I actually did stumble onto her on fb a few years ago when she liked a post of a mutual friend. I agonized for a few days before going for it. She didn’t reply to my friend request. I waited a few weeks, and then in a fit of frustration, I messaged her. “I understand if you never want to speak to me again after this,”…

Holy shit are you fucking serious

Update: I’ve been staring at that old newspaper photo on and off ever since that day last week - trying to will it into making some kind of sense. After posting this story, I felt like I had to look at it one more time. I just realized - that doll the little girl is holding? Is my doll, the one my aunt gave me.…

This should have WAY more stars. I wish there was a way to bump comments up so more people could read it.

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

Uhhhhh there’s nothing okay about telling someone about your violent fetish after you’ve isolated them in your home. If he was really in touch with his kink in a healthy way, he would have known that.

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

A few years ago, my then-3 year old had a fever which I was treating with baby Tylenol. I gave him his dose before bed, got distracted and walked into his room to see him holding the medicine bottle in one hand and the dropper in the other saying “I give myself a medicine!!”

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

My best friend Kevin, his girlfriend Sarah, and I were driving through a small, sparsely populated village in upstate New York, circa 1999. Often, as we’d see something from the window that caught our eye, we’d pull over and get out and explore. In this instance, we pulled over at the bottom of a hill around dusk to…

Here’s a fresh one from summer 2016.

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

While i was doing my degree, I had to do some fieldwork, and this entailed spending some time in a quaint UK village for a few weeks. The natives were quite welcoming and it made a nice change from normal coursework, so it was fine.

However, right away, I noticed the villagers were a bit odd about some things. For…

But...you didn’t leave her even after she scared you. 😭

one of my stories from last year, but hey, it’s scary.

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Black-Eyed_People

I will preface this with the fact that unnatural movements freak me out. A lot.

This story happened to my brother (Chris), about two years ago.