Halloween Creepypastas Part 14

PRETTY GIRL
Pretty pretty pretty girl
Snow white skin and golden curls
She’s a vision sent from heaven
Break of dawn till half past seven
But with darkness things will change
She gets weird and she gets strange
Teeth grow long beyond proportion
Limbs will twist in mass contortions
Bile pours from her snapping jaws
Venom drips from six inch claws
Skin becomes a scaly mask
White hot flames shoot out her ass
Half a horror half delight
Just don’t take her out tonight
She is something in between
If tonight is Halloween

Credits to: charitytryst

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THE COSTUME
I look at my reflection.

I smile, admiring my beautiful appearance. A green bulb-like head with two big round eyes on it, coupled with an unnoticeable small nose and a lipless mouth full of terrifying yellow incisors that seem ready to bite through anything. The upper part of a suit covers my chest; I want to look fancy. Through the sleeves a pair of long tentacles pop out, and through the lower half of the suit 8 more tentacles appear. I love Halloween.

I wobble to the door— I’m not used to navigating my house this way. I go out, watching as all kind of people, grown and little, wander the streets. Some wear high-level costumes while others wear bags with carved eyeholes in them. As I walk around the street, people look at me with awe and I can’t help but smile widely.

I just love Halloween; It’s the only time of the year I can get out of my human costume without people screaming at me.

Credits to: Raisu444

Halloween Creepypastas Part 13

ONE NIGHT ONLY
Knock knock.

I peer through the peep-hole in my door. A miniature Dracula and his sister, Cinderella, are standing on my doorstep.

“Trick or treat!” they yell in unison as I open up, a wide smile etched across my face.

“My, my, those are very convincing costumes!” I say.

“Thank you mister,” says Cinderella, before stretching out an expectant hand. Her brother follows suit.

I poke my head through the door frame and inspect the road outside: deserted.

“What’s your favourite kind of sweet?” I ask.

“Gummy bears! Jelly babies!”

I feign surprise.

“Well you’re in luck! I’ve got hundreds in my kitchen!”

The children stare up at me in anticipation.

“The trouble is, I’m very frail you see. Won’t you come in and help me get them out the cupboard?”

They look unsure.

“Mommy says we’re not to go in strangers’ houses,” Dracula protests. I sigh dejectedly.

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to give them out to all the other little monsters. And I did so want to show off my costume!”

Cinderella jabs her brother in the side.

“We could come in for a minute, mister.”

“That’s the spirit,” I encourage them, “just up the hallway and on your left.”

The two of them cross my threshold and wander into the house. I shut the door.

It always struck me as odd that on Halloween, of all nights, parents let their children run amok and talk to strangers.

Still, I’m not complaining. For one night only, all my victims come to me.

I leave my human mask deflating by the door.

Credits to: Kradiant

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THE PILLOW CASE
I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. I’d always wanted a wife and a cute little boy to share my love of Halloween with. Dress up, go door to door, have a pillow case as your candy bag but most importantly always check your candy before you eat it.

I taught them well, my wife and son had a huge haul of candy they brought home. My son’s pillow case was overflowing with goodies and he couldn’t wait to eat some. Just like the creepy stories I read him of poison in chocolate or razor blades in apples we checked all the candy they got. It was overwhelming because we already had candy we bought too. So much candy. After eating a lot I tucked him in bed and said goodnight to my wife, peace was all I could feel as I heard them choking on their own blood.

After all these years why didn’t they check the candy I bought? Walking into my son’s room I reminded him as he was dying that he should never trust anyone. Time to start my 4th family I suppose. Maybe they will follow all the teachings I give them.

Credits to: Fastdreams

Halloween Creepypastas Part 12

THE RITUAL OF EIGHT
Peer pressure is like gravity. It pulled seven of us into a graveyard on Halloween night, unable to resist the eighth, with his black hole of an ego. But the real reason we followed Marcus? Because we were bored, stupid kids on Halloween, that’s why.

We should’ve left when Marcus made us wear robes and chant nonsense. I never imagined he’d actually go through with his half-baked ritual to extend our own lives by taking another. But then he did it. While we chanted what he told us was Latin for “out of one, into eight,” Marcus used a dagger to make a ritualistic sacrifice. He killed.

I felt sick for weeks. I couldn’t look in the mirror, and I avoided my “friends.” We all had blood on our hands.

Then the accidents started happening. Lee tripped off the bleachers and snapped her neck. David’s bedroom burned from an overturned candle. Marjorie swerved in front of a bus. Carlos got locked in his basement during a deadly allergic reaction. One by one they died, until only two of us were left.

At last I cornered Marcus outside gym class.

“Fix this, you asshole!”

“Fix what? What’re you talking about?”

I almost punched his smug face. “Have you heard what all these accidents had in common?”

“No. What?”

“Us, for one thing! And cats. A bunch of black cats were seen near each accident, and it’s likely they caused them.”

He shrugged, but his smugness vanished. “So?”

“One sacrificial black cat. Eight of us. I know you’re failing Math, but how many lives does that add up to?”

Finally, I saw fear in his eyes.

Credits to: TerrifiedByTwilight

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JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES
I’ll admit, I was a little nervous. Walking down the street last night, it was exactly like what you’d see in so many cheesy horror movies. Well past midnight on Halloween, a full moon was the only light in the darkness as the wind howled through the trees and sent long-dead leaves flying in its wake. As they fell, they’d create a soft rustle that made you wonder if someone was hiding in the shadows just out of sight. If it were a horror movie, it would have been the exact moment the girl would turn around and let out a blood-curdling shriek when she saw the monster that was creeping up behind her.

Luckily, real life isn’t like the movies. She never saw me coming.

Credits to: ACTUAL_TIME_TRAVELER

Halloween Creepypastas Part 11

I REMEMBER
Laurie died today. Fifteen years ago.

I remember.

Mother made me take Laurie trick-or-treating. She knew how much I hated it, seeing everyone dressed as characters from shows I didn’t watch. She knew how much I hated Laurie’s energy. She even knew how much I hated Halloween, because all the costumes and decorations overwhelmed me. I reminded Mother of all this that night, but she still made me go. I remember leaving the house, with Laurie dressed as some stupid pixie. She pranced from house to house, always eager to get to the next one before she had even gotten her candy from the first. Once, she almost collided with a garbage bin. I picked her up and pretended to dump her inside and roll her home to Mother.

“No!” she shrieked, laughing. “Need more candy!”

I remember.

I remember warning her to stop pelting me with candy. I even remember putting my hands around her throat. The thing I don’t remember is how her mutilated body ended up in that garbage bin, stuffed with candy, or how I rolled her home. But I remember Mother fainting. Hell, I even remember the men in white coats taking me away.

Now I’m sitting in my room, gazing out the window. I see Laurie appear from the forest, like she has every year on Halloween for the past fifteen years. I see her mouth “Candy!”. I point toward the bushes, where there is a body of a young girl, cut open and filled with candy. Lots of candy. Laurie will be pleased. But secretly, I am even more pleased.

This one was dressed as a pixie, too.

Credits to: The_Demon_Barber

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PASTEWORM
I used to love post-apocalyptic stories. Zombies, plague outbreak, nuclear holocaust, you name it, I read it. I’d fantasize about what my life would be like if such an event actually occurred. What if Ebola spread like wildfire in the U.S. and decimated our way of life? We could live off the land again, reboot society and start fresh. Maybe I could be a hero and save some lives or even lead a rebellion against enemy factions. It would be more exciting than sitting in this fucking office all day, right?

Well, it wasn’t Ebola that did it but some new parasite called Pasteworm. It was given that name because it originated, believe it or not, from a single bad batch of toothpaste. The parasite would incubate in the victim’s intestines for several days after the initial ingestion. The first signs of infection were stomach cramps and the feeling that you had to take a shit but couldn’t. As the worm grew it detached sacks of larva all throughout the intestines. The victim’s body slowly digested the sack which freed the larva and allowed them to exit the host through tears, semen, shit, piss and saliva. As the tiny parasites made their escape the initial pasteworm ate the host from the inside out.

Those little fuckers made their way everywhere from public toilets and restaurant kitchens to sealed cans of kidney beans. If only we could go back in time and stop that crazy bitch from giving out travel sized toothpastes to trick-or-treaters. “Keep your teeth healthy!” she says.

My stomach hurts.

Fuck.

Credits to: SerialApathy

Halloween Creepypastas Part 10

I DON’T LIKE MUMMY’S COSTUME
Little Timmy Parker loved Halloween
He would eat candy until he turned green
He loved knocking on doors all over his building
He loved stories about goblins and killing
Daddy was out working an all-nighter
Like dad Tim dressed as a fire fighter
All snug airtight in daddy’s HazMat suit
Even tucked his pants into his work boots
He heard sirens and he saw lights flashing
He opened his door to see the fashion
A dull green mist hung like a diseased cloud
He could barely think the screams were too loud
This is great he thought it’s so realistic
Cops and firemen all going ballistic
Blood flowed down the hall like a red river
Through Timmy’s body ran a cold shiver
Why were so many guys dressed as zombies
Timmy ran back to look for his mommy
He heard guttural groans and monstrous moans
Ripping tendons and the snapping of bones
Brave Tim grabbed his bat he knew what to do
But Tim froze when he heard “Mommy loves you”
It lunged forward for a kiss on the cheek
Tim was tricked into becoming a treat

Credits to: Huntfrog

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THE KID IN THE MASK
I love all the different costumes that kids come up with. Mainly the classics like batman or superman. And there is usually something from Disney, and this year I am guaranteed to see at least 20 Elsas. But this kids costume is different.

I’m standing at my open door looking down at what may be a 4-6 year old kid. His clothes are ripped and worn, and his mask is full of cuts and blood, it was truly amazing. I was so shocked to see such a young kid wear such a gory costume, so I gave’m 2 full sized chocolate bars. The kid deserved it.

As I was watching the kid walk away I saw he had a hockey mask hanging from the back of his neck. When he reached whom I believe to be his parent, he was scolded, and was told to put his mask on this instant.

Credits to: JohnnyCrusade