Welcome to Crappypasta! This is the companion site to Creepypasta.com, and here is where you’ll find stories that we deemed not quite ready for the big leagues. If I believe that a story has potential but just isn’t quite there yet, I’ll post it here with some tags explaining my reasoning. The community at large can then offer their feedback and constructive criticism to aid the author in fully realizing their story’s potential.

However, if the community is in agreement that I made an error in judgement and the story should be accepted for the main site as-is, they may upvote the Crappypasta. If a story hits the (undisclosed for obvious reasons) correct ratio of positive to negative votes, I’ll move it to the primary Creepypasta archive, complete with a note of my taste fail!

You may read a more in-depth explanation of this process here.

I use the categories to give succinct feedback on each story posted. Rather than write out comments on every pasta, I make my feelings known via the categories that I assign to each specific post. This is done manually and on a per-pasta basis, so if you received a certain category on your story, that is my feedback to you.

You may read full descriptions of each category and how to interpret them as feedback/criticism here.

Note that due to how the sites have evolved, many categories are now outdated. In the dawn of this website, I didn’t get nearly as many submissions as I do now. As such, I was able to post and categorize every single eligible rejected story, even stories that I personally felt had a snowball’s chance in hell of being moved to the main site.

Nowadays, however, this would be an unrelenting sea of nonsense – most open-submission days garner well over a hundred submissions, and it’s statistically likely that only one or two of those will be more than a short, low-effort, all-lowercase paragraph. To prevent a flood of slush, I now only post stories that I believe have potential to be rewritten or upvoted to the main site.

All this is to say that some categories will almost certainly be archive-only from now on, simply because I can’t imagine a situation where I’d actually be posting a story that would deserve the “THIS IS STUPID” tag – it just doesn’t match up with how the site operates anymore.

The most frequent issues raised by new visitors are those of intended meanness and author permission. Please be reassured that if a story was posted here, it was submitted to me directly (I don’t go trawling the internet for stories to mock) with the author giving EXPLICIT permission for me to post their work here if it didn’t make the cut for the main creepypasta archive.

While we do allow comments that dabble in snarkiness as long as they are still entirely constructive criticism, the mod team will not approve comments that contribute nothing to the refinement of a pasta. Likewise, this means that comments left simply to be nasty or bully the author will be deleted. In cases where a commenter continually attempts to leave abusive comments towards authors, they will likely be banned entirely. This website is, first and foremost, about helping people succeed with their writing projects. Unnecessary nastiness does not help us accomplish this goal and, as such, has no place here.

That said, there will always be people who do not grasp the site’s function and leave comments accusing everyone leaving even benign, helpful feedback of bullying. Such comments are at each individual mod’s discretion on whether or not they will be approved, but if a comment section gets completely derailed due to misunderstanding-based white knighting, I will likely remove the comment chain in order to get the post back on track: we are here to give feedback, not argue with people who can’t be bothered to read this very blurb!

There are several ways for the community to contribute their constructive criticism to the works here:

  • Comments: If you want to leave an overall review of one of the pastas posted here, you may use the most traditional method – the comment form. We use DISQUS, so if you want to be an active and recognizable member of the Crappypasta community, I do recommend registering a free account, however commenting without an account is allowed. The comments are moderated, and all commenting guidelines from the main site are in effect here as well.
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March 2016 – Crappypasta Overhaul

Well, I’m sure most of you noticed that Crappypasta went totally dark for a few months. Basically, I’ve been plotting to rebuild the site somewhat, add some new functions, but didn’t quite have the time and energy to see it through until now. I...
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Comments Undergoing Upgrade (99% Finished – Feel Free to Comment Again)

UPDATE 9/19: The automatic upgrade didn’t work, so I ended up having to export the comments in small batches. At the time of this update, the upgrade is 99% complete. Only a few comments should be missing, and hopefully they will show up soon enough. By and...
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Admin Post: Crappypasta Changes Announced

Okay, guys. After giving myself some time off from Crappypasta to clear my head (I can’t even express the level of burnout I’ve been experiencing), I’ve finally created and posted the new Crappypasta guidelines over on the main site. I’ve...
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Darkness with Shadows

Have you ever heard what happens when you lose your shadow? It’s not quite an exciting time. Everyone will think of Peter Pan, and how he loses it, just to have Wendy sew it back to him. This isn’t a fairy tale, and the results are much, much worse. It’s not very hard to lose your shadow, if you look for the right places, the right time, and have the proper items. It may seem like an illusion, but it’s very real. And if things don’t go right, you MUST abort this immediately. I know. I had things go successfully. But it was not worth anything I ever did, and if I could, I would change it. That way, I wouldn’t be living in constant fear, constant denial, constantly hanging over the wire of death, my clock ticking much faster than yours.

If you really want to do this, and make the same mistake that I have made, I will leave the details here. However, I must state the very real consequences. If you go through with this, you will never be able to leave the light again. And you will never be able to have only one light source lit at a time. For if you do, you will spend the last breath in that light. Never let your light sources die. If its a flame, keep it constantly stocked and burning. If it’s a light bulb, keep many spares. If it’s an electronic device, keep it charged. Finally, if you go through with this, DO NOT tell a soul. Or else, you endanger them, and you will soon meet your fate within that hour. Now, if you have read these, and still wish to proceed, then here is what you need. First, you need enough candles to surround yourself in a circle. This can be small, or large, but the smaller the circle, the better the odds of this working. However, it can not be too close, because flames cast shadows, and you can possibly cast too many shadows at once, instead of ridding yourself of it. If this happens, keep the candles lit, and mumble under your breath “I see one too many, for all and any, you must disappear.” This should cause the shadows to disappear, and leaving yourself with one, the original, instead of many. If you don’t do this within the first ten seconds, or if you let a single candle go out, the shadows will come, taking out the light and suffocating you in a world of darkness.

Secondly, you will need bright clothing, preferably white. Wearing dark will cause the same results as if a candle were to go out, or if you don’t mumble the words in ten seconds. Lastly, you will need light sources to get you home, for you can not perform this ritual within your own home. If you try, it will not work, and your whole house will be slowly consumed in darkness. You must perform this ritual within an abandoned building, at night. Any time is ok, as long as it is not dusk or dawn. It must be within an hour of these two times. Once you have collected these materials, you may set out during the day, find yourself a building. It is ok to plan this out, but the longer it takes, the much less likely the ritual will work, for your mind will be clouded. Once you can find an abandoned building, you must be within a room with no windows, and only a single door. It may have lights, but they can not be turned on, and must be left off for the entire ritual, if they were to work. Make sure you have a lighter with plenty of lighting fluid. You may have another to accompany you, but they can not be in the room during the ritual, and you must not tell them the rituals results afterwards. Make sure you have at least two light sources, and a candle may not work. The lighter will, but you may want to have a phone or flashlight with you. You may set up the candles, and the lighter may be left within the circle. Your phone must be left in the circle, along with the other light source if you do not use the lighter. When night has fallen, step inside the room by yourself, and close the door. Using your senses, find the candle circle, and step inside. Grab the lighter, and find the very first candle. Light it, and then light each candle without slowing. If you go too slow, or the candles go out, leave immediately, and never come back again. When all candles are lit, and there are not multiple shadows, mumble “I rid myself of my bonds, within the cement walls. Now, my shadow is free, and it will leave me.” If all things go well, your shadow will leave you. Grab your light source, and shine it on the walls, until you find your shadow on the wall, detached from you. Wait for it to leave the room, for it can now touch three-dimensional objects. Once it has, you must now leave the room, and make it home, without it catching you. This is why you need multiple light sources, since it may find a gap.

When you make it home, turn on all the lights in your room, and go to bed. Now, you will never have your shadow again. But, the shadow no longer has any restraints. It is now all of the hate and evil darkness has. It will try to kill you, and it will try to find gaps within your light. From now on, you’ll want to wear bright clothes, have plenty of lig-

I’m sorry. There was a noise within my house. I think a light bulb went out. I’ll be fine though.

Now, you’ll want plenty of light, and never stay out past dusk. The sun is your friend, the moon your enemy. As long as you follow the rules, things will be ok fo-

I apologize. My power has gone out, and I had to get a second light source. My laptop light and phones light is protecting me for now Sadly, they are both nearly dead. This could be my last words. But i must continue, for your sake.

If you still want to go through with this, you must now follow every rule and guideline I have left for you. As well as the fact that each step must be followed within the right order, or else things will not go your way. The worst part is?

My phone has just died and I am left only with laptop light. The wall behind me is light, but nothing but darkness is in front of my. I fear my time may come sooner than I thought. You see, I went through with the ritual nearly three years ago, and am so tired, for I have been so paranoid and cautious. Things have been tiring, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on. This ritual is not for the weak. The sounds, the sights. The strange smells and feelings. They shake you to the very core…

My laptop is now only at two percent, so I must finish. The worst part, is the fact that you will live your life in fear, knowing the very last moment is coming. In fact, the feeling you’ll fear before death. It has a strange, electrical feeling to it. A sense of release, and satisfaction to it…

Never partake in this ritual. For if you do, your life will end in darkness.
Goodbye, loving light.

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They’re Here

Do you remember as a child, being scared of the monsters under your bed? Or as a teen, watching scary movies and then being paranoid for the rest of the night. Can you recall the scariest moment of your life? Do you remember how terrifying it was? Well this is worse.

How can it be worse, you ask? Because this is true. And everything else has always been a mere figment of your imagination. But not this, oh no, not this. Unfortunately, this is not only something that has happened to me, but something that has happened to many people, probably even you.

Have you ever been somewhere and feel as though someone is watching you, or following you? Now of course this seems irrational. No one would be following you or just menacingly staring at you, right..? But still, you look around, glance over your shoulder every five minutes, just to be sure. Obviously, there’s nothing there. At least you don’t see anyone, and no one is that stealthy… So you’re now reassuring yourself that you’re simply over reacting, and nothing could logically be there. But the feeling still won’t seem to leave..

You’re gunna brush it off as nothing though.. Right…? I am warning you now, don’t. They don’t like that. The more you ignore it, the more they’ll bother you. They’ll work their way into the darkest part of your brain and they’ll speak to you. Saying things that will drive you crazy. Crazy to the point that you will talk to them, try to get answers from them. But never, will they give you an answer. Making you seem as if you’re talking, yelling at yourself, and people might find that crazy. Even though you told them you’re just trying to get answers from the voices in your head.

And if you do as I did, and accept that they are all around you, watching you, waiting for the chance to make an advance; you’ll notice them. You’ll notice them in the smallest things. Like how the lights flicker ever so slightly sometimes. Or how sometimes you here random creaks and noises, the ones you always blamed on the pipes. Sometimes, they’ll make themselves seen, just briefly enough to peek the interest of the dogs or cats you own. You thought the animals were just acting weird, but oh no my dear, you could not be more wrong.

I wish I could give you some sort of ritual, or cleansing to rid yourself of them. And try all you wish, but it’ll always be to no avail. Because these are not ghosts or demons. No, they’re much worse. You see, these are the beings, the entities, that will always be there. There to make you uncomfortable, there to scare you, there to drive you absolutely crazy. And nothing you say or due will ever make them leave. They will attack at only the worst times, your weakest moments. Don’t worry, they don’t wish to do physical harm. They’re only here to prove that even the most sane, are nothing but paranoid liars. Watch out….

They’re here.

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Callousness

“God save us all.”

These were the only words spoken by General Michael Kenmore as the President gave the last number of the nuclear launch codes over the black telephone located in the command center. Michael knew that, while it may be warranted and necessary, this marked the end of life as he knew it. Yes, life would continue, but nothing would ever be the same.

The walk to the small red button underneath a glass case was the longest walk he had ever made. The 100 foot walk felt like it was a hundred miles, each step more of a burden than the last. The whole world’s fate rested on his fingertips, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Sure, he could refuse to click the red button under the dusty glass case, but they’d get someone else to do it anyway. If there was one thing Michael had learned in his life, it was that free will is something aspired to, but never actually gained. Theoretically, he could do whatever he wanted to, but there is always someone influencing the decision and working their metaphorical fingers in your brain, twisting and morphing your thoughts into thinking they’re your own when they truly are set there by someone else. And when you do have your own thoughts, the someone who’s always more powerful decides that you need to think another way, and you do. You always do.

Michael didn’t want to press the button. He didn’t want to watch the news the next day to see that the bomb he sent off wiped out a whole society, ending of the lives of every good, bad, and insignificant person there. But, years in the army turned Michael, a once compassionate, thoughtful person into a cold, bitter veteran who obeyed orders and didn’t care enough about his own life, let alone someone else’s.

But this. This was different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, having called in many missile strikes and many bombing runs. But something was tugging on his subconscious this time, and he couldn’t realize what. This made the walk even more unbearable, knowing that a part of him was trying to redeem him, but all the other parts suppressing the feeling.

And so, Michael finally reached the button. As he looked down on the dusty glass case, all he could see was his reflection. A reflection of a once celebrated hero, but now blurred by the old dust and fingerprints that have been collecting for years. His unshaven, unkempt facial hair and the sunken look in his eyes were visible in the smudged reflection, but everything else was covered. The only other thing he could make out was the small frown growing bigger the longer her stared.

He put his hand on the glass case covering the button, and for a mere moment, an infinitesimal amount of time in the length of his life, he remembered Garrett. Garrett Kenmore, Michael’s little brother. He was a ray of sunshine in a windowless room, a light at the end of the tunnel, a hope in a hopeless world. He was always Michael’s favorite person, someone who he aspired to be like. For Garrett was kinder than all, more caring than all and more understanding than all. He always thought the best of everyone and brought out the good of everyone he ever met.

But Garrett died during spring break of his freshman year at college. Died of complications during a kidney transplant. He decided to donate a kidney to a 7 year old girl he babysat during high school. He heard around town what she was going through and decided he needed to help. He went to the parent’s house to give his thoughts and find anyway to help.
After being told by her parents that there was too long a waiting list for them to get the surgery before her kidneys failed completely on her, Garrett decided he needed to help. Garrett went immediately to the hospital and got an examination, and was told he was fit to donate. Everyone told him he was too young and that there must have been another way, but he knew that there wasn’t.

Garrett died saving a little girl that he owed nothing, because he knew that she deserved to have a life. He didn’t know going into the surgery if something bad would happen, but he knew there was a risk and he was willing to take it. His death was soon after the operation. Michael was called by the hospital and drove as fast as he could to see his brother during his final minutes. When Michael got into the room, the nurse told him that final thing his brother said was that he was happy to have given life, no matter the cost.

And his death consumed Michael for years. As Michael was significantly older and already lost his compassion and kindness, he was destroyed inside to learn that the only glimmer of hope he had to retain it, for something beautiful to be around in the shadows, was now gone. His main thought was “why him?” Why could someone sweet and innocent die, but someone who gets paychecks firing bullets at people live? Michael couldn’t even cry at the funeral. To him, Garrett was the redeemable quality Michael always dreamt of retaining. And with the end of Garrett came the end of all hope. Michael was cold and bitter before, but after that moment he became a shell of a human being, acquiring perhaps the most damaging quality someone could have: lack of empathy. Lack of empathy in everyone, everything, and even himself. With complete callous in life, he did what he was supposed to do and didn’t care whether or not anyone was hurt and didn’t care what he did, he just did what he was told.

This was the last thought fleeting through his mind as he flipped the case open and put his index finger on the button. But there was still hope. He imagined a world where Garrett still lived and everything was okay. Michael was happy again, life was good, and the meaningless fight between two different societies never occurred, and the bomb to end that meaningless fight didn’t murder millions of people.

The thought was gone as the muscles in his hand pushed his finger down and the red bulb above it lit up like a firework. The sirens blared, and the missile could be heard launching off of its pad.

Michael went back to his desk. He sat down and put his head in his arms. The phone rang, but Michael didn’t answer. Instead, he fumbled around in the top desk drawer. He didn’t know why, but he realized it as soon as he felt the steel of his handgun touch his palm.

“God save us all… but not me.” He pulled out his handgun and closed the desk drawer.

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Don’t Fear What Is In The Asylum

“Well it would appear as though we have finally arrived at destination doom.” A medium built man with curly brown hair joked as we pulled into the vacant lot of the asylum. This man’s name was Chance, which was unfortunate because his chances were never in good favor.

“About damn time, if Tyler got us lost one more time I would have killed him my damn self and not these “ghosts” we’ll encounter.” A young woman named Raven retorted. Raven was rather cheeky, with hair to match her name, and a tongue that held nothing back at all.

“Hey, I said I sucked ass at navigating, okay?” Tyler retaliated.

“Obviously,” She responded tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

This was only a small portion of the fourteen people gathered in front of the asylum that night. Out of the fourteen of us, twelve had thought the spirit realm was a bunch of hocus pocus and that this asylum was just a game.

However, I happened to be one of the two who knew the spirit realm was all too real and that it was not for the non-believers nor the faint of heart. The other of us who believed was my boyfriend of two years, and now fiance, Daniel.

“Sophia, what are you feeling?” Daniel questioned me in a hushed tone trying not to draw the attention of the others.

“I just have a really dreadful feeling of impending doom. I mean there are many spirits here that just lurk in the windows on all levels of this establishment. It was probably to be expected since this place is so old and run down. What I had no idea would happen is what they do after a few moments in the windows.” I speak softly to try and only address Daniel, but a few others still manage to overhear.

“What do you mean psychic girl?” Chance inquired loudly, drawing the attentions of those who had not heard, putting the spotlight on me.

“What I mean is after the spirits have watched us for awhile they leave, but it doesn’t appear to be willingly. The spirits seem as though someone or something is coming or perhaps watching them, someone they do not wish to be caught by. I feel as though it would be very bad news for them if they were to be caught by that individual or thing whatever it may be.” Raven rolled her eyes at me as I spoke, she was always the skeptic.

“Of course that would happen, I mean there were prisoners that were housed on the top floor in this asylum. Just because they went awry didn’t mean they weren’t violent, it also means they probably tormented the other patients when they got a chance. Not that I believe you anyways or in any of this bullshit. I think this is some sort of holographic shit that a bunch of people who know the history of this place set up to fuck with the public. None of this shit is real and I bet you’re in on the whole scheme because you’re the only one who can see a damn thing!” Raven viciously announced and some of the group started nodding, agreeing with her. Others actually seemed much more unnerved with what had come from my mouth, whether they believed me or not.

“Believe me or not Raven, there is something that is majorly wrong with this place and I, for one, wish to not find out exactly what that is. I can sense the sinister intentions that lurk beyond these doors, in those very walls of that asylum. I will not enter, I blatantly refuse to do so.” I retort in a harsh tone, one many of this group are not used to hearing. It is a tone that shows authority so they know I mean business.

“Oh come on Sophia, don’t pussy out on us like a little cry baby!” Chance began to antagonize.
“Yeah, don’t be such a little bitch, Soph.” Tyler eagerly agreed and the rest of the group, aside from Daniel, nodded in agreement.

“Hey you pricks, don’t fucking talk about my girl…” I cut Daniel off quickly hoping to stop the tension from spiraling out of control.

“It’s alright, Daniel. They can call me what they want, I will not go into that asylum, not now, nor ever. I don’t care what they say, I won’t be peer pressured into such a thing. I have my car and I will be going back to the hotel whether they like it or not. I will still join the call as promised and help out from a distance. I would rather be safe than sorry.” Without allowing another word to be uttered from anyone else I spun on my heels and walked back down the gravel path to my car. As I walked I heard the vulgar insults being called by twelve different voices, but a single pair of footsteps could be heard behind me. I did not need to turn around to know who it was.

“It’s you and I, we are a team. You go and I will always follow.” Daniel told me after we had gotten into my Impala. With that, Daniel and I left for a safe haven while twelve others played a dangerous game. A game that proved that these twelve individuals belonged in an actual asylum.

The following events are written from Daniel’s and Sophia’s point of view.
This is simply because the other twelve had tempted and sealed their fates. They would not have many chances to write down their encounters. Of the twelve some shall perish and the rest, well I will save that part for later, unless you have already figured it out.

Entry # 1

Time: 11:01 P.M.

Date: June 26th

Location: Written from Maybelle Hotel about Archer Asylum

Author of Entry: Daniel Edwards

After Sophia and I had gotten back to the hotel I could see her visibly calm down, though I am positive she is still livid over the names they called her. Then again, that could be just me. No matter though, we had no time to worry over the frivolous things. Even though we came back to the hotel we still joined the others in the Skype call. We would witness these ordeals from afar, from safety. Not much had changed since we left, everyone was still outside. No one was calling Sophia names anymore, but many seemed more concerned at the fact she followed through with what she said she would do. Chance and Raven were organizing many into groups, but all seemed a little skeptical now. It filled me with a sense of pride that my Sophia had just instilled fear in the non-believers. It served them right for the things they said to my girl.

Once Chance and Raven split everyone up into groups of two (which I know isn’t a group more of a pair, but Chance and Raven insisted they were in groups) they were given a location to head off to. Everyone pulled out flashlights and video cameras, each pair also had an EVP recorder, those would never be recovered though. They all entered the building and I heard one girl, Alice, mention how cold and drafty it was in there. Chance blew it off saying it was the wind from all the busted windows and the dilapidation of the building. Everyone seemed to buy it and I probably would have too, if it wasn’t summer and on that particular night one hundred and two degrees.Yet they all continued on as if it was nothing and I could see Sophia shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. They were in grave danger, that much I knew, but they wouldn’t know how bad it was until later.

Entry # 2

Time: 12:00 A.M.

Date: June 27th

Location: Written at the Maybelle Hotel about the Archer Asylum

Author of Entry: Sophia Davis

Practically an hour was wasted with the groups just messing around trying to scare each other. How ignorant of them, they had no idea the danger they were in, and yet it was like an average day in college for them. This wasn’t a game and the first to learn that was Tyler Wilder and his girlfriend, Cynthia Young. It had only been fifteen minutes past midnight when Cynthia spoke to Tyler so quietly you could barely make out the words, but luckily everyone was using blu-tooth so they could talk hands free and we could still hear.
“Is it me, or has it gotten colder since we first entered this place?” She asked Tyler in a hushed tone, she almost seemed concerned, perhaps she just didn’t want to catch a cold.
“A little bit… hey nerds at the hotel check if the temperature dropped, will ya?” Tyler said in his naturally rude fashion. I looked at Daniel for a confirmation that there was a descent in the temperature, but he shook his head.
“It’s a no go. Temperature is still the same.” I replied and I heard a whimper come from Cynthia.
“It’s probably just a draft from this old raggedy place. Isn’t that right, Soph?” For the first time in my life I could tell Tyler wasn’t so sure about that himself, but he wanted to calm Cynthia down, so I lied for him and I wish I hadn’t.
“That’s right, old buildings have lots of creaks and groans, sometimes as it tries to settle it can create a cooler draft, especially if you’re on a lower level, which you’re in the basement so it’s highly probable.” Even as true as that might be, I knew that wasn’t the real reason as to why it was colder. I remember when I researched the place, that the basement was a horror house. The basement had been used for experiments on any patient that couldn’t protest and after awhile anyone that no one would miss or had become too wild for the liking of the caretakers. I knew the basement was filled with hatred, agony, and awful doings….I just didn’t realize how bad this would actually be for them.
Tyler and Cynthia continued exploring the basement, making comments about how much colder it got and how things grew darker and more gruesome. They reported seeing weird characters on the wall (the ones you would see a crazed devil worshiper making) and how some seemed to be drenched in blood. It continued that way until they reached the end of the long narrow corridor, and when they turned around they could see no signs of how far they had come. All that stood before them was a large metal door that read ‘Quiet Room.’ Not a sound could be heard from within, which was both good and bad. Good because maybe it was actually safe and nothing was in it. We were wrong on that account entirely. Upon opening the door and entering, Cynthia and Tyler realized it was a soundproof room that locked from the outside. It had no windows nor lights and it was hard to make out anything at all. They explored the room, not realizing the door was on a timer that shouldn’t work since there was no power at all in this old building, and it clicked shut behind them immersing the two in total darkness. Cynthia screamed as it clicked shut and Tyler took a step back until he heard a crunching beneath his feet, no one wanted to know what he had just stepped on.
For about twenty minutes or so they talked to Daniel and I trying to find a way to open the door, none of the others were willing to help all too absorbed in their own horseplay. The fools didn’t even care that two of their friends were in danger. Cynthia had begun crying and Tyler had no clue what to do so he did the most sane thing he could, he stayed calm and asked for help.
“Sophia, Daniel, can you look if there was an emergency opening to this door, it’s too dark to wander aimlessly around here. Plus Cynthia is too panicked to function.”
“Of course, we’ll look on the layouts of the place we picked up at the library.”
“Thank you.” Those two words were the last I heard from either Tyler or Cynthia. Shortly after that they were booted from the Skype call with a voice saying, “This is the Quiet Room and you are not being very quiet at all.” It was a matter of minutes later I found the emergency exit mechanism, but Tyler nor Cynthia never made it out or at least if they did it probably wouldn’t be alive, it’s not clear whatever happened to them. They were probably the newest victims of the Quiet Room.

Info on the Quiet Room;

The Quiet Room was used as a place to kill the rowdy and rebellious patients of the asylum. It was the only soundproof room that had no cameras and no access by anyone who cared. When the building was shut down in 1885, it was said that those who went in there never came out alive, they were beheaded and then they were sent….down a garbage chute a few days later. I’m sure if the police ever looked where the chutes treasures came out, they’d find two new bodies there.
Those two were the first casualties of that brutal night.

Entry # 3

Time: 1:45 A.M.

Location: Maybelle Hotel/Archer Asylum

Date: June 27th

Author of Entry: Daniel Edwards
Sophia had grown tired and decided to take a nap, so I took over ‘Mission Control’ at this point in time. Nothing strange had really happened since Tyler and Cynthia’s disappearances, a few reports of chills, but everyone believed Sophia’s logical explanation for that. They were bloody fools that’s for sure. Raven and Sammy reported in about the chills in the air quite often now and constantly asked for weather updates. When I told them the temperature went up two degrees, Sammy seemed ill and Raven wouldn’t believe it.
“That’s impossible!! It’s freezing in here, a building can’t cause that much of a draft, this is ridiculous, you must be bullshitting us…” She stopped short when I sent a screenshot of the weather to the group-chat portion. Sammy wailed and Raven just gasped. “This can’t be…it…no!” Raven must have started running because I heard Sammy’s wails grow distant and Raven was panting. I heard a bloodcurdling shriek and pounding on what seemed to be a door, from what I could hear. Sammy joined in moments later, I could hear her screams and cries begging to leave this place. I heard what sounded like a banshee screaming and Sammy had fallen, I could tell from the way Raven was speaking.
“Sammy, Sammy! Get up, SAMMY!!! NO, NO STAY…STAY…stay…away..” And Raven screamed at the top of her lungs, and kept screaming and screaming. In the background you could hear the doors open, whether Sammy had gotten them open or Raven or if they opened on their own accord was unknown all I know is the screaming never stopped. The others that were there had stopped fooling around and then began laughing because they thought Sammy and Raven were trying to play a prank of them.
“Nice try, Raven, Sammy, you’ll have to do way better than that.” Chance chuckled. Only they hadn’t been playing around or it would appear they hadn’t been because in the background a single car roared to life, tires screeching, and then nothing at all. They had left the call.
UPDATE;

Date: July 5th

They say Sammy ended up in the asylum that was built in 1910 to replace this one. All she would talk about was how they would come for her, that there was no escaping fate. She would die, they all would. No one believed her, she was deemed clinically insane. Raven, on the other hand, had killed herself two days before this update, or at least they assume she killed herself. Having ones throat ripped out without any signs of a struggle or somebody’s doing is a bit of a stretch. No one said it had to be human though.

Entry # 4

Date: June 27th

Time: 2:50 A.M.

Location: Archer Asylum

Nature of Entry: Final Message of William Strider and Kate Winney left in Skype chat.

Author of Message: William Strider

I haven’t a damn clue of what we saw but whatever it was, it was fast as all hell. Kate and I kept running trying to lose it. The front doors are inaccessible as though they never existed. The windows have magically repaired themselves and they cannot be broken by any normal means. I think Kate broke her ankle when she fell down the stairs, she can no longer walk. The fall was not normal by any means, it was like something grabbed her. We are currently hiding under a different set of stairs, I have been carrying her until this point. I needed a break and decided this is my only chance to get this out here in case we don’t make it. Sophia, I am so sorry we didn’t believe you, you’re not crazy and you weren’t lying. If we don’t make it, tell our story, don’t let anyone come here. Daniel, Sophia, I’m glad you two decided to leave otherwise many more lives would be lost. I can hear it coming. You can’t, it cut off all sound on this end but you two please save the others some way, look up any means, trap the demons…..
The message ends there and the sound cuts back in so the others hear the screams and gurgles of the next victims. This message was the final will and testament of William Strider and his fiance, Kate Winney.

Note by Daniel Edwards

By this point and time the others couldn’t help but to feel as though something was radically wrong with this place, they had begun to freak out. Many knew the chills weren’t normal and had begun to comment on the windows as well. It was as if the place did not want them to leave yet, as if it could decide who stayed, who died, and who lived. Perhaps it did, I’d have to ask Sophia when she woke up if that’s possible. Most of the groups went silent, only the sound of their breathing could be heard…then the screams began. Frantic screaming and running, the worst part is no one would tell me a word of what was happening. I could no longer help them. It was finally time.

Entry #5

Time: 3:30 A.M.

Location: Archer Asylum

Author of Entry: Daniel Edwards

Six out of twelve already down for the count. By this time, many others had gone insane. The insanity list would be higher than the casualties, for now that is. Five more went insane and we’d leave them alone for now. We would allow the insanity cases to walk out of the door, getting to them was easier than our goal, we had a much bigger fish to fry. I woke Sophia up and we went back to the asylum, it greeted us like an old friend allowing us inside with ease, allowing the five insane ones to spill out onto its threshold. We paid no mind to them, however, there was only one we wanted to deal with. Chance was about to run out of all his chances and luck. Chance Donaldson was about to become our finest item yet. He was perfect for the show, he’d give the others quite a fright, I know we sure gave him one. He could join Sophia and I in the fun of drawing people into this place and creating more faces in the windows, more disappearances, more havoc on this community. After all, Raven was correct, we really were in on this the whole time…just not quite the way she imagined it.
Oh how I will always relish the look Chance had upon his face as we approached him. The sheer rage it twisted into when he thought we had killed those poor people and/or drove them to insanity. That was not our doing, well not directly though the place was under our command, our doing was what would happen to Chance. You see, we are the very things the shadows in the windows fear, it is us they did not wish to be caught by. Most of those in the windows had been our victims. The non-believers who dared to enter our domain, just like Chance. He’d believe us now and he would die the same gruesome way WE DIED.
End of Entries.

Newspaper Article;

Date: June 26th, 1885

CLOSING OF ARCHER ASYLUM;
Asylum of Doom

The Archer Asylum is officially closing it’s doors after nearly two decades of horror. The brutal killing of its patients done by scientists and caretakers in on the act. One nurse, who we shall not name for reasons of safety, had called the police when she noticed many of the patients had began disappearing without a trace. The two detectives who were sent in to investigate this case; Daniel Edwards (age 22) and Sophia Davis (age 21), engaged to be married, were found dead two days later their bodies affixed to the wall as ornaments. Their bodies had been flayed and opened up for all to see, any remaining blood was dripping out of them into a nearly dried pool. The staff was sworn to secrecy, but one brave nurse stepped forward and condemned all those involved in the brutal killings. It is said that the detectives were mercilessly tortured before being flayed alive, organs were given to patients as meals. Any patients who survived this ordeal have been sent to other asylums for proper care and treatment. May this atrocity never happen again. The trials for those involved will begin at the start of next month, July 5th to be exact.

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Wrong Bus

Wrong Bus
By B.C. Luck

It all happened one strange night. I had just gotten off of work with 4 hours of overtime under my belt. And don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the extra pay, but this also meant I might just have to walk home.

I lived about 10 miles away from work. And even though I’m an adult, I still hadn’t been able to get a car of my own. So I was currently stuck with public transportation. I didn’t mind it. It got me from point A to point B. What sucked was the schedule. And for this bus I needed to take home, I knew it stopped running around 11. It was 11:03 when I left work.

I ran as fast as I could to the nearby bus station, that happen to be a few blocks away from my work place. It was still a bit of a run, but when I finally got there, I noticed something strange. The station was completely empty. No Security, no buses. not even the usual homeless guy who sleeps on the benches. Empty. I walked over to the sign for my bus and checked the schedule. It stopped running at 11:05. It was currently 11:07. I missed it by two minute.

I kicked the ground, frustrated with my situation. I turned to start walking away when I heard the sound of a bus coming up. I stopped, and turned to see the bus come up and stop in front of me.

The doors opened with a hiss, and the driver let out a sigh. “Where ya going?” I looked up at him to see the same typical uniform they all wear, but he himself looked strange. It was hard to get a good look at him, due to the lighting on the inside, but I could make out two seemingly black colored eyes.

“I was heading to Jackson Road in the suburb, but I missed my bus.” I responded. Surprised that he even happen to show up.

“Get on. I’ll get you there.” He hadn’t made much movement since pulling up, but I merely just brushed it off as it being a long day for him. I thanked him as I climbed up and pulled out my wallet. “Don’t worry about that. No charge.”I thanked him again, and turned to find a seat.

The bus was almost filled. Most of the seats were taken, minus a few here and there. But I was able to find two seat against the window so I wasn’t in anyone’s space. I sat and looked around at the people.

Some looked like business men, with suits and ties, just reading the paper, or looking through their briefcase. I saw a few older looking riders, some with canes, others just sitting, seeming to enjoy the ride. And then there was this mother, hold her little boy as she slept in her arms. He looked so peaceful as we rode down the streets. I plugged in my ipod to drown out the roaring engine in the back, and just leaned and watched the buildings go by.

After a while, I noticed something odd. Never once did the bus driver stop to either drop someone off, or pick someone up. He just drove aimlessly. And it was too long before I didn’t even have the vaguest idea where we were at. I took another look around the bus, but no one seemed to notice what was going on. I stood up and wobbled over to the driver.

“Excuse me? I was wondering where exactly we’re at.” I grabbed on to the nearest pole so not to lose my balance, but the driver merely chuckled.

“Get back to your seat. It’s not safe to stand while the bus is in motion, but don’t you worry. You’ll be home soon enough.” He chuckled again, and turned another corner.

I turned around to get in back to my seat, but when I did. Everyone, and I mean everyone was looking at me. And it wasn’t one of those “Is everything alright?” looks. They were glaring. Burning holes into my person.

I made it to my seat as quick as I could, and looked back out the window. Then signs we were passing looked foreign to me. Streets I never even heard of. But eventually I recognized one. Dover Street. I got a good friend that lived there. I was sure I could crash at their place until morning and get on the proper bus. And away from all this glaring.

I slowly shifted in my seat as I reached for the cord to signal for a stop. But as I reached for it, The baby the woman was holding started crying. I looked back to see the mother try to calm the baby, but something about its cry seemed erie. Like something was off.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The glaring was one thing, but something wasn’t right, and I needed to get off now. I pulled the cord, and two long, slow chimes rang out. No “Stop Requested” light came on. Not even a glance from the driver. No. What followed was even more terrifying.

Silence filled the bus. Everyone’s attention turned to me. And then… the baby started laughing. It let out the most horrifying, demonic laughter my ears have ever heard. Chills ran up and down my spine as it just continued to laugh. Soon the business men start laughing, then the elderly people, and finally, the mother. And as their laughs grew stronger, they began to change. Turning into…. into… these monsters that only seemed to come from the deepest depths of one’s nightmares. Skin peeled and fell onto the ground. Razor sharp teeth and horns grew out the their mouths and foreheads, and slowly they began to get up from their chairs. I pressed my back against the window, not knowing what else to do as I watched to horror unfold in front of me. I saw from the corner of my eye, what once was the baby, and now some miniature demon jump off it’s mother’s lap and began to walk over to me.

I was surrounded. Tears were pouring down my face. I knew this was the end. I had nowhere to go with demons all around me. The driver let out a roaring laugh that shook the whole bus. “I told you you’d be home soon. Now welcome home.” And with that, the demons lunged at me. Clawing and tearing off my skin by the chunks. I screamed with each tear that they took. And suddenly, it stopped. They all took a few steps back, and just looked at me. I looked down, at all the blood and skin that laid on the floor of the bus. I somehow found the strength to get up. And when I did, I turned to look at what was left of me in the window.

I was shocked to see what I saw. What looked back at me…. wasn’t me. But a demon. Just… Like… Them… I finally understood what happen. All these demons…. They were like me. People just trying to get home. But becoming these beasts instead after getting on the wrong bus. This bus just goes from city to city, picking up unsuspecting people. And turns them into these monsters.

I just wanted to go home… But it looks like I found a new home… And we’re waiting for you… Come join us.

Credit: B.C. Luck

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The water jar and thirsty souls

(This is based on a true story. I apologise in advance if anyone find this offencive. The purpose is only to tell about a superstitious belief that people actually believe.)

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What are the things that you do before going to bed at ni? Brush your teeth, prepare your bed, get a drink say a glass of water so you don’t get thursty at the bed, and finally make sure you covered the jug or whatever you keep the drinking water in ……

My mom once told me this story, a scary series of events from her childhood. When I my mom was a child, a family that lives in the neighbourhood suffered some unexplainable tragedies. There was this lady who’s children would die after only their first two 2 or 3 years. No matter how carefully she cares for her babies, for some unknown unexplainable reason, her little ones wouldn’t servive more than the first 2-3 years. After about 4/5 children’s death, one last boy luckily servived who was her only child.
The woman had a terrifying experience once. It was the time when she was pregnant and her only son who later servived to adulthood was in her womb. One night she went to bed. As she felt like a glass of water, but felt too tired and lazy to go get a drink she just forced herself to go to sleep ….
Next morning … A hue and cry wakens the neighbourhood. The lady isn’t waking up. She died in the sleep last night.
As a family member who discovered her dead in the bed explained what happened and how she came to know – “I woke up and was getting ready for my morning prayers. I walked into her room and found the kolshi.

Kolshi,

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(Kolshi is a retro style water vessel, used in Indian subcontinent)

The kolshi was left uncovered. I covered it because I feared the water would get dirty. I heard a faint voice crying for help. I thought I was imagining things. I looked at her sleeping on her bed. I realised something was not right, she wasn’t breathing. I tried to wake her up but she won’t respond …..”
An elderly woman who was listening to the family member’s story interrupted and asked
– “did you just say that the water vessel was left uncovered all night?”
— “yes!”
– “and you covered it, and heard a faint cry for help!”
— ” I thought I was imagining it”
– “quick, you must go and uncover that water vessel as quickly as possible”
— “why ? (Confused )”
– “don’t ask, we don’t have time, you must hurry before it’s too late!”
Dead lady’s young family member who was saying all these, the one who covered the water vessel early in the morning, rushed to the water vessel in the room and uncovered the vessel. …. A faint brease suddenly blew over her face. …
The funeral process was over and they were going to take her to the cemetery in a few minutes. The beloved ones are coming to get one last look at her face …. suddenly the dead woman woke up and took a deep breath, kinda like how people who are saved from near drowning takes a deep breath when they regain consiousness.
They all were surprised at this.

Later the woman explained her experience during the period when she was clinically death.

Apparently she experienced something similar to an astral projection.

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Remember I told earlier that you should get that last drink of water to avoid getting thirsty in the middle of the sleep and to make sure that you cover all the water containers before anyone gone to sleep.

The ancient belief goes like this, – “if any sleeping person gets very thirsty, but is in a sleep too deep to wake up, then he/she will go into a state of astral projection, and his/her spirit shall travel around the room and outside the room in search for water, and if there’s a water vessel left uncovered, the spirit shall descend inside it to get a drink, and if anybody accidentally covers up the water container with the spirit still inside then the spirit/soul/whatever you call them shall be trapped in that water container.

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As the soul/spirit trapped in the container, unable to return to the body from the astral realm, the body shall be left clinically dead. Only if they are lucky enough that someone will subconsciously open up the water container and let his spirit out and only if the spirit returns to the body before it is buried/burned as the final funeral work, only then the person may survive.

As relatives came to hear from the woman who had the near death experience, she told how she travelled along the astral plane/spirit realm or which ever is accurate I don’t know, also said she met the dead relatives spirit visiting the earth, also her dead children’s souls.
She then claimed one or more of her children may have been trapped in water vessels similar way she was when they travelled to the astral plane in search for drinking water.

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After that day she never left a water pot uncovered at night supposedly saving many lives and souls, including her own.

My mom was a small child when this incident took place. She believed it and was so scared that till this day she makes sure every single water container in the house is either empty or covered and sealed well …..!

So, is it bed time? have you drunk that last glass of water before going to bed ????

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The Halo

It had been three years since Jordan had moved into his new town on the outskirts of the city. His ex wife’s infidelity and the resulting divorce left him with nothing but a bag of clothes, a car and some music gear he used when he played bass in bands back in the day but to his good luck his friends Mike and Brittany allowed him to move in rent free to get back on his feet. Things were alright for Jordan who was actually relieved to have a new start in life and had started a new job that paid alright. With the first two weeks wages he was able to fix his junker car to working order and things seemed to be looking up in general. The months passed on quickly and the cold grasp of winter fell on the old steel mill town.

The sun had just crested the hills as Jordan’s alarm sounded, big red numbers blinking displaying the time 6:15am into the darkened room that he slept in. Groggy, he stands up dropping his comforter rubbing his eyes. Going about his morning routine he quickly dresses for his job and collects his things arranging them into their various pockets on his person and grabs his bus fare off the headboard of his bed. Exiting the big red door of the duplex he is greeted by the morning frost. With a shiver he removes a pack of Marlboros from his coat and lights one up exhaling a giant cloud as the smoke mixes with his warm breath in the cold air. Barely just on the peripherals of his senses Jordan feels something strange in the air. Almost like a static charge and the high pitch whine of a 80’s tv left on ringing in his ears. Taking it as a sign of little sleep he walks down his block to the bus stop he waited at every morning.

After an hour of waiting Jordan and the other would-be bus passengers grew angry. Pulling his phone out to check the time Jordan notices the screen is frozen and unresponsive. The trend quickly grows as one by one the other passengers check their respective devices and their annoyance grows. After a short wait everyone with the exception of Jordan admits defeat and returns home. Frustrated at the loss of a days wages Jordan lights up another cigarette and stands up from the bench. The ringing in his ears gets louder and the air seemed to drop in temperature as he made his way back to his front porch. Sitting on the stairs leading to his front door Jordan looks up and freezes. Over the hills the thickest clouds he had ever seen had begun to engulf the horizon their all consuming darkness blotting out the sun.

The clouds rolled forward, turning and tossing as they crested the hills with surprising speed but just before they reached the town the winds slowed and the clouds did too. They paused there for a moment until Jordan saw a large black mass creep forward across the open sky until it reached the center of town. The mass was stationary for a moment then began to thin, finally rolling its self outward in the shape of a black halo growing ever wider as it retreated back to the edges of town. It stopped widening about three quarters of the way back to the edges and just hung there making a kind of a bullseye formation over the town. Jordan stood in awe watching the events unfold then another shiver crept up his spine as the sky grew darker and what looked like black snow started pouring down from the below the halo.

The static in the air increased to a stomach turning, tangible heaviness as Jordan flew down the porch steps to his lemon of a car. Jumping in his driver seat and jamming his keys in the ignition. Turning the car over only for the radio to emit a deafening screech causing him to throw his hands over his ears. Immediately the car stalled out and the radio sparked then it died all at once. Throwing open his car door he ran to the big red door of the duplex throwing it open as well. He ran to the first light switch he could and flipped it back and forth as fast as he could. No response came from it or any other electric appliances in the house. The power was completely out. Panicked Jordan returned outside to gaze at the sky again.

The black snow had already coated the entire town but showed no sign of stopping. Actually it had increased in density being joined by large shapes descending with what looked like open wings gliding to the streets and rooftops. Then the screaming started. From every corner of the town it echoed accompanied by breaking glass and the splintering of doors. The confusion was too much for Jordan who withdrew back into his duplex and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. Running to his safe in his room he unlocked it and loaded his Smith & Weston handgun, grabbing his spare magazine and crept into a corner of the room. The surroundings grew almost silent interrupted only by a gunshot here and there. Just as Jordan started to gather up the courage to move from his corner he heard a loud thud from the roof.

In fear Jordan’s eyes trace the path being walked on the roof. The completely alien footsteps fell in awkward four counts to the edge of the roof but then continued. Jordan’s eyes locked on the window and saw a shadow from above it get larger with each new step. Before he had time to prepare the monstrosity threw itself through the window screeching like a wounded animal and Jordan unloaded ten shots center mass into its chest making the intruder drop to the floor.
Fearfully getting up Jordan struck his lighter to see his surroundings quickly finding and igniting a nearby candle. Holding the flame up in the darkness he slowly crept toward the figure laying slouched in the corner. Lifting up his light source he studied the creature. It’s body segmented into two parts similar to an insect in ways with two stumpy legs holding up a winged torso distantly reminiscent of a man with a few key differences. Its extended arms ending in backward facing claws and a large fleshy lump where it’s head would have been. Jordan inched closer and to his surprise the fleshy lump split open revealing a large, piercing red eye. It threw its arms open about to strike as Jordan raised his gun and unloaded the four remaining bullets straight into it’s eye putting it down for good.

After a few moments Jordan stepped back replacing his empty magazine with his spare. His rapid breathing echoing back at him in the empty house giving him a small reprieve from the fears of what was going on outside. He quickly assessed the situation and decided to leave his once safe home because of the commotion the fight for his life had caused. Slowly creeping out past the front door to see the town he had once called home in ruin. Fires lit up the black horizon which seemed to end at the edge the town and the only light that could be seen not caused by the burning buildings came from the eye of the halo. The black snow that continued to fall clung to everything. It was inches deep now and smelled putrid, like death and rot. Reaching to the railing of his porch steps Jordan immediately cried out in pain withdrawing his hand back to his body. As he opens his clenched fist he sees blood and an open blister. Amazed he realized he had just incurred a chemical burn.

Jordan then noticed something important. The snow had burnt his skin but not his coat. After a few tests he was confident in his findings. the black snow dissolved living matter but inorganic things such as clothes, metal and plastic were unaffected. One final test remained. To find a way to protect his skin. After some searching, a few failed tries and a couple more burns to his fingers he found the answer he was looking for. Vaseline seemed nullify the black snow so he used the whole container and covered his entire body with the substance. Putting back on his clothes he hesitantly stepped off the porch and into the streets.

Minutes into his trudging Jordan decided to head away from the screams and gunshots that still could be heard off and on from the most populated parts of town. Pushing through to the edge he realized his mistake. The sky overhead let loose a loud sound reminiscent of thunder. Looking up Jordan saw familiar winged shapes fall from the center of the halo. They were coming for him. Quickly he ducked into an alley and searched for a way out coming across a manhole leading to the town’s sewers. Freeing it loose he dove into the tunnel pulling the cover back over top just in time as the troop of creatures landed growling and snarling at one another displeased at the loss of their prey.

Attempting to leave the town caused the halo to call an attack squad. It was clear that no one was allowed to leave the area so Jordan searched through the sewers for another way out finding a small exit ladder after a few hours of searching. Climbing it he reaches the top pushing free the manhole cover and realizing to his horror that he had wondered back into town. Looking around he quickly found the local gas station and decided to hide in there. Approaching the front of the store he saw movement within. Ducking down he peered into the station and finally learned the function of the black snow.
Within the gas station Jordan saw the three creatures who had come after him, one of them now holding a woman. Fear turned in his gut as he watched the first creature hold the woman against the wall while the other two started to cover her with the black snow. As the snow touched the bare skin on her face she let out one final agonized scream causing the creature holding her to reach up and violently snap her neck. After their prey was dead all three creatures worked diligently pressing and packing the snow into something resembling an ice cocoon. Then after a few moments all three creatures held open their claws revealing proboscis slowly rising from their palms. With one loud screech the three slammed their open claws into the ice statue they had created. In only moments the woman and all the snow were gone leaving only her tattered clothing behind.

Jordan threw up. Heaving loudly he ran from the gruesome scene behind a nearby dumpster. Reaching cover he finished puking and cowered, sliding down into the corner behind him until he made it to the cold asphalt below. Losing hope he fell into despair. Taking his gun and with a shaking hand put it in his mouth. He was about to squeeze the trigger but was interrupted by a deafening fog horn type of sound. Jarred by the sound Jordan removed the barrel from his mouth and cautiously stepped back into the open street to see a sight that left him again in awe.

The creatures took flight, hundreds flying back to the halo that spawned them. One more fog horn and the wind picked up to hurricane force lifting the black snow back into the sky in what looked like a tornado flipped opposite of their normal shape. The sheer insanity of it all ended as suddenly as it began as the wind died leaving no sign of the invaders. The sun pierced the clouds and the halo dissipated allowing the sun to drench the ruined town in its warm light. The few survivors crawled from the wreckage of their homes and businesses. Over time radios began working again. Jordan finally heard the world news. Every nation on earth had lost almost a quarter of its total population. the halos had formed almost in unison and left the same way taking mostly small towns and cities. unprepared the earth and it’s people were nothing more than a quick food stop on the way to somewhere else in the infinite abyss of space. The question “are we alone in the universe?” Was finally answered and we were not prepared to know the truth.

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