dad's basement

Someone said to me that it would be hard for Strickler to be a part of Jim’s family since Jim already has a kind of father figure in Blinky. 

To which I say that Jim should be to dads what Steven Universe is to moms. Just keep collecting more and more as the show progresses. He already has a sizable collection including but not limited to:

Spider bookworm dad

Big mossy pacifist dad

Avocado knife dad

Ghost dad

Goat dad

Angry lives-in-your-basement dad

Creepypasta #1087: It Doesn't Matter How Many Times I Tell My Babysitting Story, Because No One Believes Me

Length: Long

Listen, I’ve told the cops my story three times now. You can keep asking but I’ll keep saying the same thing. I know what I saw. I’m not crazy.

They were advertising for a babysitter on Craigslist. The post read “WANTED – BABYSITTER. ONE NIGHT ONLY. PARENTS NEED A DATE NIGHT DESPERATELY! $50. MUST LIKE GAMES.”

Well, I needed cash and I like kids. I like games too. I figured it would be easy money for just one night, so I responded. Back and forth, the typical shit - “We’re so happy you answered”, “When do you want me to come over?”, “Here’s our address”. All that stuff was pretty straightforward. Nothing really jumped out at me.

I should’ve realized they never mentioned who I’d be babysitting, right?

So I pull up to the house and it’s a real shithole. One of those that’s in an okay neighborhood and probably looked fine a long time ago but it got really gross and now their neighbors are pissed because in between their all-right houses is a total dump but no one says anything about it. And they had real weird decorations, too – next to the mailbox were these little bird-things with stone eggs for bodies and old metal limbs sticking out. Pointy rusted beak heads bobbing on weak springs. Real weird.

I knocked on the door because they didn’t have a doorbell. Right away, it opened, like someone was waiting for me.

First off, the guy was old. Like way, way older than I’d expected. I mean, the ad read like a couple with a baby who hadn’t been out in forever and this guy couldn’t have been a day under 70. Kind of stooped over, bald, skin sort of hanging off his face like it does with some old guys. His nose was all red, burst capillaries, most likely from too many years in the bottle.

“You’re here,” he said, excited, waving me in with a gnarled, liver-spotted hand. “Come in, come in!”

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“Thank you for stopping me from shooting him.”

“You did that on your own.”

Charlie Charlie, are you there?

“It was a few years ago. The Charlie Charlie Challenge was pretty popular, and of course my friends and I wanted to try it. It was pretty late, I want to say about midnight. My two friends and I were all sleeping over my one friend’s house. I’ll call her Eliza, and my other friend I’ll call Amy. 

So Amy and I were sleeping over Eliza’s house, and we decided to do the Charlie Charlie Challenge. So we snuck downstairs to the basement with two pencils and a piece of paper. We sat at this old table in her basement, and sat in the chairs. We set up the game, and finally balanced the pencils.

“Charlie, Charlie, are you there?” I asked.


Of course we didn’t expect anything. Amy jokingly went “Charlie Charlie, come out to fucking play.”

After that, the chair that was vacant next to us flipped over. We freaked out.

“Charlie, Charlie, can we leave?”

The pencil moved to no. I forced it to yes, and I tore up the paper and broke the pencils. 

We ran upstairs, locking the basement door. I opened the door and threw the broken pencils and ripped up paper shreds outside. We locked all the doors. We ran back upstairs to Eliza’s room and stayed in there. We locked the door, and turned on all the lights. We could not sleep. I got about an hour of sleep that night.

The next day, we went downstairs and her dad yelled. Apparently, the basement was trashed. The chairs we sat in were flung across the room, the coal bucket downstairs was tipped over, coal spilled everywhere. It was atrocious. We tried to convince him we didn’t mess it up, but he didn’t believe us, since there was no one in the house besides us. So we had to clean up downstairs and while we were down there, we all felt very strange. Like a negative feeling was in the air.

I don’t know what the hell happened, if we actually managed to summon ‘Charlie.’The lesson here is, don’t ever fuck with demons. Even if it seems as innocent as two pencils and a piece of paper.”

By: Anonymous

  • Donna: Now let’s say you haven’t eaten for days and you’re in desperate need of a sandwich. What do you do?
  • Eric: I walk over to my mom and have her make me a sandwich.
  • Donna: Okay, yes, but Kitty is not there.
  • Eric: Where’s she?
  • Donna: It’s not important where she is. She’s gone. She left the country.
  • Eric: She left the country? Why? Is she okay?
  • Donna: Yes, she’s fine!
  • Eric: Well, if my mom is fine, I don’t see why she couldn’t make me a sandwich.

“No, not at all. I will gladly help you however I can.”

His hand hovered over her chest, sensing for any abnormalities within. Soon enough, he did indeed find broken ribs and a punctured lung. The organ itself, thankfully, wasn’t as damaged as he initially anticipated. Numbing her pain receptors, he worked incredibly carefully to remove the offending bone and set them back in place, mending them back to their original shape.

“… Tell me, Giratina. Who did this to you? Was it your true father, or was it simply an accident? Please tell me the truth.”

The way he said the word ‘father’ was only slightly short of dripping with pure, concentrated hatred and disgust. It did not take a genius to figure out what he wanted to do with his kin, basing it off his presence. It was filled with malice and evil thoughts.

Thank goodness, however, that he would not even dare to think taking such frustration out on his children.


Thinking at 12:39am

I can’t sleep. I got in bed hours ago hoping to get one good night sleep. But I’m up and I’m thinking. And I’m scared. What happens if nothing goes as I always dreamed it would? What happens if I fail and I don’t achieve my dream? I don’t know what happens. I don’t know if I’ll succeed or if I’ll fail. And that scares me. Right now, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a really long time. I’m working hard, I have an amazing job that I love, I finally have real friends, I’m getting decent grades for once and I’m months away from graduating. But the thing that makes me happiest isn’t my job or my grades or my friends or even the fact that I’m about to be out of this hellhole they call high school. The thing that makes me happiest is what I do when I come home. I open the door to my basement, climb down the stairs, step over the various tripods and light stands scattered across the floor and plop down into my black chair at my desk. Then, I turn on my computer, load up a game and press record. I take one deep breath, look the camera dead in the eyes and shout “What is up my Cranky Crew!” And at that moment, the moment when I start the recording and those 6 words come out of my mouth, that is when I go into another place. That is when I’m the happiest. I have never ever felt a love like I do for youtube. I love it more than anything in my entire life. And I’m afraid to let it go. My parents hassle me day after day about going to college. They ask me if I’ve applied yet and what I’m waiting for. They tell me I HAVE to go to college. I won’t be successful if I don’t. I’ve come to a fork in the road where I have to decide. Do I go to college and spend much less time on the only thing that makes me happy? Or do I not go, risk the possibility of me never succeeding and disappointing everyone I’ve ever known. I don’t know what to do. But I’m excited all the same. I’m excited because high school is finally coming to an end and I’m finally going to have one year to try and make my dreams come true. One year. Seems funny. While all of my classmates are attending their Ivy League schools and working for their degrees, I’ll be at home in my dads basement making videos just like I did in high school. But I’ll be happy. I’ll be doing what I love. And who knows, I mean a LOT can happen in a year. But then again, a lot can NOT happen too. But regardless of what people have been telling me, I’m going to work my hardest during that 365 day period. I’m going to work harder than I ever have. Because I know I can do this if I give it my all. I can achieve my dream. I can make it to a place where not only am I happy making videos, but maybe hundreds of thousands of people are happy to be watching my videos. Maybe I can inspire someone, or make someone’s day, or make someone less depressed, or even simply just put a smile on their face. That’s what I want to do. I don’t want to be a doctor or a lawyer or a businessman. I want to make a difference. I want to entertain people and make them smile and make them feel happiness. I want to inspire people and make them laugh and teach them that you don’t have to follow that cookie cutter routine of life. You can follow your dreams and you can be happy. You can do ANYTHING if you just set your mind to it. If you love it enough and you care enough, you can really do something. You can really make a difference and you can truly live your life to the fullest. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you won’t make it. Because if you truly love what you’re doing, you’re already one step ahead of the game. Guys… You can do it. You can make your dream a reality. You just have to believe in yourself. You have to work hard. You have to work through the hard times, the sleepless nights and the hate that people will throw at you. You cannot quit. You cannot give in. You have to keep going. You have to keep going. No matter what. We only have one SHORT life to live. Why waste it by not chasing your dreams?