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What is creepy pasta? No, it’s not something to eat as it is hard to digest. A Creepy Pasta is a story/tale of fiction intended to unnerve/rattle/creep-out its reader. Colorful name for it, isn’t it?
Whether you know it or not, we’ve all heard some good creepypasta, oftentimes passed off as truth. Think of a chain letter or a pesky, annoying email as I like to call them. A creepypasta works in the same manner. Ie. “Send this email to 10 friends in 3 days or said bad thing will happen to you.”
I would say that’s a foreboding warning, especially considering that it was more than likely followed by a rather disturbing story. The story itself, whatever it may be, so long as it is disturbing/creepy may qualify as creepypasta such as the following:
True? Perhaps. That’s the fun of the crrpypasta. Some other more popular creepypastas include Slenderman, Squidwar’s Suicide, Candle Cove and The Portraits to name a few.
Here is another short one that is quite chilling, The Face Upstairs:
When I was a child I lived in a rented two-floor house. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school.
One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.
I called out, “Mum?” and heard a voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs.
I called my mum again, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply.
I felt she was calling back at me and climbed up the stairs.
When I reached the first floor I called her once more and the voice “Yeeeeees?” came from the furthest room. I felt both uneasy, but a strong urge to see my mother, and started to walk towards the room.
But just that moment I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother come in, carrying a lot of shopping bags.
“Sweetie, are you home?” my mother called in a cheery voice.
Hearing her voice made me feel instantly better and I turned back to go downstairs at once…but not before I had a quick glance towards the room. While I watched from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack.
For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there. A pale face, staring at me.
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