It always started with the chiming of the midnight bell tower, as if the stroke of twelve triggered the floodgates, allowing the witching hour to be unleashed. That’s when the darkness would lash out at the light, like a starving beast whose very movements caused the walls to shudder. It’s snarls brought the windows down to shut tightly, it’s glare brought the curtains to their knees, the shine of the moon surrendering to it’s influence. The power of it’s pounce sent such overwhelming ripples of fear throughout the room, that it forced the burning heart of the candles to hide among the air, … [Read more...] about In the Dark of the Night
paranoia
Locked.
The pub on that road with dirty people and cheap beer makes you get in it and get stuck. My advice is: do not enter poor pubs. Don’t you see on those creepy American movies that people get lost on poor pubs and get killed? My story is just a advice of something you don’t notice, you drive on that road always but you don’t see. Read this creepypasta and be warned about that pub. When we got in that pub it was playing the silence with the noise of flies, the dirty hands of people who seem to always be with the bad in their souls, worst than the sick people on the psychiatric … [Read more...] about Locked.
