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Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

Length: Medium

I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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Creepypasta #1070: Build-A-Bear

Length: Short

It’s late where I am. I’m online looking up information about build-a-bear. They do fix their bears, thank God. They even call it the build-a-bear hospital.

I was up late gaming, watching football replays, and so-on. I shut things down about an hour ago and headed upstairs. In the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs is where the kids’ school backpacks should be, but my youngest daughter’s wasn’t there. I searched the living room, no dice. I was tired (and still am) but I figured a couple of extra minutes now would spare them getting to school late tomorrow, so I kept looking. I even went out to the garage and looked in both cars and came up empty again.

I checked the den, when right above me I heard faint thumps and even some growling. The goddamn dog was in my youngest’s bedroom, up to no good by the sound of it. As quietly as I could tip-toe run up the stairs, I headed there ready to drag the pooch out to the den where he’d spend the night.

He’d already fled the scene of the crime: her favorite teddy bear, Charlie, was missing one arm and a leg and his stuffing was out; I could even see the little silk heart they put in for the kids. Damn it. The only fortunate thing was that it was the cheapest, basic bear they sell. I scooped up all of the bits and decided I’d go pick another one up tomorrow. None of the other toys, no Barbies, other stuffed animals, etc. had been damaged.

Stupid dog! I thought.

She loved this bear, or rather, had loved this bear - now it was garbage - and would be heartbroken especially when (or rather, if, I decided right then to not let this get out, so to speak) she found out her other best pal in the world, our chocolate lab Max, had torn it up.

Quietly making my way back out to the garage, I wrapped Charlie’s remains up in a shopping bag and lifted the lid on the large trash bin.

“Sorry, dude. You were her favorite.” I muttered.

And then…

and then the I heard a muffled voice from inside the bag. Coughing, raspy, labored and it just about made me drop dead from a heart attack.

It’s… it’s okay… just tell Marie I love her. I got… I got most of them… please, don’t linger out here, go back up, you and Max will scare the rest of ‘em off…

I was terrified. I dropped the bag and ran back up to my daughter’s bedroom. Curling around the bed - well, it’s hard to describe - there were shadows projected on the walls around her bed in the corner of the room, but there was nothing to make any shadows. Nothing to cast them. 

I yelled incoherently and flipped the room light on. Marie stayed asleep (how, I have no idea), but the shadows hissed and danced around, slipping over the ceiling and around the walls in my direction. I leaned out into the hall and threw my bedroom door open, planning to yell for my wife. 

Max bounded out of our room and into Marie’s and began to bark at top volume. That woke Marie up. Every bark seemed to dissipate or shatter or dissolve the shadow forms. Everything happened so quickly. They were all gone before she was fully awake. Of course, there was crying, and a commotion. My wife came in demanding to know what happened. I just told them Max had gotten out and raised a ruckus.

~~

So now, I’m back down in the den. I dug out the baby monitor with camera and I’m keeping an eye on it while I make an “appointment” to get Charlie repaired.

When I went out to the garage, he was still on the floor in the bag. I picked it up and laid it gingerly in a cabinet where it wouldn’t be seen by Marie first thing in the morning when we rolled out to school. 

As I closed the cabinet door, I whispered: “I’ll get you fixed up, man." 

And I’m not entirely sure, but just as I stepped back into the house proper, I think I heard a scratchy voice back in the garage say: Thank you.

Credits to: SantGamer

anonymous asked:

How would Niall react to his girl falling asleep during sex?

AHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA

Just the thought of this has me crying.

He wouldn’t let you forget about it for days.  “Ya fuckin’ fell asleep on me!”  

“I know, Niall I had a rough day.”

“Rough enough to fall asleep!?  I never fell asleep on you!  Maybe I will next time.”

“Niall-”

“Like I’m boring or some shit…I’ll show ya how goddamn boring I am.”  He’d grumble as he walked out of the room.  He’s turn around with his finger in the air, “I’ll have ya know that every woman I ever been with says I’m the best they ever had.  EVERY woman.  EVER been with.”  He’d turn to leave the room again shaking his head, “Unbelievable.”  He’d turn around again, this time with his finger pointed into his chest, “I’m a good…no great.  I’m a GREAT lover.  And you’re over here fallin’ asleep like you’re in fuckin’ math class.”  He’d turn back around, “You wait…we’ll see who’s fuckin’ boring.  Better start prayin’ to some God…cuz your ass will be sore for a goddamn month when I’m done.”

(Photo: Kevin Lino/NOAA)

A blacktip reef shark (Carcharhinus melanopterus) swims through the reef at Rose Atoll in National Marine Sanctuary of American Samoa. These small sharks can often be spotted in shallow reefs like this one, where they hunt reef fish. 

What’s your favorite kind of shark?