Halloween Creepypasta

[Sikslik7]

     Hey guys what is up here, Biggles + SickKids7 coming at you with another event! This isn't just any event though, this will be in the theme of Halloween and something very special. Combining both the spirit of creepypasta and Halloween, we present to you the Halloween Creepypasta.


The rules are simple.

-HAS TO BE SCARY

-Cannot be taken from anywhere else (We will know)

-If you submitted one previously to Biggles' Thread (http://www.343indust...asta-challenge/ ) then you may resubmit.
-It can be Gaming or Non Related, but if Gaming it has to be a game we know or a console, old or not. (IE: Halo, very unlikely we won't know though what you are talking about)
-Has to be spelt with nearly correct grammar. If it doesn't look right it won't be scary and loses the mood.
-Don't have a length, but obviously not so long it takes us 10 years to read.

-Has to be in the theme of Halloween (Obviously)

-Has to be a creepypasta


The prize is the Literary License Award (Yes this is another way you can earn the award).

We hope you enjoy, and, have fun! 

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Here's my old submission for Bigglez' threadthing. It has some revisions... ok ALLOT of revisions:

 

 

 

 

*Rehah*

 

Surprised, Samuel woke with a jump. He gazed around the dark room for the source of the sudden gasp. He couldn't see - It was nearly pitch black. Samuel had been attempting to go to sleep for the past hour, and was dozing off when the raspy breath overtook his ears. He wanted to rise up to turn the light on, but was afraid something would grab him. He knew this was a childish thought: "...only children would be afraid of something that wasn't there..." he concluded... but he still held himself back.

 

He didn't know what it was, but now he was CERTAIN that something was there. He felt the supernatural presence emitting from his closet to the left of his bed: like some sort of Sixth-Sense. Listening intently Samuel could hear very faint rustling... he became terrified. "It's just a rat - It's just a rat - It's just a rat" his mind continually repeated like a broken record player.

 

Moving as slow as his drowsy body would let him, Sam reached for his phone residing on the small table by his head: quickly pressing the power button. The screen made a bright flare in activation. It momentarily blinded Samuel. In retaliation he hid it under the covers so it's influence wouldn't spread through the room. He hoped whatever was in the room had not seen it.

 

*3:33am* The time displayed... "Great..." he thought. Samuel had been experiencing unnatural phenomenon every night near 3:00am. From night terrors, to unexplainable phenomenon occurring during the day: chairs overturning by themselves, strange lights coming from outside when nothing was there to shine them, and loud footsteps coming from the basement when Samuel was the only one there. It's a miracle Sam continued to stay in the house without bailing... but he knew he had nowhere else to go if he decided to leave.

 

Sam touched the numbers "9-1-1" in succession and clicked "Call". Suddenly the screen froze. One message glitched into view: *W*e-E A#1rr-re aW-w-#ak3.*

 

Sam turned his head, and beheld as dozens of haphazard eyes opened within the closet. They were all blood red and shone like damp Christmas lights. His heart skipped a beat. He dropped his phone, and he began to scream. His body frozen in place.

 

Weird flopping and guttural noises escaped the closet. In the darkness Samuel could see the eyes shifting from afar and move to hover above him. A crackle of lightning briefly lit up the room to reveal a horribly grotesque blob of biomatter looming over Samel. It had no head, but a gaping maw of jagged teeth.

 

The creature made a high-pitched wail *Reeeeaaaaaaahhhhrhhwhhrhhrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!*. Unsettling cricket-like chirping noises reflected off the walls. The abomination raised a mutated arm covered in sharp protrusions, and dug it deep into Sam's chest: ripping through his flesh and bone. Samuel's scream was deafening.

 

Unrelenting pain tore through every fiber of Sam's being. His insides burned like molten lead had been poured on him, and his own hot blood flooded his mouth and throat. He felt long sharp penetrating tentacles flow within his insides: rubbing his brain, eyes, and organs. Looking down he could see the creature's arm warp and contort his flesh around his abdomen as if it was fusing with him.

 

Nothing... then light. He could see through it's eyes now. He became one with the creature: It's intentions now clear. One thought now echoed throughout the small hive-mind of intellects within the monster.

 

"Asssssimmmilllattee"

 

Leaving the room covered in coagulated blood and meat-bits, It slithered along through the corridors of the Mansion looking for more snacks. There were none. A siren could be heard from far away.

 

It escaped through a back window as a Squad Car pulled into the driveway. It moved through the backwoods for what seemed like eternity when another house came into view. The creature made a satisfactory grunt and ducked into a small burrow. It prepared for next night's feast.

 

- - -

 

"GAHAHAH!!"

 

Sitting up in his bed Jason breathed heavily. His heart pounded like it was punching his ribcage. Sweat soaked the bed and covers. "It... was just a dream?".

 

He took a brief moment of solace and could see dawn approaching through his window. He stood to go take a morning bathroom break... but something else caught his gaze. He squinted and grasped the windowpane. Far in his backyard underneath some shrouded trees a tall figure could be seen. It stood in the shadows: facing the back of Jason's house. It was too dark to see any defining features... except that it was covered in red dots.

 

Immediately Jason reeled back and fell onto the hardwood floor: making a loud THUD in the process.

 

He then realized that today of all days was Halloween. "Oh my god wow. It's some stupid kid" Jason thought. He stood back up, unlatched the window's lock, and stuck his head outside, "HEY YOU FREAK! GET OUT OF MY YARD BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!!"

 

The figure did not even remotely move. The dots on it's body seemed to grow brighter.

 

"HAVE IT YOUR WAY". He pressed his fingers hard onto the buttons on his Phone. Before he could press the final "1" a sudden BANG came from outside. "What the hell!?". Jason darted his eyes around. The figure was no longer underneath the trees. "Wha? Where did he go??". A plant pot smashed directly below the windowpane. Jason looked straight down in response, but only saw flower pots strewn about the backyard porch. "This kid is a psycho!" Jason confirmed.

 

"YOU EITHER GET OUT OF MY YARD NOW, OR I GET MY GUN!!"... Jason waited... there was no response.

 

Out of nowhere the figure darted onto the porch, *REEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!!!*. It jumped and grabbed a hanging lantern and began to ascend.

 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh!!" In total shock, Jason fled his room, and stumbled as he descended down a flight of stairs: crashing to the bottom. He ignored the pain and started for the door: twisting and turning through a series of rooms. The thought of getting his shotgun briefly came into Jason's thoughts, but he discarded it knowing he had long passed the room it was contained in.  Upstairs, a window near Jason's bedroom exploded. Mere seconds later an otherworldly animal ran through the hallways at an unprecedented speed.

 

Jason slammed the front door open, and sprinted across the Mansion's large yawn towards his car for what seemed like forever. He jumped over it's hood, and moved towards the driver's seat: dropping the keys. "SH** SH** SH** SH** SH** SH** SH**....". He fumbled to pick them up, and turned around to see the creature standing in his doorway. It tilted it's body back and let out a roar on sight of it's quarry.

 

Jason finally grasped the keys, and smashed his nail onto the unlock button. He nearly tore the door off opening it. The beast was afar, but was closing distance... FAST.

 

Sweat gushed down Jason's face as he twisted the key into the ignition, "COME ON!!". Less than a yard from the car, the creature paused as the machine stuttered to life, and peeled out onto the pavement.  It still gave chase. It threw one of it's tentacles at one of the rearview mirrors, and ripped it off of it's stilt. The vehicle continued to gain momentum regardless.

 

A large metal gate could be seen ahead "Aww shhhhiii-!!". The car blasted through the gate like it was plastic: leaving a metal bar sticking into the grill, and sending another backward to impale the creature. *Reeewwarrhh!!!*. The car turned onto a large snaking driveway, and left the being stuck in place. It's irregular fingers held the bar, twisted it, and tore it in half. Now free, the being ran onto the road, and looked on. Jason's car was no longer in sight. A trail of smoke and ground up gravel lingered in it's wake.

 

Disappointed, the creature turned and looked back at the Mansion. Knowing full well that more humans would return there to investigate (but also knowing that the other humans would most likely not believe Jason's story), it decided to retreat into the forest and wait for them.

 

Now inside the House's kitchen, the beast raised it's arms as they detached from it's body. The hand on each arm slid open to reveal deep mouth holes full of spiny teeth, and tentacles. Six small pincer-like legs shoved themselves outside of each arm, and picked up the miniature creatures. The two arm-things then rubbed affectionately against their master, and then scurried out of the kitchen and into the vast expanse of the Mansion's interior.

 

Outside, the beast shuffled through the brush and thickets to repeat the cycle.

 

 

 

Edited October 16, 2014 by Hell Verruckt

[Delpen9]

Here's my old submission for Bigglez' threadthing. It has some revisions... ok ALLOT of revisions:

 

 

 

 

*Rehah*

 

Surprised, Samuel woke with a jump. He gazed around the dark room for the source of the sudden gasp. He couldn't see - It was nearly pitch black. Samuel had been attempting to go to sleep for the past hour, and was dozing off when the raspy breath overtook his ears. He wanted to rise up to turn the light on, but was afraid something would grab him. He knew this was a childish thought: "...only children would be afraid of something that wasn't there..." he concluded... but he still held himself back.

 

He didn't know what it was, but now he was CERTAIN that something was there. He felt the supernatural presence emitting from his closet to the left of his bed: like some sort of Sixth-Sense. Listening intently Samuel could hear very faint rustling... he became terrified. "It's just a rat - It's just a rat - It's just a rat" his mind continually repeated like a broken record player.

 

Moving as slow as his drowsy body would let him, Sam reached for his phone residing on the small table by his head: quickly pressing the power button. The screen made a bright flare in activation. It momentarily blinded Samuel. In retaliation he hid it under the covers so it's influence wouldn't spread through the room. He hoped whatever was in the room had not seen it.

 

*3:33am* The time displayed... "Great..." he thought. Samuel had been experiencing unnatural phenomenon every night near 3:00am. From night terrors, to unexplainable phenomenon occurring during the day: chairs overturning by themselves, strange lights coming from outside when nothing was there to shine them, and loud footsteps coming from the basement when Samuel was the only one there. It's a miracle Sam continued to stay in the house without bailing... but he knew he had nowhere else to go if he decided to leave.

 

Sam touched the numbers "9-1-1" in succession and clicked "Call". Suddenly the screen froze. One message glitched into view: *W*e-E A#1rr-re aW-w-#ak3.*

 

Sam turned his head, and beheld as dozens of haphazard eyes opened within the closet. They were all blood red and shone like damp Christmas lights. His heart skipped a beat. He dropped his phone, and he began to scream. His body frozen in place.

 

Weird flopping and guttural noises escaped the closet. In the darkness Samuel could see the eyes shifting from afar and move to hover above him. A crackle of lightning briefly lit up the room to reveal a horribly grotesque blob of biomatter looming over Samel. It had no head, but a gaping maw of jagged teeth.

 

The creature made a high-pitched wail *Reeeeaaaaaaahhhhrhhwhhrhhrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!*. Unsettling cricket-like chirping noises reflected off the walls. The abomination raised a mutated arm covered in sharp protrusions, and dug it deep into Sam's chest: ripping through his flesh and bone. Samuel's scream was deafening.

 

Unrelenting pain tore through every fiber of Sam's being. His insides burned like molten lead had been poured on him, and his own hot blood flooded his mouth and throat. He felt long sharp penetrating tentacles flow within his insides: rubbing his brain, eyes, and organs. Looking down he could see the creature's arm warp and contort his flesh around his abdomen as if it was fusing with him.

 

Nothing... then light. He could see through it's eyes now. He became one with the creature: It's intentions now clear. One thought now echoed throughout the small hive-mind of intellects within the monster.

 

"Asssssimmmilllattee"

 

Leaving the room covered in coagulated blood and meat-bits, It slithered along through the corridors of the Mansion looking for more snacks. There were none. A siren could be heard from far away.

 

It escaped through a back window as a Squad Car pulled into the driveway. It moved through the backwoods for what seemed like eternity when another house came into view. The creature made a satisfactory grunt and ducked into a small burrow. It prepared for next night's feast.

 

- - -

 

"GAHAHAH!!"

 

Sitting up in his bed Jason breathed heavily. His heart pounded like it was punching his ribcage. Sweat soaked the bed and covers. "It... was just a dream?".

 

He took a brief moment of solace and could see dawn approaching through his window. He stood to go take a morning bathroom break... but something else caught his gaze. He squinted and grasped the windowpane. Far in his backyard underneath some shrouded trees a tall figure could be seen. It stood in the shadows: facing the back of Jason's house. It was too dark to see any defining features... except that it was covered in red dots.

 

Immediately Jason reeled back and fell onto the hardwood floor: making a loud THUD in the process.

 

He then realized that today of all days was Halloween. "Oh my god wow. It's some stupid kid" Jason thought. He stood back up, unlatched the window's lock, and stuck his head outside, "HEY YOU FREAK! GET OUT OF MY YARD BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!!"

 

The figure did not even remotely move. The dots on it's body seemed to grow brighter.

 

"HAVE IT YOUR WAY". He pressed his fingers hard onto the buttons on his Phone. Before he could press the final "1" a sudden BANG came from outside. "What the hell!?". Jason darted his eyes around. The figure was no longer underneath the trees. "Wha? Where did he go??". A plant pot smashed directly below the windowpane. Jason looked straight down in response, but only saw flower pots strewn about the backyard porch. "This kid is a psycho!" Jason confirmed.

 

"YOU EITHER GET OUT OF MY YARD NOW, OR I GET MY GUN!!"... Jason waited... there was no response.

 

Out of nowhere the figure darted onto the porch, *REEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!!!*. It jumped and grabbed a hanging lantern and began to ascend.

 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh!!" In total shock, Jason fled his room, and stumbled as he descended down a flight of stairs: crashing to the bottom. He ignored the pain and started for the door: twisting and turning through a series of rooms. The thought of getting his shotgun briefly came into Jason's thoughts, but he discarded it knowing he had long passed the room it was contained in.  Upstairs, a window near Jason's bedroom exploded. Mere seconds later an otherworldly animal ran through the hallways at an unprecedented speed.

 

Jason slammed the front door open, and sprinted across the Mansion's large yawn towards his car for what seemed like forever. He jumped over it's hood, and moved towards the driver's seat: dropping the keys. "SH** SH** SH** SH** SH** SH** SH**....". He fumbled to pick them up, and turned around to see the creature standing in his doorway. It tilted it's body back and let out a roar on sight of it's quarry.

 

Jason finally grasped the keys, and smashed his nail onto the unlock button. He nearly tore the door off opening it. The beast was afar, but was closing distance... FAST.

 

Sweat gushed down Jason's face as he twisted the key into the ignition, "COME ON!!". Less than a yard from the car, the creature paused as the machine stuttered to life, and peeled out onto the pavement.  It still gave chase. It threw one of it's tentacles at one of the rearview mirrors, and ripped it off of it's stilt. The vehicle continued to gain momentum regardless.

 

A large metal gate could be seen ahead "Aww shhhhiii-!!". The car blasted through the gate like it was plastic: leaving a metal bar sticking into the grill, and sending another backward to impale the creature. *Reeewwarrhh!!!*. The car turned onto a large snaking driveway, and left the being stuck in place. It's irregular fingers held the bar, twisted it, and tore it in half. Now free, the being ran onto the road, and looked on. Jason's car was no longer in sight. A trail of smoke and ground up gravel lingered in it's wake.

 

Disappointed, the creature turned and looked back at the Mansion. Knowing full well that more humans would return there to investigate (but also knowing that the other humans would most likely not believe Jason's story), it decided to retreat into the forest and wait for them.

 

Now inside the House's kitchen, the beast raised it's arms as they detached from it's body. The hand on each arm slid open to reveal deep mouth holes full of spiny teeth, and tentacles. Six small pincer-like legs shoved themselves outside of each arm, and picked up the miniature creatures. The two arm-things then rubbed affectionately against their master, and then scurried out of the kitchen and into the vast expanse of the Mansion's interior.

 

Outside, the beast shuffled through the brush and thickets to repeat the cycle.

 

 

 

I laughed. 

[Mr Biggles]

Well because no one decided to post. By default you win Hell Vurruckt.

You get the award.