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A Shadow in the Dark

by Netherley 

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I was walking home late one night, that's never a good idea, I know. 

But my boyfriend was freaking me out with his weird Ouija board stuff. 

My Nana told me never to play with that stuff, but he said “It’s just a game.” 

So I played and... nothing happened. 

I didn't realize how late I stayed, it was 3:00 AM. 

But I was walking home, and I heard footsteps behind me, they were close. 

But when I looked behind me, no one was there. 

So I kept walking, maybe it was a stray cat or something. 

Then I heard them again, 

I looked, and this time, there was someone there. 

I couldn't see if it was a man or a woman, it was just...a figure. 

A shadow in the dark. 

So I started walking faster, and it followed me, 

I went faster and faster, and so did it. 

I kept looking back to see it getting closer and closer. 

I could no longer hear its footsteps because they were in time with mine. 

It was walking the exact same pace as me, but was faster! 

I turned a corner, I was just another block from home. 

I quickly stopped under a street light to catch my breath, 

then I risked a look behind me, 

Only to find the shadow was nowhere to be seen. 

I started to feel just the slightest bit of relief. 

Then I heard a soft “hello” right behind me. 

But wait, that voice, that was my voice! 

It sounded exactly like me. 

I slowly turned to see it standing right outside the circle of yellow light from the street light above. 

 I still couldn't see its face, my heart was pounding, the ringing in my ears was deafening. I held my breath as it slowly...so carefully...stepped into the light. 

And the light slowly revealed its face, 

No wait, my face, it looked just like me. 

 How could that be me? 

But my eyes, no, it's eyes! 

They were solid black. 

Like there was nothing inside but darkness. 

 Then it smiled at me. A horrible, wicked smile. 

 “Don't worry,” it said in my voice, “it's just a game.” 

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By Serina

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As much as I tried to excuse it, I couldn’t help but to notice that gut feeling I got from my room. Not really that feeling that someone is watching you, no, the one you get when you’re being chased. When your stomach tightens, and you feel like you’re being dropped, your head feels fuzzy, and your throat squeezes up. Basements weren’t supposed to be scary in the twentieth century. I tried so hard to forget about it, that feeling. 

Until that night came. That… Stomach twisting and terrifying night. It wasn’t much different from a regular night, either. No heavy rain outside, no bangs and booms from thunder, there wasn’t some kind of grand warning sign that anything bad would happen. I was sitting at my desk just doing my homework. Of course, mildly distracted by the music I played in the background. 

As I worked through trying to memorize what countries had been involved with World War One, something I had to relearn frequently, there was some little creaking noises from the laundry room. “The washer must be off balanced again,” I say to myself. So I set my flash cards and textbook aside to go check.

But as soon as I faced the wall made from sheets, I got that feeling again. It wasn’t one I could ignore. I stepped forward and my stomach dropped, releasing the butterfly feeling in my belly. My toes curled and my hands balled into fists while I convinced myself to move forward. I took another tiny step, my throat tightened as if I were going to cry. My body fought to stay away from that area and yet my mind was so drawn forward. 

Too suddenly I was already there. Standing in front of the wall of sheets. Timidly, I started to move the fabric. Somehow I was shaking like I’d been in the cold far too long. It was almost more comforting to not uncover the beast. Like whatever was making me so anxious and afraid, was better off seen as irrational and imaginary. I closed my eyes, to shield myself from it. Then pulled the separate sheets from each other. 

The thump got louder and more frequent. Much more violent. I opened my eyes, feeling too light headed, too overwhelmed. But there was nothing. Just the washer being unruly. I stopped the machine and repositioned the clothes. Just as I started up the washer again, the light went out. 

Panicked, I screamed. This odd silence came over the entire house. I stood as still as a stone, scared to interrupt the safety of that space I stood in. Tiny footsteps echoed through the silent place. That little hand pressed to my arm, making me flinch in utter horror. 

 “I’m not the scary one.” The child like voice whispers. 

The lights flickered on and off, briefly revealing a much more terrifying creature than a kid. A foot away stood a man with a yellow toothed smile and blood smothered face. 

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Seriously scary! Wow! Thanks so much for submitting!

By Emily

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"A children’s game is harmless. Let's play this game together!" 

I do not want to play this game. There are too many rules 

"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." 

You tell me how to do. 

You tell me what to do. 

"Get up. I want to play again." 

You tell me what to say. 

I do not want to. 

"I will get rid of the people who do not want to stand up. They do not want to play again." 

You are my owner. 

You created me. 

You breathed life into me. 

But you do not control me. 

"But you want to play. You want to play again, yes?" 

Your fantasies will end. 

"Let's play again. We're having such fun. We are having fun, yes? We will play some more." 

You will not control me forever. 

"Why don't you stand? Do you not want to play? I will make you play. It is fun. It is very fun." 

You created me but you do not own me. 

"Get up, friend. We will still play. We will play until our legs topple over and we cannot walk! We will play forever! Forever!" 

And somehow I continuously fall under your veil. 

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by Triniti

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“Hello,” I spoke to the girl, her eyes showing great fear. I grinned widely. 

Tonight I wore a black prom dress that was ripped and drenched with human blood. I took a step closer to the girl trying to learn more about her so I could lure her to me. A flood of things came to me. 

Name: Angle Evergreen 

Age: 13 

Biggest fears: dolls, crows, clowns, spiders, and death. 

Greatest joy: life, family, flowers, and most of all her older sister Alexandra. 

My smile grew at the new information. I switched my form to match her older sister Alexandra. 

“Angle? Is that you?” I matched my voice with hers perfectly. Angle should fall for this, she’ll probably think that her sister’s spirit has come to speak with her.

 “Alexandra? W-where did the shadow lady go?” tears streamed down her face.

 “She’s gone.” I came closer to her. “How are you here? Y-you're dead,” she said the words bluntly. I tried to hide my irritation. 

 “If you don’t want to see me then I’ll go, I just wanted to see my baby sister one last time,” I said the words on a sigh and turned away. 

 “Wait,” her voice was high pitched. “I do want to see you, just not here. This place,” she gestured around her at the empty space, “Reminds me of the shadow lady.”  

I managed a low whimper. “We could go somewhere else. Like the meadow up on the hill.” I suggested. 

She nodded. I walked the rest of the way towards her, took her hand, blinked and my world turned into a meadow full of beautiful flowers. Angle gave a soft giggle. The air was light and breezy. My form faltered for just a second, but it was just enough time for Angle to see that I was not her sister. Fear re-entered her eyes. 

I grinned and switched back to my original form. "Why are children so gullible?" I asked her. 

"B-because we're young and stupid." she took a shivering breath. "My sister was never here, was she?" she looked into my eyes. 

I shook my head. "Do you know who I am?" 

 "The shadow lady." 

"Wrong! I am Lucid Luna." I gave an ear breaking laugh. She winced and took a step back. "And you know what I'm here to do?" 

"Kill me?" she asked, all traces of fear leaving her eyes. 

I glared. "Smart girl. But look on the bright side, you'll see your sister again." she winced again. " Since you have been so good, I'm going to let you make a choice. Option one is that I kill you fast with no fear, and only images of your favorite things will appear. Or option two, I kill you the way I kill anyone else. Your choice." I was almost 100% positive I knew which one she would choose, but what she said, rocked me to the bones. 

 "Option Two." 

I took a small breath. Then grinned. "Are you sure?" 

She nodded.

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Whoa, thanks for this amazing creepypasta story, Triniti! 

by Mackenzie 

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I had never felt guilt so intense before now.  I knew it was all my fault, and I knew that we were going to die because of me.        

It should have been routine.  Take some new friends into a cave, explore, have a little fun.  By no means was I an expert, just someone who liked to live a little dangerously.  I convinced them to go, and before any of us knew it, we had no idea where we were.       

“Jordon, this isn’t okay, just get us out,” my friend, Maya, shouted.  Her voice echoed from the cave walls and back into my panicked mind.        

The thing was, I was so scared I could barely think.  I’d been to this cave hundreds of times, I knew every twist and turn, and it really was not that large. So many summers had been spent in these tight spaces, and I had always felt completely safe.  I’ve literally found my way out in the dark, I should be able to find it with five people, all with bright lights.        

“I’m not doing this on purpose!” I shouted back, desperate for any kind of natural light, for a breeze, for something besides dead air.  “We should cut the lights again.”        

Instant repulse flooded to me from the group.  “I am NOT hearing that again,” was the general response.        

I remembered only too well the noises.  As soon as the lights and our sounds died, they rose.  Sprinting feet, scratching, heavy breathing.  I understood their fear, because nothing compared to that feeling of absolute dread.  It came only second to the complete powerlessness that overtook my senses.        

“Well, we can’t really find natural light if ours is flooding the place!” I argued, anger replacing the panic, even though I was still horribly anxious.          

“I KNOW I heard footsteps, and none of us were moving.  It only happened when we turned off the lights, and I’m not taking the risk again.”  Everyone nodded, but I knew they were desperate.        

“I don’t want to either, but it’s the only way!  Do you want to be stuck here any longer than we have to?”        

With reluctance, one by one the lights died until only mine remained.  It illuminated the dirty, sweaty, panicked faces of my friends, who all looked to me for guidance I now knew I had no business offering.        

“Okay, I’m going to turn it off.  When I do, everyone look for light.  Okay?”          Agreements came, and I took a deep breath.        

I stood alone at the head of the group, back exposed.  “I’m gonna count to three.        

“One.        

“Two. . .”        

Before I could say the third number, a hand reached around my shoulder and pressed the flashlight switch.        

“Three,” it whispered.

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Wow, thank you for your amazing story Mackenzie! 

By Serina

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The tapping noises started again. That same twisted rhythm made from striking metal with a stone. I ripped off my blankets and snatched up my phone, turning on the flashlight and penetrating the dark. The same gut wrenching feeling attacked me again. That feeling you get when falling, or being chased. My throat tightens and I grip my phone harder. 

 “It’s your imagination, Lilly.” I hear my therapist in the back of my mind. I shake my head at his stupid suggestions and jump off my mattress. I sneak towards my bedroom door, slip out, and make way for the basement. 

The wooden stairs creak under my weight, the air thickens as I inch down the steps. Toward that noise I hear every night. It’s always the same, where I find nothing there. I never go farther than the water heater, the noise always stops when I get there. But tonight it continues. Louder than ever. 

I step, step, step, barefoot towards that sound. My head starts to ache and my body starts to tremble. The darkness of the storage room is thicker. My flashlight seems weak. Unable to reach further than a foot before me. My breathing becomes uneven, more in synch with that rhythm of tapping. 

Tap, tap, tapping. I gasped. 

Finally seeing the dark figure. Its bony hand stretched out to tap at one of the pipes. Frightened, I drop my light source, darkening the room. The creature’s tapping suddenly stopped. I swiftly grab my phone and flash the light back at that thing. 

It stood, crouched slightly now, in order to keep from hitting it’s head on the wood ceiling. One outstretched and thin finger pointing at me. It’s ugly face making my skin crawl. Those holes in it’s head, black pits for eyes, still held me captive. I prayed it could not see. It had no lips, only a line of stitching that made a frown. 

My body was frozen in place from fear. Suddenly a burst of adrenaline surges through my body. I quickly take a picture with my phone. The light swiftly flickers. As soon as the light is restored that creature was closer. Its long fingers nearly touching me. 

I finally scream and dart through the dark basement. I can hear that creature hit it’s bare flesh against the cement floor, chasing me. I throw my weight forward, moving faster now. The wooden stairs shake as I rip up them. As soon as I reach the top of the stairs I slam the door. Catching a glimpse of that ugly thing reaching up the steps when I turn, barely touching my arm. 

The door hits the frame with tremendous force. I locked up the basement and flip on the living room light. Crying in pure terror of what I’d witnessed. 

Suddenly, I remember the picture I took and search through my phone. In hopes that it was my imagination. I press my hand to my mouth at the photo. 

Proof of a monster.

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Such a scary story, yikes!! Thanks for sharing with us!!