Jason the Toy Maker's Origins by JasonTheToyMaker, journal
Jason the Toy Maker's Origins
The sharp scent of blood pinched his nostrils and the most unpleasant thing was that slender body which wasn’t moving anymore. Her last breath has already dissolved in the air several minutes ago, while that thick red colour slowly spread on the floor. It has all happened so quickly: she’s tried to lie, to make a foul of him and when things got worse in a little argument, a tug on her arm has changed the course of their lives. The loss of stability, the edge of the furniture and finally the silence.
It wasn’t my fault, Jason thought, it was a terrible incident!
He was standing on foot in front of that little girl
ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Man of the Gallows by InvaderIka, literature
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ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Man of the Gallows
"I used to be a hardworking, honest man and husband. A man of reputation, yet one who would take care of strangers as if they were his own family. It was a common sight to see me being polite to travelers and townsfolk alike. After all, where I came from it was a custom passed down from our elder's Southern roots. But like all things, it wasn't always as pleasant in mah life as I wish I could portray it through this story."
"The name is Andrew Colt. I used to live in the town of Hendrick's Post and I was just one of the locals. I worked as a ranch hand for one of the big cattle ranchers out in the Southwest. He had been a good friend
ORIGIN STORY: The Puppeteer by BleedingHeartworks, literature
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ORIGIN STORY: The Puppeteer
Jonathan Blake was born July the 25th, 1974 in Yulee, Florida to Mary Blake (Hernandez) and Christopher Blake. Early on in his childhood, Jonathan became very fascinated with the world of musicals and theater, something that both of his parents encouraged him to continue with. Through this, he’d do anything to feed his obsession. Watching late hours on TV became something of the ordinary day, as well with hanging around the theater in town as much as he could. Jonathan soon turned to be the oldest child in the family, with his one younger brother and three younger sisters.
Because of his parents both working two jobs to stabilize their
Today is an important day for the Clarks; after 10 months, Mrs. Clark is finally going to give birth to her child. Everybody in the region knows Mr. Clark of the Clarks, that famous and serious Judge, lives here.
After a few hours, the nurse delivering the child walks out from the room with an awkward expression on her face, and goes to Mr. Clark’s office to see him. “Um, Mr. Clark…” The nurse looks at him with a shocking expression on her face. “Yes? What is it?” Mr. Clark looks at the panicking woman as he frowns. “Uh…you might need to see it yourself, Mr. Clark.” “What is it th
Creepypasta: Nest of spiders by Lurid-Motth, literature
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Creepypasta: Nest of spiders
A week ago, after several years of staying out of my family home, I came back. What I was doing, who I am, and why I was there is not important now and doesn’t affect THIS event. Anyway, my private life is nothing that would interest someone. I must also say that I never was afraid of spiders before. I didn’t pay close attention to them. No matter if it was those on the walls behind furniture or in nature. I want to say that what happened to me and what I felt wasn't ordinary fear of these creatures. It was something more, incomparable to the usual fear of spiders, like what an arachnophobe feels. Until now, I had no reason to fea
CreepyPasta: The Doll Maker by Chisai-Yokai, literature
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CreepyPasta: The Doll Maker
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requ
The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta) by Chisai-Yokai, literature
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The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)
(Caution:Gore)
The sound of faint footsteps could be heard upon the frost covered pavement. It was a cool autumn evening, the sun had set only a few hours ago. Emily could see her breath in the frigid air as she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear.
She held several books to her chest as she walked. She had spent the whole day at the library until closing time. She knew she was not allowed by her parents to be out after dark but surly they would understand she needed to do research for her essay paper.
The wind rustled the branches of leafless trees. Besides the wind and branches it was quiet, so quiet. It made her feel
If Jeff the Killer was realistic by Cookie-Waffle, literature
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If Jeff the Killer was realistic
I re-wrote the ending to Jeff the Killer as if it were realistic. I don't have a problem with the original version, I just thought this would be an interesting thing to write. Enjoy!
On the night Jeff came home from the hospital, everyone had trouble sleeping. They were worried about him. What would people think of him now that he was so horribly disfigured? Margret and Peter planned on homeschooling him and his brother Liu from now on because of what happened. Margret kept checking on Jeff every once in a while. Every time she walked into his room, he was sitting up in his bed, whispering to himself. "I thought those pain killers would have
Lie [Jeff the Killer X Reader] by YuriGirlLove, literature
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Lie [Jeff the Killer X Reader]
Why can't it be perfect?
This love's not even real
Why don't I cry for you?
Love was dead from the start
I don't want you
I don't need you
I'll forget you
It doesn't matter
I'll play along
Writing our song
We are perfect
I love you
[Name] sat in a room, glancing out of the one window. It's been almost a day, where is he? He said he would be here. "[Name], Are you awake?" a voice asked. A voice [Name] could pick out anywhere. Smiling, [Name] turned around and embraced the figure in white and red. "Jeff! You're here!" [Name] exclaimed. Jeff chuckled, returning the embrace of his loved one. "Of course I am, I said I'd be here didn't I?" [Na