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Month: May 2016

Mumbling Thief

Mumbling Thief

Mumbling Thief By: Jarvis B. My name is Sally (NOT MY REAL NAME) back in 1986 when I was 15, my father was a state trooper in the deep south (I do not want to disclose the state because my father was a well known and well respected peace officer in his day). He was assigned to a rural outpost and was responsible for hundreds of miles of state highway covering a lot of hills and forested areas. So my…

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Midway – Creepy Pasta

Midway – Creepy Pasta

Midway – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest I pull up to the house and flip off the running lights and tug my keys from the ignition, picking up the bouquet I have nestled safely in the passenger seat and stepping out of my freshly vacuumed car. I trot up the stairs to my front door, spinning my keyring on my finger until I reach the lock, where I find the house key with ease and slip it into the lock….

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Six – Creepy Pasta

Six – Creepy Pasta

Six – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest My spaghetti falls right off my fork as I keel over in my chair with laughter. My dad is simply on fire tonight, roasting everyone at the dinner table. It’s all in good fun—even the victims of his witty quips are out of breath laughing. I cooked the dinner, but as always, he provides the entertainment. Attendants include me, my father, my aunt (his sister), my best friend Malcolm, and two of his…

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Landline – Creepy Pasta

Landline – Creepy Pasta

Landline – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest Zachary coos in delight as he “talks” to his grandmother over FaceTime. We don’t have a house phone, because we frankly don’t need them, since we both have cell phones. Face to face is better, anyway.  My iPhone battery is burning my hand, but as long as my little boy is happy, I’m willing to endure the feeling. I try to keep my tired eyes glued to the television screen, where plays a…

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Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest There’s no need to post this as an online status; it’ll only serve to start arguments and make people lose focus and pick factions on a matter about which they know next to nothing. There’s no need for me to waste money on buying a billboard. I don’t have money to fritter away while it’s still worth something. There’s no need for me to post this in forums that specialize in it—if…

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Fallout – Creepy Pasta

Fallout – Creepy Pasta

Fallout By Dakota Priest I’m in my car, headed across town to her house. My head nods rhythmically, slowly, while I listen to the low music coming through the speakers. It is very quiet outside. In fact, it’s silent. I cruise through the beautiful neighborhood, careful not to disturb the perfectly fallen blossoms on the ground. The end of summer is wonderful. I find it breathtaking. The cherry blossom trees that line this street are portrait-worthy; it’s surprising that one…

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Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta

Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta

Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest I open my eyes just before the digital alarm clock on my bedside table hits 11:35 a.m. I stretch powerfully and crack my lower back and neck in the process, twisting so that the blanket engulfs me in a mangled mass of wrinkles and folds. I step onto the floor and head toward the bathroom. I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu. I like to ride these out, see…

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