CreepyPastaDuo

My entire life, I've been haunted by the same vision over and over again. It's not a pleasant vision either. Its of this young woman with long, vibrant pink hair. She always appeared to be naked, revealing her thin, dirty looking body. That was another disturbing part, her entire body appeared extremely dirty, but her hair was always bright and clean looking, and even appeared to almost glow. That wasn't the only thing on her that glowed. Her eyes were wide and bright red and glowed so much they could be seen in total darkness. She might not sound to scary, but let me start over from the beginning. I was a small little tot, only around 6 yea

You don't normally see boys playing with dolls, especially female ones, but I always had one as a kid. She was a little jester named Kiki, and I've had her since I was 3. My parents go me Kiki for my 3rd birthday, and ever since that day, I've never had such a strong bond with a toy. I would talk to her, trade secrets with her, cuddle her when I felt scared, she was always there. Though, other kids wouldn't come near me whenever I had her with me, and I didn't know why. By the time I was 6, no one wanted to be my friend, because I still had Kiki. I didn't care though, Kiki was the only friend I needed. She could get a bit weird at times thou

Back in the 6th grade, my teacher, Ms. Hana, was always pretty strict, and she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. It wasn't uncommon for her to tell a student that she doesn't like them and wishes she didn't have to deal with them. But there was one that always stood out to her, and not in a good way. Mikey was his name. He was that rebel kid who was always late, vandalizing, and the one who doesn't care what the teachers say to him. He was the one Ms. Hana loathed over. She even said that she hated him at one point. Mikey had actually been missing and never came back after he spray painted 'Ms. Hana is a slut' on the school wall. I assumed ta

My buddies have been trying to convince me to go on a camping trip for months now. I was never really a big fan of camping. All the wild animals, bugs, and large enclosing trees have always left me a bit uncomfortable. Plus, I was more of a city guy. I liked the hustle and bustle of the busy streets, and the skyscraper lights. Eventually though, I gave in to their begging. Darek, the one who had planned the trip to begin with, suggested that we'd take the camper instead. I was relieved when he said this. At least I'd have some semblance of a normal house like a stove and an actual bed. Packing was as you'd expect. A process that took much lo

You'd think working on a farm would get lonely. Not for me though. Even though I'm pushing 70 years of age and I'm not married, I don't get lonely. Its because of my animals. They're like my best friends, and they even seem to acknowledge me as a friend of theirs. I love all my animals, but one always stood out to me. My prized blonde colored mare, Sunday. She was the best horse any farmer could ask for. She was a better companion then my dying grey hound. Now, you may notice I used 'was' quite a bit. Well, that's sadly because Sunday died not to long ago. She was mauled to death by some damned wolves who somehow got around the fence. I griev