9: The MessageHe's mad, the first of our kind said.Unusual, abnormal.Insane.The First used these words.Words that 'described' my existence.The others would deny such things.Saying what the Creator called me.It was true.Ever since my birth.I was not like them.Speech with my kind was rare.They could not understand.The Creator warned me of such.My drawings meant nothing to them.Except for the Second.It was... not normal.The Second, 2, tried to understand.Tried to know what I drew.Tried to do what the Creator could.He didn't know.He couldn't know.He was not the Creator.But his company and kindness was nice...While it lasted.My drawings comforted me when he vanished.I did feel lonely for the first time.Maybe being alone wasn't as good as it was.The ink and paper brought me peace again.Maybe 2 was looking for what I was drawing.Maybe he was searching for it.Searching what my drawings meant.Searching... for The Source.Someone new came.Someone... that felt like him.Like 2 a
9: DifferentBorn different, that was what the Creator said.Not like the others, I was.There's nothing wrong with that, he told me.Was it, really?This world that I was born into, destruction everywhere.The loud noises, they frighten me so.Black liquid on my hands, why did I feel peace?Chaos outside, but this liquid... yes...My hands gliding above the paper, forming shapes.Drawing, he said, that's what I did.I could not speak clearly, yet he knew what I drew.With the shapes, he understood what I meant.A curious specimen, he muttered, not like the others.Not like the others.I have not met these 'others'.But if I was not like them.Do I not belong... per say?Why was I born?What was my purpose?I dwell not in these questions.I see no problem with that.My drawings bring me peace.That is enough.I may be alone.I may be different.I see the world, different.Maybe it was okay to be.
9: The Emptiness ch7The EmptinessWritten by *pieface123 and *Tifa-the-StrangeWait"Is m-mommy okay, D-daddy?..." Beth asked as 20 tucked her in. He sighed but forced a small smile, "Yes, she's fine... she's just... speaking with grandma 0 and 13..." he kissed his daughter's forehead as she nodded slowly, squeezing her rabbit. He frowned, "That nightmare scared you really bad... hmm, sweetie?" he said softly, moving closer."T-those monsters s-scared Mr. Bunny too..." she muttered.20's frown turned into a small smile, "Well... you and Mr. Bunny have nothing to worry about... you know why?..." Beth looked up at her father and shook her head. "Because me and mommy will also be there to protect you both... alright...?" he held held her hand tightly.Beth looked at his hand holding hers and gently placed her doll's arm on it before kissing her father's cheek, having her bunny kiss his cheek as well.20 smiled happily and hugged her and her toy close, "You're safe Beth..." he whis
9: The Emptiness ch6The EmptinessWritten by *pieface123 and *Tifa-the-StrangePregnant Again"You don't have enough reading material, Doctor..." X muttered, "But, then again, you don't look like the cultural type. No literature, no music, no art... You really are a doctor, only concerning yourself with science, physics to study toe universe..." he humphed, walking around, he was thankful that the Doctor had given him 'freedom', but he wasn't going to trust him just yet.The doctor stitchpunk nodded slowly, he was looking trough a book of alchemy and not paging much attention to the prototype."Perhaps we can go to that abandoned library for some material, we can find things that might interest you as well," X said.The doctor nodded slowly, seeming to be in thought. "Maybe... but what we really need is more will power... those machines aren't stupid... they will be expecting an attack from me...""I wouldn't refer them as 'machines', they are more intelligent than your own mec
9: The Emptiness ch4The EmptinessWritten by *pieface123 and *Tifa-the-StrangeFirst Words"Why do the animals only warm up to you?..." 24 asked. He watched as Arra, the black family cat, purred and rubbed up against 20 as he rubbed her back. "I'm not sure... Maybe it's because I saved them..." he laughed softly. They were sitting in a large closet, which was shared by Fang and Arra, while their other pet, a red tailed hawk, lived in the attic with her two newly hatched chicks. Beth cooed in 24's arms as she reached for the cat.Arra sniffed the baby stitchpunk before licking her face, Beth giggled and tried to hide herself in her uncle's arms. "You would think that cats and birds would fight like in the books," 24 chuckled."Hahaha, I know..." 20 admired, patting the cats side, "And cats and dogs, Fang doesn't seem fazed by Arra in the least..." he referred to the mechanical dog curled up in the corner of the closet.Fang stretched his front and hind legs, letting out a yawn b
9: The Emptiness ch3The EmptinessWritten by *pieface123 and *Tifa-the-StrangeThe Stolen TalismanDid they hear the leader correctly? He mentioned a Talisman! Was it the one they needed to give to their master? The rats scurried inside the house as quietly as they could, searching for the Talisman their master ordered them to find. It was there, and the leader of the stitchpunk family told them that it was there, but where?They took great care searching through the house. Most of the stitchpunks were outside, picking up after the wedding.The mothers were putting their children to sleep while the males put everything back in place along with anything heavy, the rats made sure not to get caught in their sights.Since it was dark, it made things easier. The rats hid in the shadows as they searched for the said Talisman. The rats slimmed into a room filled with tools, screws, bolts, a table, a small bed. On a closer inspection, 3 stitchpunks were curled in the bed. They made sur
El origen de '' El''''He - Your soul belongs to me''- introducción.He ''your soul belongs to me'' o ''El caminante ciego'' traducido al español, es un espectro que se dedica a inducir tortura mental y física a las personas que tienen el infortunio de toparse con el. Quienes lo han visto afirman: ''Su presencia es totalmente incomoda y produce una especie de melancolía''.Generalmente se describe como un espectro inmundo de piel blanca, sin ojos, sonrisa tosca de oreja a oreja,cabello negro y camisa de manga larga grisácea con una cruz , su aspecto se debe a horribles hechos ocurridos cuando estaba vivo...A diferencia de los demás creepypastas, su historia se centra en una época antigua, en este caso se trata de la edad media._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Gran Bretaña, 1330Helena Gregory era una mujer campesina de aquella época, se encontraba po
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Laughing Jack poem.There i sa clown called Laughing Jack,Who's favorite colors are white and black.He befriends lonely children they say,For those are always his favorite prey.He'll play with you and give you candy,So you will think him fine and dandy.But with fearsome claws and razor teeth,A monster lies just beneath.So be wary child, of this horrid clown,Whose laugh is twisted, awful sound.For every word I speak is true.For his next victim might be you.
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