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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6
Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.
Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.
After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.
“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.
Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.
“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 8
Kagekao was still confined to staying inside the house. It was a good thing, even if Kage didn’t see it that way, because his wounds hadn’t fully healed yet; however, because he couldn’t go outside, he was constantly bored throughout the day.
When night finally arrived, Kage climbed into bed to go to sleep. After a few long minutes, he felt himself drifting off; but someone opened the door to his room and rushed inside. It was Yuki; she shut the door silently and then looked at Kage.
“お母さん? 何で-？” (Mom? What is-?) Kage started, but Yuki quickly motioned for him
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 5
Kagekao approached the city. He looked around to make sure there were no humans nearby, and entered it. It felt odd, disobeying his parents like this. He’d never really done it before, but right now he felt like he had to.
He climbed up to the top of a building and looked around for the shinigami. Seeing no one, he continued the search deeper into the city. He saw a few humans, but avoided them. Climbing along the rooftops, he continued his search.
* * *
After a while of searching; he saw someone walking along the sidewalk. They had three large pairs of wings on their back, and a mask and faceplate on. Kage climbed closer silentl
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 10
Kage sighed. He climbed further up the roof so that he could no longer hear his parents; he didn’t like to hear them so sad.
Kage climbed to the highest part of the roof and sat down; he felt like he needed some alone time to think. He felt afraid; he didn’t know what his parents were planning, but it didn’t sound very easy.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the night. The wind blowing through the grass and the trees, crickets here and there, things of that sort. They were calming and peaceful, something nice.
Kage opened his eyes, and thought he saw something in the woods. He grew alert and looked over
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 9
Kage closed his eyes tightly, hoping that it was all a dream; some horrible nightmare that had struck in the night. He hoped that he would wake up soon, and everything would be normal.
He opened his eyes; everything was still in its ruined state. He closed his eyes and opened them again; still the same. Kage stood up, but moving had made the open wound on his chest hurt again. He sat back down and sighed. This wasn’t a dream; it hurt too much to be a dream.
Kage sat and waited. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed, everything seemed to drag out. What he perceived as minutes were probably just seconds. Maybe he should jus
Rose VealMr Sky sits blue atop a toy abattoir.
His puffy white cloud-calves exported east.....with only a small number retained for the rose veal garden.
At Night: Contest entryAt night I find I cannot sleep, even in my own bed, I find myself gravitating to my computer. Night after night I stare into my computer screen and I wonder what on the other side is kept at bay by the light of my computer. I feel it, the feeling of dread, of utter and complete fear.
When I look at the clock and find that it’s moving too slowly, my anxiety peaks, and my thoughts race. I feel like is this the night I’m going to find what lies beyond my computer, or am I going to turn it off in a couple hours and the thing that hides in my closet, is under my bed, or waiting just outside the window for the last of the light to go out to pounce upon my house hold.
Tonight, just like every night I find myself with this feeling, I also refer to is the feeling of the only person in the world feeling that I get at three am. I find the light of computer comforting and I write down ideas that I’ve had for the day. I hear clicking that is not coming from my keys, but I ju
SLAKE It shouldn't be, but already the legs are working. My hips pop into place like nature bore them and even the as the swollen wood sticks and creaks, it carries me. I can spider-leg my way across the ceiling. Horrific and batlike, wooden talons hooked over the carvings, three points of contact, the flesh arm clutching the bag to my belly. Some monstrous creature skulking just outside the filmy spheres of candelight.
The woman who was sweeping the stairs of the church opened the wide doors to go back inside…
… not noticing the spindle-legged beast that slipped in the top of the frame.
Nothing to chew but w
Spoons Spoons to me were always more than a simple eating utensil. I never understood why i loved them so much but... i just did. At school I always got bullied. They just thought of me as the girl with the spoon fetish. It wasn't as dirty as all that though. I just loved them. I didn't find out why I loved them so much until the first day of fifth grade. I was just walking down the hall after class when one of the bullies and her gang started picking on me. I had had a long day so I blew her off at first but she wouldn't leave me alone. after about five minuets I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked a spoon out of my backpack and said, "If you come one step closer you'll lose your eyes." She replied, "I'd like to see you tr- too late. before she could finish her sentence my spoon was under her eye popping it out of her head and ripping it out without a second thought. It was amazing. Those few intense seconds when her flesh ripped and her warm blood sprayed all over my face and bo
The Holder of ImmunityThe Holder of Immunity
Creepypasta (c) Brandon Aquino 2013
The Holder Series (c) Original Author/s
In any country/state, go to any mental hospital and ask the person at the desk if they know of anyone who calls themself "The Holder of Immunity." If the deskman (or woman) gives you a friendly smile and says, "Welcome. Please follow me," follow them wherever they lead you. If they don't, leave the place and go as far away as you can.
The deskperson will lead you to a separate part of the hospital where a dilapidated, empty shack stands. Turn, and suddenly the person who escorted you there will vanish into smoke and there will be a golde
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 11
Kage blinked his eyes open slowly. He felt light headed, and very weak. Looking around in a daze, he saw that he was in his own room, in his bed. He was wrapped in fresh bandages as well.
He heard voices, and feebly turned his head to look in the direction from which they were coming from. His parents were standing a little ways away, but facing the other direction so they did not notice that he had regained consciousness. They were discussing the situation in worried voices.
“I knew this would happen!” Kurai hissed, “If we hadn’t heard him then Kage would be dead right now!”
“Does this mean . . ?&r
He loves you...(Creepypasta)
Recuerdo mi infancia débilmente, casi no logro recordar muchas cosas, y bueno, no creo que todo el mundo la recuerde con claridad, pero algo que recuerdo, fue una experiencia un tanto aterradora, pero reconfortante a la vez. Mi nombre es Edward, y estoy aquí para contar algo que recordé recientemente.
Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d
That one word conjures up images of mysterious noblemen cloaked in all of their finery, ethereal sirens wandering the mists in sheer silken gowns, and blood-drenched monsters prowling the darkest nights in search for live prey.
"Nosferatu", "Children of the Night", "Demons", "Devils", "Undead", "Bloodsuckers", "Carmilla Kindred", "Nightstalkers", "Strigorii", "Alp", "Alu", "Ekimmu", "Aswang", "Rakshasa", "Jiang Shi", "Penanggal", "Les Dames Blanches", "Baobhan Sith", "Dybbuk", "Sampiro", "Jaracaca", "Lobishomen", "Tikoloshe", "Vrykolokas", "Dearg-Dul", "Gwarch y Rhibyn"...these are only a few of the names we have given to them--the
Aligeri - Chapter 18Chapter Eighteen: The Night of Death
Before long, Samhain came. It was the coolest morning Celest had seen in a long time, and a low mist covered the ground. The citizens didn't know exactly when the dead army would arrive: just after dusk or much later. Everyone was on edge as they went through the day, waiting for the sun to go down.
Everyone was so nervous and spooked that nothing extremely productive could be done as the citizens paced around the streets, trying to do something with themselves as they waited. Even Lillian, who could usually busy herself with something when things weren't in the brightest of situations, found herself s
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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