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Christmas At A Gas Station

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a ho meless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that mo

Jogging

It was another typical day and I had just finished dinner, moms old recipe for spaghetti, my favorite. I washed the dishes and went to my room to change into my jogging outfit.  I was in my car on my way to the high school driving track when I heed a screeching sound. I instantly hit the brakes as a speeding car ran his red light and nearly took out the drivers side of my car. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to the track. Once I had my car parked I walked to the track. Apparently I wasn’t alone, and some other people were there, just lazily walking around. I shrugged and started jogging around the track, dodging each person that I passed. It wasn’t until my third time around the track I noticed something off about the people on the track. I stopped to take a breath and started walking. It felt nice to be lazy for a moment. That’s when I herd it. There was a quiet voice calling out my name. I looked around but didn’t see anyone looking at me. I looked harder, and that’s when re

Days of Lovers Past

Winterfell came to me in a bright sunny day Where innocence ran rampant And dreams were those that held a child’s mind together He proclaimed his love and devotion to me In a way an unadulterated boy would And I was taken by his sincerity And promised my heart to him Longsilver appeared to me not in a blaze of glory Nor as a knight in shining armour But as quiet as the calm of the river Yet as gentle as the summer’s breeze Aided me when I was lost In a world so different as mine Became my guidance and my eyes Though our journey together was sudden and brief And lost within the sands of time Clairvoyance swept past my defenses When Winterfell’s promise reneged Childish and innocent, yet full of life Clung to me like a boy would a sister Admired me like a child would to a hero Blossomed within my heart like a flower would to the sun But our two hearts were not meant to be as one As the truth struck fear to his innocence A careless word And he was nevermore

The Experiment

In the summer of 2003, a pharmaceutical company created a new product in their line of sleep aid; it was an altered form of Melatonin, a natural hormone found in animals and plants that helps regulate circadian rhythms and promotes sleep. The scientists chemically altered this compound to produce faster, more efficient results, the first phase of testing of this product was done w ith fourteen volunteers, the first seven were given normal Melatonin, and the other seven patents were given the experimental altered version. They were to report the results every day after waking up. During the first week of results showed that the patients using the experimental Melatonin fell asleep 45% faster then the other patients, but their state of sleep was slightly different, they were entering REM sleep much faster and experiencing it much longer, and had much more vivid dreams then the other patents. During the next week of testing two patents using the experimental drug experien

2251 Stahlheber Road

The following report is a transcription of a 9-1-1 call made during the evening of August 22, 2011. It was released to the general public in order to offer any clues to help solve the case of the death of Mrs. Mary Carter and her family, consisting of her husband and two sons, as well as her daughter, Susan Carter, who is currently missing. If you have any leads on the happenings of the Carter family, or the whereabouts of the daughter of the family, please contact the Ohio State Police Department. CALL TRANSCRIPTION #0703321-A32.4 DATE: 08-22-2011 TIME CALL START: 09:37 PM TIME CALL END: 09:52 PM BEGIN CALL OPERATOR: 9-1-1, do you need police, fire department, or ambulance? CALLER: Send the police! Please! Send the police to Hawkes Farm, 2251 Stahlheber Road! Somebody broke into my home…! OPERATOR: Okay, ma’am— CALLER: Somebody broke into my home and killed my family! Please, send the police now! There’s blood! There is blood everywhere! OPERATOR: Ma’am, I’ve notified officers,

He Has A Friend

It’s my first year of college and I’m trying to fall asleep on my top bunk. My roommate and I, Mike, share a room on the first floor. Mike and I get along great. It’s about 2 AM and he’s been sleeping on his bottom bunk since I got home at 9 PM. I’ve been laying here for hours and I can’t keep my eyes shut. I turn on my side and look out my window. All I can see is a tree dimly lit by the moon. I’m about to turn over and try to close my eyes, but I see a dark figure peeking out from behind the trees. “Mike” I whisper. No answer. The figure steps out from behind the tree. I can see now that it’s a tall skinny man, but I can’t see anything from his face. He starts walking, slowly, towards the window. “Mike!” I whisper a bit louder. No answer. I’m about to peer down and see if Mike is awake and seeing this, but the man starts running towards us. He reaches the window and slams his face and hands on the glass. I look, in horror, at the pale, skinny, bald man smiling and staring at me with

Cage

The year was 2014 AD. A lonely man sits in his windowless laboratory, tinkering with his newest project. The man, one Dr. Arthur Garvin, was a software and robotics engineer, working for the Rockwell BioMechanical Logistics Corporation, out of Langley, Virginia. He sat alone in his lab for 11 hours Monday through Friday working tirelessly to provide the company with more technological advancements, to keep his own job. He was a special kind of scientist, working both in the computer program and robotic side of his field, but he was nevertheless anxious about his job. He pulled his hands out of the robot on the table in front of him, wiped his brow, and let out a breath. Assessing the progress of his robot, he was a bit impressed at his own work. Gleaming steel covered the hydraulic systems and wires that served as the functioning components of the limbs. The chestplate was open, exposing an experimental micro-reactor, the size of a football, which would provide the necessary energy fo

The Zen Of Raking

  Rake, rake, rake…. The rake pulls neatly, efficiently, through pine needles and leaves, pulling them along in a long, curving wave across the yard. It’s so soothing, raking. He’d happily stay out here all afternoon, half hypnotized by the long, methodical stokes of the rake, creating order in what earlier today had been untidiness. He can’t abide untidiness. He has no close neighbors, which is nice. Nothing worse than a nosy neighbor. Whose business is it, if he wants to stay outside raking all day? Even after all the leaves are gone? Nobody’s business but his own. And the lawn looks lovely when it’s all perfectly raked. Rake, rake, rake… The tines of the rake catch on something more substantial than leaves, and roll it over. A glove. A little one, a child’s striped glove. And close by, a child’s plastic watering can. Now how did those get there?  he frowns, thinking. He has never had children, nor a family…. Has he? Has  he?? Surely not. Children were so messy, leaving their toys e

My Roommate

Back when I was in college, I had a roommate called Tim. We were best friends since high school and had decided to buy an apartment and split the rent. Tim was was like a brother to me, y'know the kind of friend you can have deep physiological conversations with without being embarrassed, and me and Tim had gotten in to a really bad habit of having these conversations really  late at night (I mean like 4:00AM). ‘Why can’t we have these conversations during the day?’ You ask. Well, Tim’s classes started a lot earlier than mine did. He had totally different classes and I had a part-time job at this Chinese food place. It was called Wang Li or something like that. So by the time I had gotten home, Tim was all ready in his bed. So without turning the lights on, I would undress and get in to my bed and by the time I had done this, Tim would have woke up. So then we would start talking, about whatever: we talked about video games, anime, or even random stuff like how our

Second After Second

The sound of the clock ticking keeps me awake most nights. It doesn’t help that I put a scarf over it. It doesn’t help that I took the batteries out months ago. It just keeps ticking. Second after second. I never used to mind the ticking. I never really noticed it. When he lived here, when he shared my bed, the soft sound of him breathing drowned out the other noises in the house. I wouldn’t get startled every time the house settled or a neighbor set their car alarm. I could sleep back then. But it’s been fifteen months and I don’t think I’ve slept a wink. My eyes close and when they open again, feeling as though morning must be right around the corner, only a single minute has passed. Sometimes two minutes, on a good night. I thought about getting a night job. I applied all over town, but no one is hiring. I get rejection emails more frequently than I hear from my kids. I have had one call-back, but once they met me in person, they decided I ‘wasn’t what they were looking for.’ I was

Pasta Player: Pokémon Lost Silver

You see, I am a simple college student living alone in an apartment. I was very enthusiastic about the release of Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver here in the states. I have purposely locked myself out of all media and the Internet aside for school purposes. That means no 4chan, no /v/, no Bulbapedia, etc. As I was busy with the school year and being poor at the time, I wasn't able to buy SoulSilver on its launch date. After my school year ended, I ordered SoulSilver on Amazon. However, it would take a week for it to arrive. I decided that during that time, I would replay my Crystal version on my Gameboy Color. However, I realized that long ago, my mom threw it away because I told her the save went dead, and I was very upset about it then. She also threw away my Silver version, so all I have is my Gameboy Color. As such, I set out to Gamestop and bought a used Silver version, as it's the only Pokémon game left that they have for the GBC. Ten dollars – fairly cheap. I went home and

Pasta Player: Artificial Intelligence

BOOT C:DOS SYSTEM BOOTED It all started on a regular night; the sudden urge to advance beyond human-kind, and to show the world what true advancements are. Jeremy, the most innovative scientist in the world for: the first ever Artificial Intelligence. Everyone cheers him on as he creates more advanced robots that almost seem to have a mind of their own. However, people do go against him and ask if these machines will be dangerous, and whether they are necessary or not. Jeremy says that none of his creations will ever try to do anything "wild". Jeremy couldn't create his AI alone however, and his apprentice was known as Ludwig. Ludwig was never actually 'known' in the sense that no one actually realized he was part of the works. Jeremy didn't see this. As he was too obsessed with his work, and Ludwig had enough when one day, a news crew came in to interview Jeremy. The following are lines from the event. However due to the low processing power, some lines may b

Pasta Player: Do You Know?

Hi all. XXPhantomFangWolfXx here. I'm posting this on Creepypasta because I'm not sure where else to put it. Well that and the fact that I may actually get some help if I post it here. Maybe even a shared experience or two. Not long ago, I started playing WoW. That stands for World of Warcraft, just in case you didn't know. Now, if you've never played it before, let me tell you, WoW is an AMAZING game. Just amazing. I downloaded the trial, and so I get to play free until I reach level 80. Fun, right? You bet it is. And the game runs pretty much flawlessly on my school-provided MacBook Pro, aside from the occasional glitch. These glitches are typically VERY small, and they don't really affect the gameplay much. They all go away pretty quick. Except for one. There's this glitch that has kept recurring, over and over, since the day I started playing. It's starting to worry me. The glitch, at least I think it's a glitch, is simple, but actually rather distur

Pasta Player: Dragonfable: The Secret

There's a new Mayor in Falconreach "Mayor Waen." He looks like your average Mayor, he has his suit and he looks professional. He doesn't seem to be greedy like the last Mayor. But he is, indeed "worst" What many people don't know is what he does in his free time... in the silent night. You see in a specific time in Falconreach when it's nighttime the Mayor puts out all of the possible things that has light. Like Candles and torches. It's pitch black outside. It's so dark that if anyone wanted to kill someone in the middle of Falconreach, they can, they won't be able to be seen, you will just hear the gurgling screams of the victims. The Mayor leaves his office and goes outside in this such time. He takes these night patrols in the pitch black silent night. He walks until he sees a house, he carefully sees through the window to see if anyone is inside, if he doesn't find someone in the house he will move to the next house. Now, if he s