mini-story, or a creepypasta about. I'll start... Tons of Ghostbusters, Batman, and Donkey Kong Vintage Trading cards.

 

I woke up one morning, when I went down to my kitchen I noticed a bag of Ghostbuster cards. Mint Condition... One thing Unusual was that the bag would flash yellow every three seconds. I opened up the cards excitedly only to find one card... It was blank. But when I turned it around, it read in blood 'Save Us From the ghosts.' With the Ghostbuster's Logo behind it... Except incredibly suspicious. Colors were inverted and the mouth of the ghost looked like it was moving. I was feared by the card and quickly threw it outside... Thinking it would be gone. 3 Hours a Knock came to my door. I opened the door to see no one. But the card was there. I gagged then quickly fainted. I awoke on my living room couch with the Card On My Torso. I flipped it off and stared at my bleeding chest. I called 911 and was taken to the hospital the next day... When I was sleeping in the hospital I saw a flat rectangular figure. I picked it up, It was the card. I screamed and then fell asleep. The next day The card was gone. I still don't know if it's out there or not... But hear this, That card can kill... I found out first hand. I had nightmares for nights... The Image of the ghost glued into my head... The Words on the card still speak in my voice. 'Save Us from the ghosts'...

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Okay.. I'm really bad at this... I hope you can do better

[Skullbuster 1,906]

i have to make a creepy pasta...teddygrams? give me a sec

[Chigens and Kay 3,832]

The night was coming to a close. 3AM, Michael's usual bedtime. He said bye to his fellow Bronies on MLPForums.com and shut his computer, shambling over to his bed for the sleep he needed. Covering up and shifting into position he faced to his left, the morning sun just beginning to permeate over the horizon and into his window.

 

Particularly curious about the sun at 3 AM he attempted to move his curtains out of the way, yet they stood strong. He tightened his grip on them, and they, in turn grabbed him back. Before he couls let out a scream, the curtains wrapped around his head and began to pull him in. Fighting for his life, he attempted to grab the knife he kept on his computer stand...to no avail. Further and further they pulled him into their blackness. The light grew dimmer and dimmer until....nothing.

 

That was the last sunrise he ever witnessed.

 

'DA END.

 

Please excuse me if this is bad...I dunno' what the hell I was thinking.

[Marcato 2,143]

My ear-bud headphones... oh dear my imagination is getting ugly.

 

I don't think it's safe to put the gruesome story I just came up with on this forum. :V

[FruitRiver 355]

Ummm.....its a cup, a bag, some cookies, a picture and some batteries.

 

In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange rustling noise. *rustle, rustle* It was nothing, just the cat or something... I went back to bed.

 

Suddenly I abrubtly awoke. A bag was over my face! I was suffocating! Was somebody trying to kill me!? Nobody was there. I struggled for a few seconds then tore of a peice of the bag. I gasped for air and looked around. What WAS that!??! My heart was beating so fast as I tried to fall back asleep... The fan must of blown it over me or something...

I slowly fell back asleep.

The next day went as normal. I didnt tell anybody. They'd think I was crazy. The night came quickly. By that time I was convinced it was a dream, or a fan. I fell asleep.

 

This time I woke up to a huge *CRASH*. HUH? The cup crashed on the ground. The fan wasnt on. The cats werent here. Hmm, I thought. Why did it crash? Uhh....I feel sick. I guess Ill just eat a midnight snack before I go back to bad. I opened a chocolate chip cookie wrapper. The chocolate chips were aligned in the shape of a sad face, with a chocolate chip tear under one eye. Weird shape.... I was starting to get really creeped out. And there was a huge crack in my favorite picture! Whats going on!?

It was a very long night. I finally fell asleep.

The next day, in the morning I woke up and walked downstairs for breakfast. My mom asks "Did you get a good night sleep"

"well...." I told her everything.

"its time to tell you..." she said "My friend was killed here. He was fighting with somebody...I heard...I was outside while that was happening. Alls I heard was, him yelling.

I think he wants revenge,,, Im sorry honey. We'll move in a week"

That night, I heard "Revenge....."

 

That was long and stupid Lol! I was really bored. During the end I just typed random stuff lol.

Edited June 4, 2012 by pinkie

[Critical Hit 69]

Mkay.

 

I was at my computer, when I saw an umbrella leaning in the corner. I opened it and a skeleton popped out.

 

Yeah I suck at writing so I just reused the "skeleton popped out" trope.

Edited June 4, 2012 by Critical Hit

[Page.Turner 940]

It stares, unblinking, at all that is presented before it. A black tin cat with a hatch on its back and a candle set ablaze in its belly. It stands before the glass doors of the fire place in thin pointed feet; the flickering light of the candle illuminates its eyes to give it life and cast shadows over the kerosene lamps that stand symmetrically on either side. Behind the fire-eyed beast and past the glass and brass doors shows a grave scene of charred wood. The fire that had been lit died hours ago and the hearth was cold and barren. Someone had forgotten to shut the flue so the wind howled and hissed as the cat's eyes burned like two small suns boring into the soul of those who felt comfortable looking. Not many did, but there was one.

 

"You can't be serious." the bored voice of Vincent Beresovky broke the long silence. "It's a simple piece of folk art that some shrew of a widow probably scrambled together in an effort to earn a bit of money. Cursed? I think not!"

 

"Don't you be mocking that cat, Vince. I swear to you on everything I hold near and dear that it's not something to be taken lightly."

 

"Oh, really? I mean, sure, let's pretend for a moment that the cat is cursed. Why on Earth would you still keep it? And inside your home of all the places!"

 

"Because it needs to be near the hearth, remember? A warm hearth to keep it-"

 

"Okay, okay, whatever. Look, I just don't believe in monsters and ghoulies anymore than I believe in the tooth fairy. Sorry, nice try, but you're not going to scare me!"

 

Vincent's companion furrowed his brows and frowned at his old friend. Ever since he, Harold, and his wife had started their lives together and settled on a farm land bought from the bank, Vincent had been begging them to let him stay. It was off-putting at first; two newly weds surely needed time to settle in and become acquainted with each other before allowing their long time friend over for a weekend vacation but he had persisted and prodded them until they caved under his pressure. The story about the farm land had been told to them by the local townsfolk not too long after they had purchased it.

 

Many years ago, before the land became barren and the property itself was the hobby farm it was today, there was a tale of an old witch who used to live on that very spot not too far from a prospering hamlet. Old, fairly kind, and happiest to be left alone, she was never talked about by the people of the settlement. It was only once in a few moons that she would be heard out in the woods and the bright glow of a large fire would be seen from the deep woods. On a particular night, she returned, but she was not alone.

 

Ever since that night in the forest, things changed for the hamlet. Crops withered and died, the Earth turned black and hard where the farmers tried to till the soil. Everything was blamed on the woman and her mysterious lifestyle. Unbeknownst to the locals, they had awakened an evil from her soul caused by the offensive accusations. And so, she devised a plot.

 

A week passed and the witch begged an audience of the villagers. They were reluctant at first, of course, but once the woman exposed what she had arrived for they became interested. Tin cats, each one exactly alike and each one came with the same instructions. Place a candle in the belly of the tin cat. Warm your hearth with fire and place the cat before it. The candle will ignite itself. Stare into the blazing eyes and repeat thrice:

 

"O' black cat of tin and fire

Your eyes ablaze with all desire

I beg of thee, o' feline friend

And bring this Earth to life again"

 

Vincent crouched before the black tin cat perched so thoughtfully before the cold and empty fire. The candle had been lit many hours ago and while the happy couple slept upstairs, Vincent had not been able to resist the old wive's tale. His heart was pounding in his chest as he stared deeply into its eyes. He was sitting there for what felt like an hour but was more along the time of ten minutes before leaning back with a scoff. "Nothing but a foolish sto-"

 

Meeeeeoooooow-errrr

 

 

The young man spun around and peered into the darkness behind him. The sound of a cat resounded in the hallway that lead to the stairs. "Hello?"

 

 

Meeeeeoooooow-errrr

 

Once again he heard the sound of a cat in the hallway but it was getting closer. Vincent turned around, positioning himself to stand when a startling discovery came face to face with him. The black tin cat with the hatch on its back and a candle in its belly was gone. Vincent felt his face pale and his heart thumped in his chest hard enough to hurt. He scrambled to his feet in a cold sweat, his body trembling as he stood paralyzed with fear. "This isn't funny!" he finally spoke to the darkness, assuming it to be nothing but a prank by his old friend. Of course, he must have heard him get up and come downstairs.

 

There was movement out of the corner of his eye and he jumped. The black tin cat was suddenly in the middle of the archway that opened up the room to the hallway. Vincent was staring wide-eyed at the thing, his blood turning to ice. But there was something else that caught his eye, a shadow moving in the hall. The floorboards creaked and the dark shape of a head slowly peered around the corner. The man's voice caught in his throat and his eyes widened in terror as the elderly woman slid into the room.

 

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Vincent was found the next morning in the field. His stomach had been torn open and stuffed with candles. His empty eye sockets were stuffed with candle nubs sporting thick, oiled wick that held onto the flame with such strength that not even the wind could make it yield. The black tin cat sat before its hearth, eyes cold and dead; the candle missing from its belly.

 

 

OH MY GOD IT WAS THE BEST I COULD DO ON THE SPOT.

[Aureity 3,055]

-snip-

 

Buhjesus, that's amazing writing skill.

Thanks a lot, now I have to make a long creepypasta too so I don't look bad.

*glances to left* Oh, this is going to be...strange.

[Page.Turner 940]

Buhjesus, that's amazing writing skill.

Thanks a lot, now I have to make a long creepypasta too so I don't look bad.

*glances to left* Oh, this is going to be...strange.

 

I'm excited to read it! and thank you

[Jadefire 2,798]

A pillow.

 

The pillow came to life and suffocated me to death.

RIP Jadefire, murdered to death by a goddamn haunted pillow.

The end.

Edited June 4, 2012 by Jadefire

[ASpark 49]

I went to my room to do look at a piece of paper. I saw that someone had written about how they did something and then died a deathly death because of a dead deadly thing with a creepy Pokemon hack with hyper-realistic blood.

 

BUT WHO WAS PAPER!?!?!?

Edited June 6, 2012 by ASpark

[Whiteshade 1,426]

A chair.

 

I always depended on it. Whenever I felt fatigue, it was there for me, whenever I was weak, it was there for me. No longer. Such is betrayal. Today I fell off my chair and suffered a fatal head wound. As I am writing this, my skin is being burnt out perpetually in the fires of hell. The chair, beware of the chair. Fear it.

[null123456 759]

A chair.

 

I always depended on it. Whenever I felt fatigue, it was there for me, whenever I was weak, it was there for me. No longer. Such is betrayal. Today I fell off my chair and suffered a fatal head wound. As I am writing this, my skin is being burnt out perpetually in the fires of hell. The chair, beware of the chair. Fear it.

 

Oh God... O.O Excuse me while I destroy the chair I am sitting on right now...

[Otter 1,942]

Let's see, there's an axe (Yes, I keep an axe in my room), a katana, a freaky mask, a bowling pin, and a bowl.

 

Edited June 11, 2012 by Professor 45

[Gentleman Kitten 5]

a glass of water........mkay.

 

 

 

i began to drink the glass of water when all of a sudden,i drowned. the end!

[Ganaram Inukshuk 3,682]

A tripod.

 

It's a three-barrel gun and it shot me. The end.

 

(Yeah that sucked...)

Edited June 11, 2012 by Ganaram Inukshuk

[Phia99 2]

Uh, a bed blanket.

 

"It all started one night when went to bed, when the blanket was tight. I woke up in the morning thinking it was just a dream, but in the morning, my entire body was numb. I looked down to find my body turned into a blanket. I went to class in a jacket, when I went home I tripped and my entire body flattened out. I was terrified. I decided to take a nap. When I woke up I found that i was on top of someone. I screamed. Or, I tried to scream. As I'm writing this, don't trust the blanket. My hands are flattening...."

[Wolf General Alpha 636]

*Looks to my left* "Oh god no....anything but that!" *Stares Directly at Pokemon Red Version* (Note: I did not read over any of this, so do not be surprised to see errors). 

 

 

"One day my parents returned from an auction and dropped a bag full of game cartridges down on the couch beside me. I looked inside the bag and found a Super Game Boy inside and right under it, was a Pokemon Red Version cartridge and it seemed to be in very good condition. I decided to pull out and plug up my old Super Nintendo Entertainment System to play the Pokemon game, and so I waited as I tried getting the game to work. The game finally turned on and so I decided to play on the existing file, which for some odd reason was named "Lost Soul". I started off where the last person left off in the game and found myself in Lavender Town.

 

I looked at the pokemon that Lost Soul was carrying and saw only one, a Raichu, and it was said to be "level ???". I tried to see if the game was hacked or glitched, so I tried messing around and found that I couldn't leave the town and that the music wasn't playing. I started to walk into the Pokemon Center and noticed that the building was completely empty except for a dark red colored body laying in the middle of the room. I tried to exit the center, but could not leave despite my attempts. I finally touched the dark mass in the middle of the floor and the screen turned to a blood red color. Shortly afterwards, a strange rotting figure appeared out of no where and a text box appeared and said "Nurse Gridlock has challenged you to a battle!". 

 

The Battle started and when Lost Soul chose his Raichu, the game froze before the Raichu could come out of the pokeball. I stared at the screen, hoping for something to happen, but the screen stayed frozen for another two minutes before doing anything. When the screen started to resume, the battle started to end immediately and the screen became pixelated. The screen cut back to black and the Lavender Town Music started to play before the face of a bloody, mangled, and rotting body of a Nurse Joy. I could barely even make out the picture of Nurse Joy to even tell who it could be, and then a text box appeared and said "They didn't want to play with me. They didn't like me. Maybe you will like to play with me? Will you be my friend?". I was wondering what this could have meant since according to most creepy stories on the internet, usually things like this have something to do with what happens in the game. Though this is completely different than what happened in the game. I turned off the system and noticed that the game did not turn off with the system and the screen was stuck like it was. 

 

I stared at the screen and hid the game in my closet, throwing everything on top of the system. I knew that something like this shouldn't even scare me, but there was something about it that started to creep me out. Almost three years have passed since I played the game, and I still made sure that no one checked inside of my closet. Every night I still hear voices coming from my closet, begging me to pull out the game and play it, but I refuse to listen. 

 

After four years since playing the game, my family moved out of the house and I left the game in the closet, not moving anything that was hiding it. I finally started college and told my friends about how I once found a hacked version of Pokemon Red, and they would seem interested. 

 

*Meanwhile at the old house* A teenage boy name Alex finds the game in the closet after randomly searching through his new room. He picked it up and put it into his good old Gameboy Color and started feeling the nostalgia of the Pokemon series. He starts the game and decides to start on the original file and notices that is was titled "Lost". So he starts off where the game left off, in Lavender Town".

 

[S. D. 49]

done

 

http://staticdraco.deviantart.com/journal/The-not-so-White-Forest-creepypasta-written-by-me-354868573

[Enemy Stand 446]

I opened my Listerine Pocketpak...

 

And then a skeleton popped out!!!1

 

EDIT: Whoops, someone already made that joke.

Edited July 20, 2014 by Orangejack

[Celtore 2,770]

It was 1:00 in the morning. I was still awake pounding away at the keyboard in vain to complete a major project. The only thing that stood between me and sleep was my mug of tea, sitting tranquilly on top of a DVD. As I grew more and more frustrated at the numerous bugs appearing in my code, I reached over to take a sip of my drink.

 

As I reached out, I suddenly felt reluctance as if something was really wrong. I cautiously peered into my mug, but all that met my gaze was a cup filled with a partially transparent fluid. I laughed at myself for being so ridiculous and drank the rest of it down greedily. I was about to get back to work when I noticed the leaves at the bottom of my cup.

 

"behind you!"

 

As the message sunk in, I heard a familiar whirling noise... The sound of a printer firing up. I lept out of my chair and saw the mutant before my eyes. It was coated in blood and had a severed hand partially stuck in the constantly spinning rollers. It slowly began to approach me making various angry sounds and I found myself completely unable to move. I was petrified with fear! The printer only reached a few feet from me before I found the courage to fight back. I took my mug and jammed it straight into the jaws of the paper drawer. I screamed out in pain as the drawer repeatedly gnawed at my hand, but it seemed to be working. The bloodstained LCD started flashing red reading "PAPER JAM" and the printer violently whirled to a stop. I passed out moments later from a mix of shock and exhaustion.

 

I woke up with my face pressed against the keyboard the next morning. My mug was sitting on top of a DVD half full like nothing had happened. I looked behind me to see that my printer was also sitting in place. I went outside to drink my tea in suspicion of the printer. I finished it hastily and looked into my cup to find that the leaves had formed a heart. I still don't understand the events that transpired that night, but I continue to use that mug to this very day.

 

 

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Probably not the best thing I've ever written and I don't even know if it qualifies as a creepypasta. It has plenty of blood in it though and I enjoyed writing it regardless

Edited July 20, 2014 by Celtore

[sasuke 328]

M'kay...

 

 

It was just about 4:00AM... Then all a sudden I saw a cookie! In fact a peanut butter cookie! It had a gun and a knife... and the cookie had red eyes.... so I ate it ^-^

[Bella_Faus 35]

I slept on the pillow and it ate me, AND EVERYONE FORGOT ABOUT ME! FOREVER.