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cgspirl · 1 year

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confessions: sometimes i go on r/shortscarystories and read through them because it feels more authentic than r/nosleep.

i know that, at their core, they're essentially the same subreddit but r/shortscarystories has told me tales that'll haunt me to this day n the only story i remember from r/nosleep is the one of the dude who almost got a clown blowjob from a clown that wasn't his girlfriend.

idk it's probably cuz r/shortscarystories has like. a stand-alone stories rule and mfs on r/nosleep use that fucking subreddit to write their whole fucking novel or w/e. maybe horrors should be their own contained universe. maybe you shouldn't write a fucking novel on reddit, john.

maybe that's just me.

#reddit #mini rant #r/nosleep #in this house we slander r/nosleep #r/shortscarystories #my beloved #that n r/stupidfood #i am a multi-faceted man

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creepypastabookclub · 21 days

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Donate to Palestine Children’s Relief Fund: https://www.pcrf.net/

An all-you-can-eat micropasta buffet with Jonah, Wednesday and their guest Michael!

If you have a small horror or web fiction project you want in the spotlight, email us! Send your name, pronouns and project to

[email protected].

Music Credits: https://patriciataxxon.bandcamp.com/

Our Website: https://jawscast.neocities.org/

Our Tumblr: https://creepypastabookclub.tumblr.com/

Our Twitter: https://twitter.com/CreepypastaBC

Featuring Hosts:

Jonah (he/they) (https://withswords.tumblr.com/)

Wednesday (they/them) (https://www.instagram.com/xx_wormsday_xx/)

Michael (https://www.tumblr.com/barbielore)

Further Reading:

Delmage A., John; Schnier, Steve; et al., “Freaky Stories”, https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166432/

Dodd, Steven; Gaines, William; “Tales from the Crypt”; https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096708/

Edgar, Patricia; Jennings, Paul; Storm, Esben; “Round the Twist”, https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103529/

Gammell, Stephen; Schwartz, Alvin; “Scary Story to Tell in the Dark”, https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/1325218

Narnia, Soren; “Knifepoint Horror”; https://knifepointhorror.libsyn.com/

Newall, Alexander J.; Sims, Jonathan; “The Magnus Archives, Episode 152: A Gravedigger’s Envy”

Stine, R.L; “Goosebumps”; https://kids.scholastic.com/kid/books/goosebumps/series/

#creepypasta #podcast #creepypasta book club #micropastas #season 03 #episode 39 #Spotify

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fratboycipher · 1 year

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I also came from reddit and idk what happened to tumblr (used it like 10 years ago? but everything seems different). How do we "subscribe" to stuff we like? Like on Reddit, if I wanted cat pictures and scary stories to show up on my frontpage, I'd subscribe to cat-related subs and r/nosleep, r/shortscarystories etc. Is there a good way to do that on Tumblr that doesn't involve guessing the right tags or liking the right posts?

1) follow a tag. go to tumblr.com/tagged/[X], unfortunately some guesswork involved but its usually oretty straightforward. Anyway scroll to check that the content is what you want then follow the tag

2) follow blogs that post it. same starting point as above, but instead of following the tag, follow the people posting in it

#foxasks #a-door-appeared

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wanderingnork · 2 years

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Good thing that has happened recently: I somehow fell back into ravenously devouring every piece of art I’ve come across. In the last week, I’ve consumed (and I mean consumed as in ate)

The first chapter of Moby-Dick

The horror movie Smile

An episode of the Mayfair Watchers Society podcast

An r/shortscarystories tale about Thanksgiving

Clive Barker’s novella Cabal

The first chapter of the novel The Stranger, part of the Max Frei series

The Dragon Age: Absolution trailer like five times help

And I am THRIVING on all this input??? I’m writing a novel about caves right now and suddenly, even though none of these things above have virtually anything to do with caves, it’s like a creativity bomb detonated in my brain and I’m consumed by need to write more. It’s amazing.

#nork rants about writing

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thelreads · 1 year

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Have you ever read stuff on r/nosleep or r/shortscarystories on reddit? There is some pretty interesting stuff there.

I don't, but my sister liked to watch those videos reading about scary stories from reddit. The madwoman used to do that before going to sleep as far as I can remember.

#inbetween #personal

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panicdeleter · 7 days

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hey so I'd really like to read more short stories, does anyone have suggestions as to writers (accounts, traditional, whatever) I should check out? I'm a bit of a generalist but I prefer scifi/fantasy/some horror (the less mundane the better, some of r/shortscarystories stuff that's just generic abuse tales I dislike, for example) I don't really have it in me to read a whole book most of the time, after highschool the ability has just not been there, even though I was prolific before.

#book recommendation request #reading

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y0d00p · 10 months

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I've been trying to expand my sources of horror. I love horror movies and youtube analog horror shit and scp and shortscarystories/nosleep but inevitably there are times when new, quality content that I'm interested in, in all of those forms, has run dry

I'm really trying hard to find novels/professional authors that I like. it just seems like all of them write way too flowery/descriptive/wordy for me like I have a short attention span and no imagination and I am dumb, and also I don't care about characters so long form horror isn't really for me? so I guess I should be focusing on anthology/short story collections

at the moment I have Antisocieties (Michael Cisco), The Secret of Ventriloquism (Jon Padgett), Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke (Eric LaRocca), and Haunted (Chuck Palaniukh) lined up on my phone. I also wanna check out the Best Horror of the Year anthologies. I also really really really wanna read House of Leaves but 1. I'd prefer a physical copy and 2. I really don't believe I will be able to...process House of Leaves. lol. like I said, my attention span: bad, my brain: dumb. but I'd still like to give it a shot

(it's a shame I can't get into Stephen King, because my mom LOVES his books and has like all of them lol)

I'm looking into podcasts too. a while back I listened to a couple eps of Magnus Archives and it didn't really grab me but maybe I could try it again sometime. right now I've been listening to Knifepoint Horror. none of the stories so far have been exactly My Thing, but they do keep me interested and the narration is nice. it is really relaxing to listen to while winding down in bed lol

working so damn hard to scare myself over here

#but d00p what about games why don't you play scary games #that's because I. am a pussy #d00p jumpscare

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minifictionblog · 11 months

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I was whining about how I’d miss reddit as a creative if it went under and decided to make a similar space. :) heavily inspired by r/shortscarystories

Rules:

(One post per person per day at maximum, put a decent effort into the formatting and spelling, no fanfic unless of public domain content 100+ years old , no erotica, no rape or pedophilia content, no slurs of any kind. Tag your blog at the end.)

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thestorymonster · 2 years

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A Growing Boy

How do you deal with an upstairs neighbor stomping? Go directly to the source, if you think its safe. #ShortScaryStories #HorrorStoriesShort #ScaryStoriesWithAudio #ScaryStoriesToRead #TheStoryMonster #TheStoryMonsterPodcast

“Something bad is happening upstairs.” Jordan declared as he gawked at the ceiling of his two-bedroom apartment. “Don’t overthink it. You remember what the building manager said, her son is special.” Frankie emphasized, imitating the tender voice of the office manager. “Nah, fuck that, something is leaking. Look, it’s brown. If it was water, the stain would be beige or yellow.” Jordan said,…

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#horror

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kimgrail · 2 years

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Greedy, gleeful worms

Swarming, squirming worms. Warm, wet scabs.

She scratches and her skin again, breaking it open and more come out, together with blood and pus. They are everywhere now. The floor is covered in small, red and white bodies, up to her ankles as she sits in the recliner, a sea of bodies, an ocean of soft flesh, moving in waves. Yet she can’t see it. The worms took her eyes, ate them up from the inside out, the sclera making a tasty breeding ground.

Breaking, blistering openings. Occupied, obsessed blood.

She resists the urge to scratch it again. Just sits with the feeling of hundreds, thousands of tiny creatures moving up her arm. A small sigh comes from the man in the recliner next to her. The worms are crawling up his nostrils, filling him up too. Yet she can’t hear it. The worms took her ears, crawled inside, punctured her eardrums, to get to the wonderful snack inside her skull, so full of chemicals.

Fiery, foggy pain. Pitiful, private feeling.

They are eating her up from the inside. Taking small, nibbling bites with their small nibbling mouths. And she can feel every single bite. The pain is unbearable, the feeling lasting for eternity. She wants to scream, needs to scream. Yet she can’t scream. The worms took her tongue, explored every single crevice where any pieces of food could be, and then they got hungry again, filled her mouth to the brim with twisting, hairy offspring.

Needy, negligent thoughts. Trusted, tainted needle.

She can’t resist any longer. She scratches, taking of a large strip of infested skin, exposing her abdominal cavity. The worms pour out now, like a tsunami, dissatisfied with being exposed to the room. They ate away at everything inside and they smell like blood, shit and a half a slice of pizza. Yet she can’t smell it. The worms took her nose, stuffing it, and dying in there, preventing her from breathing.

Dawning, dreadful realization. Real, rotten drugs.

She comes off, slowly. The worms disappear, as does the feeling of being full. Now the emptiness is back, but only for a moment. Cold, disgusting feelings fill her up instead, taking hold of her mind, until she feel on the edge of tears. She shoves the feelings to the back of her mind, scratches her sores and prepares another hit.

“I prefer the worms.”

#writing #shortscarystories

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tlbodine · 3 years

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#microhorror #shortscarystories #short scary stories #trickortweet2021 #horror #eldritch

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spookybooscarystorytime · 4 years

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Three Scary Stories About Minnesota

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darealsquish · 5 years

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The Twisted Man Game

I joined the game against my will. I didn't want this.

Browsing Facebook late last night, I got a message from one of my old friends from high school. I hadn't heard from him in years so I was curious what he wrote.

"Twist twist twist all the way around, is what will happen if you are found!"

"The fuck?" I thought to myself. Before I could write back, he sent me a link to a website and went offline.

I clicked on it out of curiousity. It was an old website with **The Twisted Man Game** underlined at the top. There was a disturbing image of a man with his body above the waist being spun all the way around. His face was that of pure terror and pain. I quickly scrolled down and saw a paragraph labeled "Rules."

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To summon the twisted man you will need: a small dead animal (like a rodent, rabbit, cat, etc.), a large bowl, a cloth, a knife, a piece of paper, and an oil lamp.

Steps: (Wait until after midnight but before 3am to start to ritual.)

1. Light the oil lamp so it is the only light in the room. If there is other light in the room, he will kill you immediately when summoned.

2. Twist the animal so that it's spine has been rotated about 360 degrees and place it into the bowl.

3. Cut an X in your non-dominant hand, a circle over your heart (doesn't have to be perfect) and a triangle over your stomach.

4. Wipe up the blood with the cloth and place it in the bowl.

5. Place the piece of paper in the bowl.

6. Say "Twisted Man, I want to play your game," 3 times.

The oil lamp should go out. When it become lit again, the paper should have a crude smiley face drawn on it. This means the game has started.

He can only be summoned for one game at a time, so if it does not work it means he has been summoned already. The paper will indicate if it worked.

The Twisted Man will start to follow you. Three days after you summoned him or he was passed to you, you must send someone, "Twist twist twist all the way around, is what will happen if you are found!" in writing. You will have 24 hours on the fourth day to pass him on. On the fifth day he will hunt you and when you are found, he will leave you disfigured in the same way he is and the game will end.

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The rest was just debates on whether he was real or not, creepypastas and fan art.

It was creepy, sure, but I didn't believe in that stuff. I was wrong though.

The next day I saw him. He was standing outside my house, staring up and crying. I live on a busy street and no one else seemed to notice him. I didn't leave my house for those 3 days but he found his way inside. He wouldn't move towards me or block my way around the house but it was still terrifying.

3 days have passed and I'm writing this on the fourth. If you are the first person reading this, I'm sorry but I've passed him onto you. You have the rules, you know how to pass him on. Or you could let the game end.

"Twist twist twist all the way around, is what will happen if you are found!"

Good luck, I'm sorry.

#horror #creepy #games #OC #cryptid #shortscarystories #nosleep

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nightterrorsblog · 6 years

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One Hell Of A Roommate

I pushed myself as far into the damp stone corner as I could when the heavy iron door screeched open, shoving my dirty face into the crooks of my elbows to protect it from whoever was entering my cell. The filth on my sleeves reeked of a mixture of sulphur and blood, a smell that would have made me gag some time ago, but barely fazed me now.

My eyes ached behind the effort of squeezing them shut, but it was better than the pain some of the guards inflicted as punishment for daring to look at them.

The owner of the heavy footsteps seemed to be dragging something exceptionally heavy into the room, and with a grunt he threw it against the wall across from me. It landed with a wet and heavy thud before I heard the rattle of chains.

There was a satisfied chuckle, followed by the heavy footsteps, followed by the door slamming shut once more. I waited a few moments before lifting my head. Sometimes the guards liked to play tricks and beat you for falling for them.

After several excruciating moments, I relaxed as much as my stiff bones would let me. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust, both to opening from being shut to tightly and to the dim light in the humid room. Once I could see clearly again, I noticed I had company.

Across the room, shackled to the wall just as I had been for God knows how long, was a large man crumpled on the floor. I thought he must be new, since his black pants weren't faded yet and the only injuries he seemed to have were deep gashes over his shoulder blades.

The man shuddered and moaned as he woke, reaching for his head with the cleanest hand I've ever seen here. He pushed himself onto his knees, then seemed to realize his predicament.

An angry roar filled the room and threatened to split my head in two. He stood and strained against his chains while screaming what I'm sure were threats and obscenities in another language. When he finally stopped for a breath, I called out to him as loud as my raw throat would allow.

“Hey! That won't work. It'll only make them angry, and that means they'll beat you harder and cut you deeper.”

He turned to me, seemingly noticing my presence for the first time. Surprise crossed his face for a split second before it was replaced with intense anger.

I don't know what words he spat at me, but I realized why as he said them. I recognized the fiery eyes burning holes into my skin as they glared at me.

I never could understand the language the demons spoke, but he would need to.

If Lucifer is locked up in my cell, who’s running Hell?

#horror #creepy #creepy pasta #creepypasta #fiction #short story #scary #shortscarystories #r/shortscarystories

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meltingalphabet · 6 years

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A Valentine from my dead husband

I opened my mailbox today to find a red envelope. There was no address nor return address, only my name neatly printed on the front. I enthusiastically ripped the paper, praying to any god who would listen that it was a Valentine from Josh. My beloved Josh, the man who I’ve longed for since he was hired at my company three years ago. My heart quickened, excitement washing over my body in waves.

Every Valentine’s day I pray to receive a sign from him that the feelings are mutual and every Valentine’s day I’m disappointed. But not this Valentine’s day. This Valentine’s day will be different.

The stiff cardstock was covered in a thin layer of pink tissue paper. In the center of the delicate paper was a large cut out heart that revealed the bright shiny red beneath. I sucked air through my teeth as I recognized it. It was the card I sent Josh last week.

My heart pounded in my chest as I opened it. The detailed confession of love written in my hand was crossed out with angry marks that tore through the paper, leaving hateful trails behind them. A loose note fell to the floor and my stomach dropped as I recognized the handwriting. I gingerly retrieved the note, my fingers shaking. Hot tears formed at the corners of my eyes as I read:

To my wife-

I did not realize I would die so young when we made our vows to be together forever. But know that in my years away from you, I have watched over you. I hold your delicate life in my hands and I will do everything in my power to keep you away from him.

With all my love,

Tom

As I finished, I realized I was no longer breathing. Tom, my husband, had died two years ago. The official cause of death was blunt force trauma after he fell from a balcony. The hotel we were staying in had awarded me with a very generous compensation for my loss at their establishment. The men in business suits across the polished mahogany table had shaken their heads in sympathy, the horror of losing my husband on Valentine’s day heavy in the air around us.

But I needed Josh to know how deep my love for him is. Instead he spurns me. He tells me to leave him alone. Has the company where I’ve worked for almost a decade fire me. Has a court order to keep me away from him. To keep us separated. If only I could make him see I would do anything for him. For us. Even push my husband to his death on Valentine’s day.

#valentinesday #horror #shortscarystories #shortstory #writing #fiction #nosleep

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tyvian-whaler · 4 years

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#reddit #swearing #shortscarystories #acnh

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