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CREEPYPASTA: Innocent Souls
Hey there!! ...and welcome back to another post of Creepypasta, where I will try to destroy your childhoos or probably scare the heck out of you until you can't sleep at night.
Now before I begin, I'll show you a picture of a human form of We Bare Bears' bears
Now, you have a chance to either go find non-Creepypasta posts or continue. Enjoy! :D

PLOT
It was such a dark and drippy night. So dark, so blinding as the summer's sun rays. You can feel the rain drops dripping on your jacket, forming puddles on it. You are there for no purpose, no reason, but you keep walking through the hall of rocks and clay.

Then, you see a little light, like a candle lit or a star in the sky. It seems so perfect, too perfect to be natural. You walk towards it, but it doesn't seem to grow. As you get close, you feel a wall, a seemingly man-made wall. You notice a small hole, fit enough for your index finger. You see nothing but glows of yellow and gold.

As you get used to the brightness, you see four figures in the other room; three sitting and one standing. They look alike, with a little difference. Their skins are bleach as white paper, with almost unnoticeable eyes. They don't show any signs of genders and genitals, and there is something strange about each of them that differentiates them to one another.

One of the three sitting ones has needles in its eyes. The way it is stuck in their eyes, the eyes are forced to look up so the iris is only shown a little bit under the top eyelid.

Another one has needles in its ears. At some point, you noticed how long the needles were, much like the knitting needles but thin as a sewing needles.

The last one sitting has needles in its throat. But as you look, you noticed that no blood is flowing out of their skin, as if the wounds have healed and the needles have become a part of them.

The standing one, covered in needles, is awake and is staring at you, like the others. Although you can barely see their eyes, you can feel their staring gaze.

"Hello stranger" the needle-covered hummed. "I see you are there, so I must tell you a story"
"Story?" you ask.
"Feel free to sit and listen; take advantage of what I will never have again."
"Why?"
"I will tell you" the standing one looked at the other three "These are my siblings, we were all born at the same time at the same parents".
Introducing you to the one with needles on its ears "This is Hear. Hear was the first to come out of our mother's womb." Going to the next one, "This is Speak, the second child" The third "This is See, the third child" With a pause, the standing one stares at you in sadness and solemness, "I am Feel, the last child. Here is what happened and why we are like this"

"We were born by seemingly normal parents, until Hear was born. When Hear was born, they put needles in their ears, so they could hear no evil. But Hear cried louder than other babies, so they did none to us. Our parents say that many words are horrid and should never be heard by anyone, but at such a young age being able to hear is important for everyone, for a baby cries to get the attention of the parents, and thus if the baby cannot hear themselves they will cry louder because they do not believe the guardians can hear them"

"After some time, they censored our bodies so that they couldn't identify our sex, and also because they didn’t want us to see genitalia. They told us that we were blessed, for the human body is a scarring sight that no one should ever have to witness, and some witness it in their reflection at a young age. We did not and thus we were luckier than them"

"Then, they continue what they did to See, so See could not see evil, Noticing the mess they made, the decided not to continue it on Speak and I"

"When we were around six, Speak heard 'bad language' and could possibly spread it. So they put needles on Speak's throat, so they could not destroy my innocent mind by such words."

"Finally, I was bullied at school. No one believed what I told them about the thing my parents did to my siblings, since they always stay at home to keep them away from 'scums of society'"


"Since I got bullied, my parents didn't like me feeling the pain of 'evil', so they pierce me with every centimeter to numb me from future pain. At times, I wonder if all these horrid things they're trying to protect us from will be worth it in the end, because the pain, it hurts. It really, really hurts"

"Have you tried to escape?"

"Yes" as tears start streaming down "That's why I'm like this, I was trying to show my siblings the evil world"

"You have needles on your feet?"

Without saying much, Feel lifts up its foot, showing the butts of needles piercing the foot. Again, silently putting it down. “I am to stand here, to warn others of what to do to help their children and save them from the evil of the world that is so variable and uncontrolled. But do not heed their warnings, heed mine, and know what happens when you try to shelter your children this way.”

"Why don't you escape now?"

"I did, that's when mom and dad caught me. I don't want to anger them again"

"Are they still alive?"

"It doesn't matter. Now, go, before mommy and daddy get you too.”  

 You run back, getting more and more distant from the light. You think of whether you should help them or not, but you know that you couldn't do anything.

The darkness seemed so long, as if you were in an abyss. Your feet starts getting tired, but you still keep running, until your feet can't carry you anymore. Then your body starts giving up, and you're left there, as if paralyzed,but still with a sore feeling deep inside your muscles from the endless lifeless support it has had to bear. This is how you're going to die, alone, lost, silent. In those last moments, you wondered who will talk to those four innocent souls next, and if they will be more fortunate than you.

CRITICS!
I opened Creepypasta today (12 Nov 2015), and the first thing I saw was this. To be honest, the title "Innocent Souls" kinda reminded me of some horror movie. Now, the story, in my opinion, is amazing. The original one might be better, 'cause to be honest, I just made it shorter. Most of the dialogues are copy-pasted, and there's a reason why I love this story. It has that novel style in it, and not to mention, the composition of the story is really well written.
I'm guessing the story is about society being lost in the dark world (the cave) and not knowing the evil they're living in. After gaining such knowledge, one would surely try to leave this 'evil' world, but of course, the body will die while the soul is released from the individual's ignorance ("You are there for no purpose") after knowing such knowledge.
All in all, I love the concept of the story. Totally worth the read, plus, it's not as scary as you think... well, if you're being overly imaginative.
*evil laughs* >:D
CREEPYPASTA:  smile.dog
Another month, and it's the month of horror.. *evil laugh*
I mean, if there's a time of the month to remind me that I'm single (more like everytime)... there should be a month in where I can tell 'harmless' horror stories for people to sleep along with. 

Anyway, this is one of my favourite Creepypasta too. So, before we start.
Look how adorable these puppies are...
Now you have a chance to go and find other non "Creepypasta" posts, 'cause I'll be honest, this is the first Creepypasta I've read, so it leaves a mark on me, but somehow I love how words bring horrific atmosphere.

OK, here we go..

PLOT
I interviewed with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. The things she said made little sense, but I could tell that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams - her nightmares. Her husband, Terence, would apologize when the exercise was ceased. 

Mary E. was one of the estimated 400 victims to see the image hyperlinked in BBS, and is one of those who spoke openly about her experiences. While the rest remains unknown, probably dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as "Smile.dog", the being smile.jpg is reputed to display.

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

Neither "smile.jpg" nor "smile.dog" is mentioned in Wikipedia, and it's deleted by admins in websites.

...
 Mary wasn't in good shape. In March 2008, she emailed me.
Dear Mr. L.,
I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.
You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.
It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is "spread the word". That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.
And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.
I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?
So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.
I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.
Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog's orders.
Stop while you are still whole.
To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subj: Last summer's interviewSincerely,
Mary E.
I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.
You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.
It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is "spread the word". That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.
And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.
I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?
So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.
I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.
Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog's orders.
Stop while you are still whole.
Sincerely,
Mary E.
Terence then told me that Mary killed herself later that month. While cleaning up the various things she'd left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife's advice. He'd found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.
...
Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:
To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subj: smile
Hello
I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.
:)
 I started thinking if this was a hoax, and Mary E. was probably mentally unstable. I wanted to know if such legend exists. If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?
If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?
Could I spread the word?
Yes. Yes I could.
CRITICS
Sorry if this one is long, I had no choice. The full atmosphere requires full details, and my summary (along with some copy-paste from the original) is probably less scary, but if you want to read the original story, go ahead. HERE's the link! 
Now... what makes this one of my favourite story is how detailed it is to explain how dire the situation Mary E. is in, and how curious I am to know what this Smile.dog is and is it real or not. Plus, what makes this story more realistic is how it brings 'you' into the story, as if you were the one investigating the whole legend. Believe me, when the picture came, I even had doubts to whether I should see it or not. Overall, the story is one amazing, well written literature, and the image is just enough to increase your curiosity (or fear). Although it's a bit too melancholic, it's still one amazing story. Not sure if you see it or not, but you can see a bloody hand next to the smiling Siberian husky.
Ah, btw, that picture was an edit, and so is this.. the 'another' version of smile.dog
CREEPYPASTA : annie96 is typing
One of the most viral Creepypasta that I thought most of you probably knew. Still, this chat leads a lot of readers to believe the story was real. For those who don't know this Creepypasta,
Look at these cute M&M sized emojis....

 ...and now, reconsider whether to read it or not.

Again, I'm just gonna summarize the whole thing. The link for the "glitchable" and "vibratable" chat will be available below.

PLOT
annie96 (let's call Annie) was texting mcdavey (David) in the middle of the night when Annie heard some noises in her backyard (NOTE: Annie's parents were on vacation). She notices that there was someone digging and ruining her garden, and after a while, she discovered some features that resembles David; the jacket with his name and his face. While she was trying to call out to "David", the guy turned back and smiled at her.
After a short moment, the mysterious guy made ITS way into Annie's house. Annie hid while David called the cops which will arrive in 30 minutes. Annie described the being as something disturbing.

Short moments later, Annie replied that she was 'OK'. And the two of them chatted UNTIL David asked "how do I know if this is you?", and annie96 went offline.

The summary is probably not that scary. To read the full chat with glitches and vibrations, click HERE.

CRITICS
TBH, this feels like the best Creepypasta I've read that relates to modern topic. According to Pascal, the story was meant to depict how anonymous people in social media could be. You won't know who is chatting with you, and in this case, you can probably sense the few final messages from annie96 from the actual story.

What surprised me is that most people believed that this was real, until one Tweet reminded that you can't go offline in Whatsapp like annie96 does. Based on Pascal's interview, you would notice "annie96 is typing..." at the intense point of the chat, and he used Javascript and CSS to make the glitches and vibrations, which is only available to some phones. I'll be honest, the story DID made me think about the possible endings. If Annie was caught by the guy, that would explain the sudden change in chat format from annie96 last few messages.
Annie would never survive.
Why? 30 minutes for cops to arrive at your house when an unknown entity is in your house is way too long! Even if you hid pretty well, REMEMBER! The thing you're dealing with isn't human, it knows where you probably are. Anyways, I'm not gonna discuss how the possible endings support all these, I'll let you do the judging.

Ouw, BTW, if this was real, never look out your window in the middle of the night when your parents are on vacation. Seriously, I daren't look out my window after reading this.
CREEPYPASTA: Squidward's Suicide
Hello, and yes.. I almost forgot about this theme. I found out that sharing out "Jeff the Killer" for the first CREEPYPASTA post was a bit hardcore for newcomers.
Just to make those feared "Jeff" calm
down. Cos let's be honest, he's scary
So, I guess I'll start off slow. This one is one of the well-known creepypastas, and if you want your childhood memories to remain colorful and innocent, I suggest you don't continue reading the story, 'cause what is told in this story is (for some) disturbingly uncomfortable. Now, let's begin...
I'll make long story short, this creepypasta is about an unreleased Spongebob Squarepants episode, "Squidward's Suicide". The title (sure says it all) sounded creepy, but at the same time, remember the episode "Rock-a-bye-Bivalve" in which Spongebob and Patrick adopts a baby scallop, which is probably a lame joke for "How Sex Works". Anyhow, the "Squidward's Suicide" begins with the usual opening song and starts off with Squidward playing his clarinet when he heard Spongebob and Patrick laughing. As usual, he stops and tells Spongebob and Patrick to keep it down since he has a concert later, and (as usual) both of them said ok and went to Sandy's dome.
The bubble screen came to skip unnecessary parts and skipped to the end of Squidward's concert, and something strange about it is that everyone (including Spongebob) booing him. Another thing is that the crowd's eyes seem too realistic for the show itself.
Squidward went home and started sobbing how a while (I have no idea how long). After a while, the screen blurred and twitched to what seemed to be a picture of a dead child, and what makes it worse is that the shadow of the photographer was shown in it. Then the screen switched back to Squidward sobbing, only this time, blood start dripping out of his eyes. Again, after a few seconds, the screen changed to another child with one eye slightly popped out, then back to Squidward. This time, Squidward just stares into the camera as if he was watching "us".
Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bed, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
What happened to the kids who died in the episode? No one knew. No evidence of who the murderer or where or when the murder happened.

Again, as I've said, this is just a shorter version of the story in my own words. To read it full alongside with the video, READ IT HERE!!

Now, in my opinion, comparing it to the usual Creepypastas, "Squidward's Suicide" is more of a 'disturbing' story rather than a scary one. I mean, I'll be honest. "Jeff The Killer" scared me, and I had a hard time sleeping just because of it. "Squidward's Suicide" (altho not as scary as "Jeff The Killer") is more of those "ruining my childhood memories"... The one that changed my perspective towards "Spongebob Squarepants"  shows innocence. Of course, I knew what the story was gonna serve, I mean, cmon guys, this is Creepypasta. Obviously something disturbing is bound to happen. One thing I loved about this story is how they provide us a video to show Squidward's "looking at the camera" scene. It's probably one of the story supports, you know, to make it seem more "It Happened"-like. But overall, I do understand why this story gets famous in the Internet world. It's perfect for new comers to get interested to Creepypasta, rather than jumping in to "Top Scary" stories which will freak the heck out of you. Trust me, there are really scary stories in Creepypasta.

Have you read the story? Share your opinion below...
CREEPYPASTA: Jeff the Killer
Before I begin, those who aren't fan of horror, or are super imaginative, I suggest you not to read this, for this is one heck of a story that will make you wanna turn around to check if someone was behind you.
Horror, cute ain't it?
Ok, "Jeff the Killer", one of Creepypasta's best stories. In fact, I would say it is IN FACT the creepiest out of all. Although it doesn't contain any ghosts or scary monsters that you would usually expect in horror movies, this story still gives its readers a chill, and truth be told, I was scared of almost any suspicious looking thing I see for a few days after reading this story.
Horror and its contents

Some have claimed that Jeff the Killer was real, due to some video evidence and some stories, but I like to keep it as a story rather than a "criminal on the loose". Now the plot of the story was;

A boy named Jeff had a little brother named Liu (or was it Lui, I forgot), and Jeff always thought himself as a grown up, not needing to listen to his parents anymore. Time to time, he would feel a strange sensation that is somewhat pleasuring yet evil, but he ignored it, until one day, some bullies came over and tried to take he and his brother's money. The sensation grew so strong that he started going insane, hitting the bullies right in the stomach, stab the kid's hand (or elbow) with a knife. The police came after the incident, and Liu told them he was the one who stabbed them. This made Jeff's sensation even greater, and one day, when the neighbour asks Jeff's parents to come over for their son's birthday party, the bullies came back and tried to take revenge. Jeff was burnt and hospitalized as a result of the fight; on the other hand, his little brother was released after the police discovered that the bullies the one at fault. However, upon recovering, Jeff lost his sanity, and when he went home, he carved a smile on his face with a knife, burnt his eyelids, and in the end, killed his own parents and little brother.

This meme just explain my first time reading it
This story is so scary I wouldn't even recommend to simply anyone who shouldn't even try to. I can say this is one good story to scare people during Halloween, camping in the woods, or even a nightout. You could also use Jeff's model for Halloween (why am I suddenly bringing this up). Anyways, I could rate the story as 9.5/10. It was scary for a daily life-like story, because what usually scares people are stories of ghosts, dead people, and other mythical creatures. Of course, what I just posted was the plot, the real story is right HERE (CLICK HERE FOR FULL STORY), and for those who loves to read and HORROR, this is one perfect story for you to read.
Have you read about the story yet? What did you think about it?
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