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Apocalypse Chapter 8. (creepypasta story) Everyone is asking me questions. Before I could answer one of them, Ben starts pushing me out of the group and into a one person chair that is next to a big sofa that can fit everyone in the room on it. It got awkward in the room with the awkward silence and they're all staring at me like I'm about to pull a rabbit out of a hat. My eyes are skimming over theirs and they're staring intensely at me. Someone finally with a mask starts to introduce their self.
"I'm going to break the silence and say, I'm Eyeless Jack." he tells me
"Liu..." The guy with scars all over his face tells me. He hasn't looked at me very interested in what I have to say, he's been staring at a wall unblinkingly for a few minutes now, but he does blink every so often like he trained his eyes to stay open without having to blink for a small matter of time. He's almost emotionless, but even the most emotionless people can break open. He can't be any older then me.
Apocalypse Chapter 7. (creepypasta story) I fall to the ground as another claw comes down at me and tears threw the skin on my arm. Before I turn around and get a good look at my attacker. He jumps back meters from where he attacked me, but from here I can make out some of his features. He has long arms that reach pasted his knees with long sharp clawed fingers that nearly touch the ground under his feet. He has black hair and pale skin like Jeff's, but something different was that the figure in front of me is taller by about a foot or 2.
As the figure got closer, it stepped into the light that peeked out from behind a cloud. He seemed to be laughing but I couldn't hear him. The figure got closer and closer. His pace got faster as he got closer to me and I could make out more features of his. He had a long swirly cone shaped nose that was black and white. He was dressed in colors ranging from black, gray, and white. He looks like a clown, but demented with a psycho smile on
Apocalypse Chapter 6. (creepypasta story) I come to the lab that is filled with many different electronics. Across the room is a giant glass window that over looks into another room but that one is completely different from the one that I'm in now. The other room has circular devices that are up and down the walls and are blanketing the ceiling of the chamber. I'm guessing they're sensors of some sort. The floor is different is ways too. The floor is almost completely see through a but I can clearly see wires and pressure plates inside the flooring. Looking around the Lab I find myself peeking through glass cabinets with different colored medicine and a few syringes neatly placed in a plastic box aside from the jars of medicine. My eyes wander away from the cabinet and off on to a figure using a control panel on podium. The figure is the Link look-a-like I saw when I first arrived to this maze of a building.
Hoody leads me to the guy at the control panel. Without him lookin
Apocalypse Chapter 4. (creepypasta story) My life is getting weirder and stranger as time goes by. A strange dream. My mom getting attacked and maybe even killed. I got attacked by what I guess was a zombie. And finally this guy was watching me kill the zombie then says that I was suppose to be his next "victim".
"So what are you?" I asked him
"Creepy pasta" he said
"What's that?" I wondered
"Just come with me and I'll explain when we get there, also bring a weapon of choice." he told me
I nodded and left to the basement. Why did I need a weapon anyway? I searched around garbage that was littered around the floor. What should I bring? A broom? no. A chunk of wood? nope. For some odd reason in a dark corner of the room, some light passed through a small window onto an old looking baseball bat with several nails through the top of it. It is light weight but looks like it could do some damage. Maybe I'm going to fight off zombies. This will be . . . . fun, I guess. With the ba
Apocalypse Chapter 3. (creepypasta story) I wake up, my eyes still drowsy with sleep. I find myself in a room that's engulfed in darkness, but I can see a curtain with the moonlight barely making it's way through the dark brown fabric of the curtain.
Outside, I see a grayish figure behind the thick brush. The eyes of the being seem familiar to me. Scared, I back away from the window, letting the room's darkness hide my presence from the outside world, while still keeping a close eye on it.
The sky darkens as a cloud passes over the moon, blocking light from passing through. It wasn't long before the moon was back in sight, but something wasn't how it seemed just a minute ago. No matter how much I searched for the gray figure in the brush. It was no where to be found. I heard a scratching noise coming from the window in the kitchen. I hesitantly walk to the window and slowly glance over the window seal. Nothing was there. My eyes still scanning the
Apocalypse Chapter 2. (creepypasta story) I couldn't speak after what seemed like a dream because it was so realistic. How can a dream possibly seem so realistic? It doesn't matter anyway... a dream is a dream. It's not like those things are real or anything.
"uh uh m-mom... the um... creatures they... n-never mind I don't want to... talk about it"
"alright" and with that she left my room. Color slowly coming back to her skin.
I didn't know what else to do with that "dream" still floating about in my head. Staring at my ceiling is very relaxing right now after what had just happened... What were those things? Why did my mind come up with such gruesome creatures. I was never the one who handled unsettling situations very well and I don't think I ever will. I turn my head towards my alarm clock and I'm amazed. It's 2:26 in the afternoon. I then get light cramps and hear a few grumbles coming from my stomach. Obviously I'm hungry.
I stumble my
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