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SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
There once was a woman
Whose body was cursed.
If she dare bear a child,
It would die before birth.
Through madness he crept,
The master of dark,
He promised a child
To ease the woman’s heart.
A daughter at last!
She wept with joy.
Not knowing at once,
She was just his toy.
Another creepypasta story :) Lazari is the child that was not supposed to be born. The man is Zalgo. AKA Lazari’s “dad”  if you know the backstory, great! :) if you don’t....message me.
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Violets are blue,
Your blood is red,
The window was open,
I’m under your bed.
Lol. Once again, another creepy pasta poem :)
I love creepypastas :)
I come upon a rickety old bridge,
glancing down I wonder what it
would be like to float free.
Free of this life and all that it brings.
That would be something else entirely.

Lost in thought, I soon realize
I'm being watched.
Looking to my right,
I see a tall faceless figure in between
the barren trees.
It just stands there
staring at me.
What does it want?

I move along the bridge, my heart
racing at every step.
I hope my time
has not come, for I want to leave on
my own accord.
I stop just short of a rotting
board. I hear nothing but eerie silence.

My heart still racing, I turn around, noticing
the figure is there no more.
What could this possibly mean for me?
Is it really my time?
Am I being lead to my untimely demise?
These questions remain unanswered.

Next thing I know, I fall through the floor.
The last thing I see before I hit the water below,
is that figure again even slender than before.
The last face I'll ever see,
is that faceless figure staring back at me.
The Slenderman.
Xan Abyss Apr 2018
Its 8 o'clock at night but the sun won't leave the sky
Within these valleys, you will find, abandoned houses, caves and mines
And yet in all this time,
Ever since I was a child,
I never realized getting lost
Could be worse than loss of life

The sunshine waxing, waning
Like shades of purple in a painting
I sought out the water to find my way back to the trail
Somewhere along the way, my mission was derailed
I tried and failed to find anything but this Hidden Hill

[This was before the time of GPS so I had no clue where I was
and I strayed further from the passage home than I ever had before...]

That was when I heard the drums
10 beats echoed all around
So loud, but where did they come from?
So loud, but who made the sound?

I set out to start climbing
The hill that sat behind me
Following my footsteps just to find a place I recognize
Once I got up High Enough to see for Miles and Miles
I realize that I had no idea where I even was

That was when I heard the drums
9 beats echoed all around
So loud, but where did they come from?
So loud, but what made the sound?

I should have seen the highway to the west and I should have seen the ranch to the east
I should have seen the river at the bottom of the valley or my house on the hill at least
I turned around in circles thinking maybe I was lost, and it wasn't 'til then I got scared
I couldn't see a ******* thing anymore
Because none of it was still there

I checked, it was almost 9
The sun hadn't budged from the Eastern sky
I used it's burning purple light as a guide
to find my way back to a place more civilized
I arrived at the base of a hill and started climbing
Back turned to the smokestack, billowing behind me
As though for my life, I raced against time to reach the top of the hill
And lose my mind

And that's when I heard the drums - 8!
Louder now, all around
that's when I heard the drums - 7!
Louder now, all around
That's when I heard the drums - 6!
Felt the hours melting down
That's when I heard the drums - 5!
Felt the hours melting down
That's when I heard the drums - 4!
Something's coming for me now
That's when I heard the drums - 3!
Something's coming for me now!
That's when I heard the drums - 2!
I had to find a way back out
That's when I heard the drums - one!
Or find a safe place Underground

I marked every tree with an X
I sharpened the end of a stick
I had no chance to get a grip
Before I ran for my life and tripped
Slipped, fell, hit the ground
And finally the Lights Went Out

I stood there in a clearing, surrounded by a forest
Thick with trees on all sides
Each and everyone had an X carved into them
And the sun hadn't moved in the Violet Sky

I found a cave to hide in, it hadn't rained or snowed in days
So I decided to make a fire, and try to forge some semblance of safety
But something is attacking me
Something that I cannot see
And when I heard that final beat
the Smoke was in the cave with me

Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above me

There was no hope for survival, so here's a word to the wise:
The journey is ill advised, to roam alone at Twilight
When the moonrise is full of sunshine
It burns your weary eyes
& the magic you find will cost you your mind
In the depths of the viole(n)t sky
The violence lies in wait there for us
Underneath the Violet Sky

Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above me
Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above...
My band is writing really long songs now.
waking-looking-head spinning
dizzy-vision fuzzy
feeling around

soft-comfy-white padded
strange-weird
straitjacket

where am i?
in a mental asylum
why?

cant remember - must try

- fainted memory -
laughing
blood
knife
smiling
people dead
haunting
midnight
clear sky
full moon

- reality -
remembering
smiling
laughing
breaking free
escapes
running

- deep in a forest -
hahaha
finally back to normal
now where is my knife?
I've been getting into creepy-pastas and my favorites are --
- Jeff the Killer -
- Eyeless Jack -
- Slender Man-
- Smile.jpg (Smile Dog) -
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
Some of your stories are daft
But some will give you a fright
Much like "the Russian Sleep Experiment"
Which I just read tonight
I was listening to a song the mentioned this story, so I looked the story up. It's a good story, but an absolutely terrifying one.
Alana Connolly Nov 2015
As you breath catches in your throat
Your eyes travel to a lonely boat
Leaping in you start to float gracefully
The wind blowing your face blissfully

Thick red blood dripped down your forehead
And you barely remember the words that he said
Then in a flash of lightning
You saw a sight that was frightening.

With branching arms aloft
And a screeching voice not soft
He spoke to you



"No eyes. Always watching."
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