Thread: Invent a Creepypasta

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I've recently developed a bit of an obssession with Creepypasta. Here's a definition if you've never heard the term:

Creepypasta is generally a story posted on a forum, image board, or sent through e-mail telling a scary story. These stories usually range from retelling of old folk stories to completely new stories.

You can read lots of them at creepypasta.com

After reading a bunch, I realised that it's actually quite difficult to write a good one. The genre is quite specific and the stories are all told in a similar way (usually in either the first or second person) to add to the "scare factor." So I thought it might be fun if we could invent some. Anyone up for this?

Here's my attempt.

It’s been a long day. You climb into bed and switch the lamp off – you reckon you’re going to need at least the standard eight hours of sleep tonight to recover. Your eyes lazily focus on the clothes you’ve left on the chair near the bed as you think about the day. Your boss is driving you nuts. How can one man be the source of so much irritation, you wonder for the umpteenth time. And as for your co-workers, they’re always messing up and leaving you to pick up the pieces. You know you should just let them get on with it; half of them deserve to be fired anyway. But you just can’t stand to see a job done half-assed. You end up covering for them and bailing them out on a daily basis, and it’s starting to grind you down.

You try to take your mind off the stresses of the day. You close your eyes and try to think of something relaxing. A beach holiday somewhere, with warm sands and calm waters, palm trees and cocktails in the afternoon. That’s better. You really could use a break. Maybe I’ll take some time off, you think. A breather from all the stress would be amazing.

Suddenly, you hear something. It seems to be a rustling sound. Your eyes snap open. There’s nothing unusual in your room though. Just your computer, the TV, and the chair with the clothes piled on it. The trousers hanging down look almost like legs, you think idly. It’s funny how your mind can do that – play tricks on you, especially in the dark. You read about it somewhere – pareidolia, it’s called, when your brain tries to make insignificant stimuli into something familiar, like seeing a face in the bark of a tree. There isn’t really a face there, of course, it’s just how your brain interprets what you’re seeing.

You close your eyes again, and roll onto your back. You really should be making more of an attempt to get to sleep. You’ll be dead on your feet tomorrow if you don’t. Maybe you should try counting sheep, that’s supposed to work. You try to picture white, fluffy sheep in a field – it’s quite a peaceful image. You start counting. Then you hear the rustling noise again.

Your heart starts to race. Your breathing becomes laboured. You lie there frozen, unable to move, but you will yourself somehow to open your eyes a tiny crack. You’ve suddenly remembered something.

When you came in from work earlier, you put all the clothes in the wash. There are no clothes on that chair.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something beside the bed shift, and stand up.

Very nice!