《Creepypasta Stories》Mirrors
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Mirrors, a window in which one’s true self can be viewed. But something has always been off about mirrors, you can’t deny it. Deep down in your brain there is always some bad feeling that you can’t quite put your finger on when you stare into a mirror. That, my friends, is your brain trying to warn you. Your subconscious notices it long before you ever do. Something off, something that just isn’t quite right. It’s never something too obvious, though it is never impossible to spot. It’s not like the mirrors constantly want to feed, but doesn’t everyone and everything get hungry? Let me rephrase, mirrors aren’t “alive” and they don’t want to eat you. In fact, I’m not sure how any of this got started in the first place; all I know is that if you have a poor self image then you are in for a really bad time.
Anyway, it may start with something as small as a slightly darker shade of paint on the wall, or something just a few centimeters away from where it really is, all the way down to random actions that are barely even visible to the human eye. They almost always go unnoticed, almost always. I will touch on what happens when you notice them later, but this isn’t the time for you being scared; for all I know you could have noticed it by now, so I’ll do you a favor and save the gruesome part for the end. If you have already noticed it then you may be looking for help. The only good news I can give you is that you won’t be needing a coffin because there won’t be anything to bury, but if you really want to
prolong the life you have left then what you need is to get away from all mirrors! You need to distance yourself from all reflective surfaces, and you definitely need to shatter the mirror you first noticed the anomaly in.
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While I can’t say how long that will stop anything bad from happening, it will increase your chances, and hopefully help you sleep better at night. After that, it may be a good move to scuff up any shiny surfaces; even slightly reflective surfaces, the less reflective the better. I’ve known people who lasted a few years just with this, but keep in mind you can’t stop all reflections. Other peoples vanity items? Hell, your own eyes have reflections; do you have enough guts to rip out your own eyes? Yeah, there isn’t much you can do. Especially since after a while, you don’t even need to be looking into the reflection, things just kinda start to happen. Then the next time you look in a mirror, BAM!! You’ve already been fucked over.
So lets get down to it. Right now you are probably thinking “How do I know if I have noticed an Anomaly?”. Well you won’t be able to at first. It’s not like the mirror just swallows you suddenly. You’ll most likely just think that it’s strange that this one hair is here when its actually there, but after you see it once you start to notice it more. Not just little changes either, they can become massive. The worst part is: the more you notice it, the more it happens. It is a downward slope; after these events have started there is no way to get back out. See, it doesn’t seem so bad at first, nothing but slight mishaps. Pretty soon though, it gets bigger: someone off in the distance that isn’t there, little blemishes or pimples on you that aren’t, but it doesn’t stop there either.
Before you know it, major changes start happening to you. Wounds appearing on you, but unlike the other things, that never leaves. Once the wounds are on you they stay in every mirror. Various contortions and bodily mutations start to show up, not in real life; you look at yourself and you’re fine, but these mirrors just keep showing you what you don’t want to see. Just when you think it can’t get any worse suddenly, it stops. Yep, just like that. You look in the mirror and there is no reflection, poof, gone. There is a big relief when that happens. Well, until you try to leave the room and remember that there used to be a door here. Oh, and when you look down and notice that those mutations and wounds you saw are now actually on you. That’s right folks, you are now that disgusting, demented, and tortured person you saw in that mirror! Oh, and you are locked in the mirror. Yeah, those little “blemishes” aren’t very insignificant now, huh?
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I’m just glad I got trapped in a room with a computer.
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When I heard a soft, and gentle voice, asking me if I'd like to go to a new world, far away from here... I didn't even think twice about it. My life on Earth could hardly have been any worse, right then - and the chance to start back over was more than I could have dreamed of. But now that I'm here, I'm starting to discover that this new world is really nothing like what I had been expecting. Right now, I'm all alone, in the middle of a huge, and darkened forest, with nobody to tell me where to go, or what to do next. And somewhere, far off in the distance... I can hear something huge, and strong, moving slowly through the woods. Before, I was hoping to get the chance to start my life up all over again. But now, I'm just hoping to make it safely through the night. Maybe once I achieve that, then I can finally start to think about what's going on... ... and then, maybe, I can figure out just why it was that I was brought here, exactly - and just what sort of a world it is that I've arrived in.
8 186They Are Our Smols
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8 62Isekai Harem Trope(WIP)
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8 183The legend of the sun guild.
Durning the age of darkness it was said that four people of great power were born. The first man of great might. Who hunted the monster and saw them as know more than a means to an end. He fought to simply feed his hungry for blood and power. He challenged both the heavens and the darkest depths of hell. He made the world know meaning of the word fear. He was a strongest swordsman of the world. During his time their were few who could say otherwise and by his end their was know to be only one who claimed to be his better. There were none who love the sword like him. And there would be none who his blade would love like him. They said that number did not matter to him. That all who face him blade would die without exception. They is a legend of him bringing death to an empire so he could claim the life of widow of a soldier who died of his own blade in the face death so that the sword man would not now the satisfactory of taking his life. They called him the sword of death. The second was a man of great rage. An noble avenger to the weak and and terror to the strong. He was a berserker but unlike most who would attempt to control they rage he would reveal in the through of it controlling him. He would streak across the battlefield ripping both friend and foe apart alike and he would do so with nothing but his bare hand. They called him an immortal they said the more be bleed the more his power would grow. And they spoke of the power to he he could trade his blood for death. They said that no mortal weapon could kill him and that he would rise to fight no matter the injury. There was a legend of him ripping off his own head and using it to club his enemies to death. They called him the immortal wrath. The third was a woman of madness and magic. She was a hated witch. They say that her only objects was to spread misery and hate. It said she lead many a good man from the right path to one of great evil just to she if she was capable of such things. Her experiments left only detestation in their wake as she tainted the lands in some way worse than the worse then the void or darkness ever could. Her magic was a foul and dangerous thing that saw all her enemy become her enemy. That she enter the territory of both the formed of order and the gods of Chao us would not go. That she played with the energy of the void. Legend speaks of a place where she corrupted the very darkness that that claim both the land and the people. Some say light would flee from her presence in fear of the shadows fate for that was her name she was the fate weaver. The forth was a man. He was simply known as… the hero of the world. But this is not his story. No this is a story that speak of the other three The unrelenting swords man The undying wrath The unquantifiable desire But it mainly speaks of their second life. For the age of darkness has long since pases and the age of fire is coming to a close. But as the age dies a new one must be born. ( the idea is that this story will be told from the perspectives of the bad guys. Their motives ,objectives, rise to power, struggles and what they want to achieve. But yes they are the ‘bad guys’ of the story it’s also probably important to note that for the time being it’s going to be written on my phone then edit later when I have the time and feel like it but you should probably think of whats here as a draft until further notice. )
8 74a second chance a divergent high story
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8 140♠The Good In The Bad♠ (Creepypasta x male reader) /Disconnected/
My friend demanded that I write this story for him soooooo here we are.(Ps he gave me $20 so I guess its a win win)Y/n is a 22 year old, Virgin male who still live with his father. His mother died from a car accident 2 years ago. Of course he was affected by this but his father well he was just the same but he became an alcoholic. Y/n wanted to avid thinking about his mother because it brought pain to his heart. So he got a job at a cafe that was some what like a restaurant He was able to cosplay as maid there so he enjoyed it.But everyone knows that some good things come to an end. He was sold to 7 men because his father was running low on money. Y/n has been at these men's place for who know how long. He has been raped and abused every day and night. He wanted to die on the spot. One day, while Y/n was being fucked, he could hear screaming but not the fun and games one. No he heard scream of pain. And with the screams of pain were guns shots and maniac laughter. The man on to of him heard the commotion going on so he pulled out of Y/n and opens the door. But when he did there was a gun fire and a thud follow after it. Y/n wired to scream but was to tired. He was breathing heavily and panting. But besides that he could he foot steps come in to the room not just one pair tho maybe a few maybe more. But he wanted to say something like "who's there?" or "is someone there?" but he didn't he was just tired so he passed.If you want to know what happens read the story welp in enjoy.
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