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Well I finally finished, and this is a pretty long creepypasta
Also im not sure if theres too much gore so if I need to take it down just say something

The hallways inside the mansion were dark, the lightbulbs long gone. Steven's footsteps echoed throughout the ancient building. One of the few remaining lightbulbs flickered, giving Steven a better view of where he was going for a second. He had a flashlight, but he didn't want it to run out of batteries, so he decided to keep it off, unless it's services were needed. He began to wonder why he went through with this stupid dare…

    Two days ago, Steven and his friends were all gathered in his house. They were bored, so they decided to play truth or dare to pass the time. Steven had been dared to wabder the neighborhood's mansion, and when he refused, he was just about forced into it. No one even knew why he was so afraid of it, though. Everyone would be inside, swinging on the chandelier or playing hide and seek, while Steven would wait outside. The place just sent a chill up his spine.
    Earlier in the night, Steven was safe in his room, gathering up anything he might need. As he arrived at the mansion, everyone was waiting for him, and Steven knew he couldn't back out. He had put on his jacket before venturing into the dark mansion, as it had been cold the one time he had been in there. The jacket wasn't enough though, the mansion was freezing on a cold january night.
   
    After traveling down the hallway for a fair length of time, Steven had reached an opening to a room. It was considerably peculiar, as there weren't any doors or paths nearby. He cautiously made his way into the room, finding that it was rather large. He decided to take a break from walking, resting against a wall. He reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of water and promptly chugging some of it.
    A faint glow seemed to emerge from the other side of the room, getting closer and closer. Steven grew scared, as he had no idea what this could be. Suddenly, the light leaped closer, to the point where it was almost right in front of the boy, and widened. Steven could now make out what else was in the room.
    It was a frightening sight. The light was emanating from the jaw of the beast, it's long tongue sticking out. Around the light was a face, or more like the lack of one. The creature seemed to not have any eyes, or a nose and ears, just a black head with fur protruding from the back. It's posture seemed to be like that of a dog's, with four limbs and a slender body. The creature was relatively massive as well, standing at around 8 feet.
    Steven was terrified. His limbs wouldn't move, he was paralyzed. The beast was almost right in front of the boy when it's long tongue tapped his forehead. Steven suddenly felt very nauseous, and maybe a bit tipsy. There was a burning sensation on his forehead, where the beast's tongue had touched.
    The next thing he knows, Steven is being chased back down the hallway. The beast is almost right upon his heels, constantly lunging at him. It manages to scratch up his legs a bit, soaking Steven's socks with crimson liquid.
    As he bolts out the door, Steven looks behind him to see that the creature had stayed inside the mansion. He dusted himself off and walked out of the fenced yard, noticing that his friends weren't there. "Oh well," He muttered, as he started walking home.


    As he woke up the next morning, Steven felt woozy again. The beast was the only thing in his thoughts, he could barely even get out of bed. Steven struggled his way into the bathroom, so he could check himself in the mirror. His eyes looked baggy, and there was a small red spot on his forehead, his fingertips seemingly scarred. He shrugged it off and brushed his teeth. As he stepped outside of the bathroom, he suddenly collapsed to the floor, drifting off to sleep.

    He woke up sweating and in his bed. He had just had a nightmare about the beast, his mind constantly reviewing what would have happened if he hadn't been fast enough to escape it's gaping maw. He tried to shake the creature out of his head, but it wouldn't work. He decided to check his arm again, noticing more scars than last time, the dark lines reaching to the middle of his forearms.
    His mother ran in, crying. "Stevie, something horrible has happened while you were asleep…" she tried to talk but it was muffled by sobs and tears. She forced herself to continue, however. "Your brother, Mark, is dead." The news of his brother's death shocked Steven, forcing himself out of bed and into Mark's bedroom. His dark-haired brother was lying in bed, three large gashes in his chest. It seemed like a rather strange way to die, but Steven would miss him.
    Walking back into his room, Steven suddenly stopped moving. He could have sworn he had just seen the beast on his bed. He blinked, not seeing anything on the mattress except for sheets and covers. He lay down again, feeling cold even underneath an abundance of blanket. Slowly, he started to drift off.

    Upon waking, Steven found himself somewhere different. The walls and floor were mattresses, and he was restrained in a straight jacket. The jacket was completely fluorescent and white, save for a few red splotches. He took a few steps before falling down, still feeling woozy.
    Steven's mind blanked completely. Static seemed to fill his eyesight, and the beast appeared to be in the room with him. Steven blinked, hoping the monster would go away. Instead, the dark beast appeared next to him. It's presence made Steven feel strangely calm.
    Managing to tear out of the straight jacket, Steven looked at this arms through his static-consumed vision. His fingers had seemingly been replaced with large bloodstained claws, the scars covering the entirety of his arms.
    He turned to look at the beast again, noticing that it had ruined him. Steven took another look at his clawed hands before tearing through neck, driven to insanity.

Challange:

Make a creepypasta that only has 50 words or less.
-Must not be Troll Pasta.
-Must be creepy.
-Must not exceed the limit of 50 words.

I can tell he's here. His staring eyes are burning into my back. His breath surrounding me in a cold breeze. I will die soon. Very soon, I will be like him. Long gone. Alone. Cold. He hates me. He hates you. He hates all. Watch out. He sees y-

Yay, my 100th post! I'm happy to have it here with my pasta buddies XD
Here's my challenge entry:
His eyes are blank, showing no emotion. His weapon approaches. Soon I'll be dead. I'm not scared to die at the hand of him, though. Over time, I've learned to face the consequences of my actions. And death is a fair consequence for murdering a blank-eyed child's parents.
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It's not that creepy, but I had fun writing it :3 Hope you guys enjoyed!
EDIT: Sorry, it's kinda like the example XD Whoops

Last edited by CakePopAnimation (2012-08-07 16:09:15)

Challenge Finished:

Her eyes are deep crimson, seeming like they are staring in to my soul, my mind. She has followed me ever since I left work. She flicks something open. I run. I trip on a curb and crash into the alley. Fear. Pain. White light. Flash. Death. Pain. It's over.

  49 words xD

samid11 wrote:

I can tell he's here. His staring eyes are burning into my back. His breath surrounding me in a cold breeze. I will die soon. Very soon, I will be like him. Long gone. Alone. Cold. He hates me. He hates you. He hates all. Watch out. He sees y-

Mr. Happyman.

I'm going to never write creepypasta again!

Hlelo Evreybdoy, Od Yuo Knwo Em?

777w wrote:

BENISALIVE wrote:

Hlelo Evreybdoy, Od Yuo Knwo Em?

yes, you were drowned though so youre not alive in the least bit

The mystery of Ben 

Hi everyone! I see I have some fans 8D

Can somebody write a Annoying Orange pasta? That thing is CREEPY.

samid11 wrote:

Animeboy975 wrote:

Can somebody write a Annoying Orange pasta? That thing is CREEPY.

There is one called "Wrath Of The Grape". Dumbest crud I ever read.

I bet.

Just read it. Wasn't scary at all.

Can someone write a GOOD mlp creepypasta?

Last edited by Animeboy975 (2012-08-08 19:52:32)