#nosleep story

[roseblack2222]

"STOMP..DRAG..STOMP DRAG.." #scarystory #nosleep

[americanoddysey]

Had a dream last night that A Fresh Pair of Eyes got a TV adaptation and my mom watched it before I did, for some reason. Also, Elias was a gamer with the cat ear headphones. That is all.

(he still is)

[bogleech]

Entry 3 of my "new" (expanded from an old draft into a whole series with more content) creepypasta series is the Ambulatory Evacuation. The ending revelation might be the most grotesque but I feel like it isn't too graphically described? Maybe I'm not a good judge.

First entry: Transmutative Plasmodiform Second entry: Umbral Teletroph

[somesecretpie]

I am looking for a human host!

Are you bored?

Are you lonely and bored?

Do you have a lot of time on your hands?

Do you have hands?

I’m offering you a proposal, with potential financial compensation for your troubles. It may sound off putting at first blush, but hear me out. I am looking for a human host. And I mean a “willing” human host who might be willing to give up some of their time to help out an odd fellow that doesn’t have hands or blood.

Am I asking to control your body? Yes. Sometimes. You’ll still be there, but taking the backseat. Now you’re probably thinking “That sounds no fun! I don’t want to spend all my time riding shotgun.”

And that’s valid.

But you all spend about half of the day unconscious anyway. Your body is just there, doing nothing—a complete waste. As for me, I don’t sleep (haha), so we could have it so that during the day, I will graciously let you do fun human things, and at night, I’ll do whatever. And by whatever, I mean perfectly safe, perfectly reasonable activities.

I don’t drink, and I rarely go outside.

I enjoy baking, I look at pictures of birds online, I’ve been getting into neuroscience lately. Very interesting stuff. You’re all very interesting.

And maybe you’re still thinking “Hey now, I don’t want some random mind-controlling thingy hauling my body around in my sleep, “Weekend at Bernie’s Style” to which I say, you’re no fun and you’re not the kind of person I want to live with anyway.

“But I’m a light sleeper!” you say.

Don’t worry! I can isolate your somatosensory cortex so you can’t feel anything.

“But my family will think it’s weird!” you say.

Don’t worry! You don’t have to tell them.

Actually, I would prefer that you don’t tell anyone. Please.

And should anyone question me, I’m not bad at impressions. I’ll get really good at a “you” impression, it’ll be the first thing I do!

I know this all sounds very strange and potentially unpleasant, but remember the financial compensation that may or may not be happening. Hell, I’ll even do some of your chores if you like, while you sleep. You can wake up and the dishes will be done, laundry folded and coffee made. Doesn’t that sound nice? And then you open the fridge and oh, what’s this? Someone baked banana bread last night (that was me, I baked banana bread last night.)

Now I should say, I don’t have a lot of standards, I really don’t. But I do (unfortunately) have some, so let’s just get them out of the way before I waste your time.

Please do not contact me if you have any of the following:

- Anemia: Sorry, it’s just not going to work out. I can pay for iron supplements, but I can’t work miracles.

-A weak immune system: I don’t like getting sick, I’m sorry. It’s gross, sick people are gross. I mean I know it’s not your fault, but healthy folks only please.

-A strong immune system: Yes, I know what I just said, but I also don’t want to be attacked by your immune system. So maybe you’re not the picture of health, but you’re just kind of okay. I’m looking for someone who is just kind of okay.

-A penchant for alcohol: It makes me feel strange…

-A name that starts with a P: I’m not the greatest at “speaking.” It’s hard, moving air through your throat and moving your tongue and your mouth at the same time. You all do it so easy—can’t say I’m not envious! I’m the worst at making the “P” sound.

I intentionally avoid any "p word" in conversation, and get by well enough, but I’ll look pretty foolish if I’m cavorting about, pretending to be you, and I can’t even say your name!

Those are my standards, but really, other than that, I’ll take anyone.

I don’t care if you’re male or female or anything in between.

I don’t care if you’re gay.

I don’t care if you’re smart.

I don’t care if you don’t have a lawyer.

There are so many things that I don’t care about.

Now, I’ve specified all the ways in which I could compensate you and how our relationship will be not in any way problematic, but I want to stress that, above all things, I am looking for a friend.

Someone I can spend quiet evenings with.

If you want to hang out with me during the day, that’s great! I can give you fun hallucinations. Or you could have hallucinations the normal way, like by reading, like what you’re doing now. I love to read! I love doing funny voices. I wonder what you think I sound like?

I hope I sound nice.

And one of the best things about me is I’m very quiet. No one else will be able to hear me except you. I’ll be like your own personal friend that only you know. Like a secret friend. And you don’t even have to talk to me because I can read your thoughts.

I suppose I should tell you a bit more about myself, since you’re still reading.

I was born in the Everglades, I think. It’s been awhile.

But I remember being so cold…

And so alone...

But then I met this sweaty man in a colorful tee-shirt, with a camera, and half a granola bar, and with blood so hot.

So yeah, he was my first host, and I’ll admit, we weren’t the best of friends. It was a confusing time for both of us. I was confused. He was confused. What happened was really both of our faults, you could say…

He was a bird watcher, if I recall correctly. Just watched birds all the time. I thought it might have been out of jealousy—watching those little things flying around makes you feel kind of stuck. I felt stuck.

So I decided to be a bird for a while to see if it was really all it’s cracked up to be. Squished myself into the body of this lovely American crow. We settled down, built a nest, and laid several nice, healthy eggs with a man-bird by the name of “Richard Baxter.”

He was a very proud bird, very large. And he gave me so many wonderful gifts. Like children, and also small pieces of plastic.

I still have all of them.

The plastic, not the children.

I’d never been so happy, all these hormones had me consumed in the joy of motherhood, but the crow’s health was failing. I could not sustain myself—it’s pathetic little heart beat weaker and weaker.

I tried starving, I tried everything I could, I wanted to be a bird so bad. But it just wasn’t working out.

The bird stopped working.

The other crows held a funeral service for me, even though I was still alive. I tried to tell them, but I’m not good at speaking, you remember.

It was all just a big mess.

I haven't seen Baxter since, but I still think about him a lot.

Is that weird?

I’m totally over it though, haha.

After that incident, I got kind of depressed... I possessed a lot of trash animals—gulls, racoons, and salespeople. I did what I could to survive. That’s kind of where I am now.

I am currently living in Miami florida—been body surfing almost every day (haha). Right now I’m using a library computer and a librarian. She does not like being possessed, boy howdy are these fingers twitching. But you can thank her for my halfway decent grammar.

I’m tired of feeling like a parasite.

I want to try a different approach.

I want to be friends? Like with Richard Baxter except I also live in your brain and drink your blood sometimes. But I’ll make you bread in your sleep, so it’s okay.

It’s been really hard finding someone willing to put up with me.

I’ve tried everything.

So I thought I would put up an advertisement online, why not?

Can’t say the P word in real life, but you can hear it in your head loud enough I hope.

I know I kept saying that I would compensate you financially, but I’m going to be real with you, I don’t have much. I’ve got like twenty bucks, some small pieces of plastic and a book about...finance....

But I’m a real hoot! ;D

So,

(P)lease,

If you are interested, leave your comments below. I would love to get to know you :)

I need to go now, the library is closing soon, but I’ll get back as soon as I can.

[stingrayextraordinaire]

NoSleep Moodboards // Tales from the Gas Station

Time moves strangely at the gas station, flowing slow and fast all at once, like molasses out of a shotgun.

[carbonatedbexxer]

[cookinguptales]

just watched the dirty laundry ep where one of them talks about how he wrote a short story that worried his teacher and like

ohhh I had one of those when I was a kid. my parents still talk about it to this day.

when I was about 8yo, my teacher put a poster up on the blackboard and said, "I want you all to write me a story inspired by this scene." the scene was of a lush jungle that had animals hidden throughout.

"oh, okay," I said to myself. "I can do this."

see, what my teacher (and parents) didn't know was that my grandmother, knowing vaguely that I liked to read but knowing pretty much nothing else about children, had given me a stack of books that she got at a yard sale. these books were very nice quality and I was happy to get them. too bad that they were all alfred hitchcock presents!

for the uninitiated, AHP was a tv series and book series that collected short, scary stories. stories about murder, stories about ghosts, stories about monsters of all kind. you get stories like du maurier's the birds and blackwood's the wendigo and that fucked-up short story that roald dahl wrote about that guy who collected fingers or whatever.

all that is to say that I had been consuming wildly age-inappropriate atmospheric horror for months at this point and I was like, "yes, I know just what to write!"

I ended up turning in this story about an explorer who was lost in the jungle and he starts hearing this faraway howling sound, which he realizes is a howler monkey. and he keeps getting more and more lost and the howling keeps getting closer and closer and finally, as he is about ready to collapse with exhaustion, he hears the sound of howls all around him and the story ends with the implication that he got mauled to death by howler monkeys.

(I also, coincidentally enough, really enjoyed zoo books!)

lmao ~guess whose parents got a phone call~?

but it kind of backfired on my teacher, because my parents were fully delighted. they were like "WE DIDN'T KNOW SHE COULD WRITE LIKE THIS" and I did not get punished at all.

anyway, my parents still talk about "the howler" to this day when they want to embarrass me at dinner parties. :')

[xoivy]

I just finished watching the creep cast episode about penpal and i'm gonna fucking throw up dude

[spookcataloger]

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service.

A classic thread that every fan of outdoorsy-innawoods creepypasta should read. Haven’t heard of this yet? You’re in for a treat!

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 1/8) 

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 2/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 3/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 4/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 5/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 6/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 7/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 8/8)

Enjoy! Sleep with your lights on!

[sergle]

I just started listening to the newest season of Nosleep and had the deranged idea to write down my own personal ratings /10 and reviews and it's just my luck that the first episode was real bayud LMAO

[artisticfurby]

there should be a the third parent/tommy taffy fandom i think. or maybe not. maybe there shouldn't. maybe i just want that to happen because for some fucking reason it has been my special interest for so long. anyway uh

[roetrolls]

Sigh. I wanna do creative stuff but I really drained myself today

[the-body-of-billie]

General Notice for da Blog:

Elmsbury Vampyre (as a narrative) is still in development, but i'm expanding the universe with short stories foreshadowing the coming of something (an ARG perhaps ??? a youtube channel ??? an in-universe website ????). you should like, stay tuned or something !!! ^_^

in the meantime, stick around and enjoy the art and the old (non-canonical) drafts up on here, follow my instagram (linked) if you want to see non Elmsbury-Gallows-related artwork

all updates will be posted on this blog

stay spooky !!! ^_^

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Elmsbury-Gallows Short Stories

pinned under the cutoff so you don’t have to scroll - will be updated as more are written :]

these stories can be read in any order

[gothicprep]

thinking about how i used to read r/nosleep pretty often from the time I was like 17 to the time I was around 22, and I think I’ve concluded that there are no good “creepypastas” that don’t completely bend the genre to the point of almost entirely discarding it.

i think my favorite thing ever posted there is “left/right game” and like. sorry. if you take out the bookends that are meant to qualify it for the board – which are the least necessary parts of it – it’s just an experimental science fiction epic.

when I think creepypasta, I think camp horror. or dubious literacy. not that.

[carbonatedbexxer]

 "Now K.D firmly believes in Bigfoot, so she gets all excited and asks what he means by fuzzy.

Was he hairy???

But the kid says no, he wasn't hairy.

He was a 'fuzzy man', and he describes a man that's blurry, 'like when you close your eyes but not all the way closed.' "

From searchandrescuewood's original nosleep story 'im a search and rescue officer for the us forest', illustration by me.