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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
The reason I never leave my house on New Year's Eve

Chapter 1:
Growing up, New Year’s was never a big holiday for me. My family never really hosted a party or anything so my New Year’s Eve tended to be me just watching TV until the clock struck midnight and then it was off to bed. This continued into high school. By that point I was tired of doing nothing on New Year’s but I didn’t really have many friends so there weren’t a whole lot of options.

It was my senior year of high school when I finally got invited to a New Year’s Eve party. The invite came from Jake, one of my teammates on the track team. We talked a lot during practices and stuff but had never hung out outside of school which is why I was surprised when he texted me the invite. I tried playing it cool even though I was really excited to finally be doing something on New Year’s. He told me it was just going to be a house party with a lot of kids from our school and a few out of towners. I replied saying it sounded good and I’d see him in a few days.

New Year’s Eve came and Jake picked me up around 9 pm. There were a few other guys in the car that I recognized but had never actually talked to. We just made small talk on the way to the party and one of the guys asked me if I was going to try and find a girl at this party to kiss at midnight and I jokingly said we’ll see what happens.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Twins continue to go missing during the Christmas season, The truth is revealing itself

Chapter 1:
I've been a private investigator for fifteen years. Mostly routine stuff – insurance fraud, cheating spouses, corporate espionage. The cases that keep the lights on but don't keep you up at night. That changed when Margaret Thorne walked into my office three days after Christmas, clutching a crumpled Macy's shopping bag like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

My name is August Reed. I operate out of a small office in Providence, Rhode Island, and I'm about to tell you about the case that made me seriously consider burning my PI license and opening a coffee shop somewhere quiet. Somewhere far from the East Coast. Somewhere where children don't disappear.

Mrs. Thorne was a composed woman, early forties, with the kind of rigid posture that speaks of old money and private schools. But her hands shook as she placed two school photos on my desk. Kiernan and Brynn Thorne, identical twins, seven years old. Both had striking auburn hair and those peculiar pale green eyes you sometimes see in Irish families.

"They vanished at the Providence Place Mall," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "December 22nd, between 2:17 and 2:24 PM. Seven minutes. I only looked away for seven minutes."

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
I was held hostage over Christmas. I wish I hadn’t been rescued.

Chapter 1:
Most of us have no way to comprehend the depths of physical pain that a person can endure. I’ve struggled and failed to understand the evolutionary or theological reasoning behind it. If you’ve never felt your body suffering at its absolute maximum, I have no way of articulating what it was like to shove an ice pick through my own eye.

Through the shaking, the hurt, the desecration of my body, I remember one clear thought filtering through: I would have sacrificed my mother, my children, anyone I’d ever loved, to end the white-hot horror burning through my face. If a gun were pointed at my head, I would have pulled the trigger without a second thought.

If you believe that you wouldn’t offer the same concessions to Satan, you don’t understand yourself.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Every year on Christmas Eve my parents drug us. I found out why. [Part 3] 

Chapter 1:
Yeah. You read that right. Maybe you even read my post last year? I was pretty panicked when I wrote it so it was short, but it was real. It’s pretty simple for how crazy it all sounds.

Every year on Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember my parents drug us with sleeping pills. Something about not ‘being awake when Santa comes’.

We have a whole schedule the family keeps to. Dinner at five, at six we put on our pajamas and watch that shitty movie It’s a Wonderful Life (and yeah, the pj’s match), and then at half past eight we all use our last bit of eggnog to wash down the pills.

They’re strong. My sister’s out in probably fifteen minutes. I take a little longer but I’m always asleep by nine. Then we wake up the next morning, groggy but okay, and Mom gushes about everything ‘Santa’ left under the tree. Because we’re ‘good’.

It’s all bullshit.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Every year on Christmas Eve my parents drug us. I found out why. [Part 2] 

Chapter 1:
Yeah. You read that right. Maybe you even read my post last year? I was pretty panicked when I wrote it so it was short, but it was real. It’s pretty simple for how crazy it all sounds.

Every year on Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember my parents drug us with sleeping pills. Something about not ‘being awake when Santa comes’.

We have a whole schedule the family keeps to. Dinner at five, at six we put on our pajamas and watch that shitty movie It’s a Wonderful Life (and yeah, the pj’s match), and then at half past eight we all use our last bit of eggnog to wash down the pills.

They’re strong. My sister’s out in probably fifteen minutes. I take a little longer but I’m always asleep by nine. Then we wake up the next morning, groggy but okay, and Mom gushes about everything ‘Santa’ left under the tree. Because we’re ‘good’.

It’s all bullshit.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Every year on Christmas Eve my parents drug us. I found out why. [Part 1] 

Chapter 1:
Yeah. You read that right. Maybe you even read my post last year? I was pretty panicked when I wrote it so it was short, but it was real. It’s pretty simple for how crazy it all sounds.

Every year on Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember my parents drug us with sleeping pills. Something about not ‘being awake when Santa comes’.

We have a whole schedule the family keeps to. Dinner at five, at six we put on our pajamas and watch that shitty movie It’s a Wonderful Life (and yeah, the pj’s match), and then at half past eight we all use our last bit of eggnog to wash down the pills.

They’re strong. My sister’s out in probably fifteen minutes. I take a little longer but I’m always asleep by nine. Then we wake up the next morning, groggy but okay, and Mom gushes about everything ‘Santa’ left under the tree. Because we’re ‘good’.

It’s all bullshit.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
The Christmas Tree

Chapter 1:
Staring at the tree, whiskey in hand, Pete was pleased that this year would be different from the last. It had been the strangest time of his life, but he truly felt like things were finally coming together, and when better to come together than at Christmas? A time he loved more than any other.

In some ways the past year had been like an eternity, in others as if it had succumbed to time in the blink of an eye, but either way he was glad to see the back of it.

Staring at the Christmas tree, its beautiful lights casting a warm hue over the room, and the snow quietly falling outside as the sun set, Pete began to think of the past year, of his daughter Lana, and his wife Janet.

It had started with a very normal December, 12 months earlier. The small town in which they lived was covered in a thick layer of snow, the residents spending most of their days clearing driveways, and Pete's wife going off for one of her usual wanders. 

She had been gone for a couple of hours, but while Janet was utterly devoted to her family, she still needed moments to herself. To clear her head. To diminish the stress that comes with a loving yet disorganised husband, and a little girl who was kind, but whom enjoyed trying her parents' patience as much as possible.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Mr. Christmas

Chapter 1:

He first suspected that they were going to eat him when he noticed the distinct lack of Yuletide smells. It wasn't perhaps a conscious thought, at least not one which had been fully realised, but there was a clear growing uneasiness within him. Somehow he just knew.

Surely if a family invited you for Christmas dinner, the house would be filled with the wonderful aromas associated with that annual feast; succulent roast turkey, honey glazed vegetables, perhaps the fumes of mulled wine or a brandy covered Christmas pudding, but no, all of these were absent.

Yet the table was set.

It was a particularly bleak Christmas, and while snow was often welcome at that festive time of the year, the penetrating cold and frost which seemed to sabotage both homes and their residents’ bodies was not. The temperature had plummeted on the 7th, and there had been little sign of any forthcoming reprieve.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
Mr. Christmas

Chapter 1:

It's that time of the year again! That wonderful, all-too-brief season that fills my heart with a warm surge of joy and makes me feel like a young boy again, giddy with excitement, enchanted by the magic that seems to hang over everything like an invisible aura.

Christmastime.

My favorite holiday.

My favorite time of the year -- period.

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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
No one's allowed to look at my brother when he eats

Chapter 1:
I never thought it was weird. It was the same as Dad going to work every day and Mom cooking dinner every night. Just, Matty always ate upstairs.

Mom made sure everyone at the table had a full serving before she got to work on Matty's plate. She would load it with supersized portions of whatever was for dinner plus leftovers from last night. By the time it was ready, the mountain of food would put Dad's appetite to shame.

The night after my 8th birthday, Mom's arms shook carrying Matty's dinner. She teetered across the kitchen with a serving plate. The one we use for appetizers when we have guests; Three hamburgers, two chicken breasts, egg salad, at least a half dozen corn dogs, and a pile of potatoes. Squeezed next to that were pork chops, meatballs, shrimp fried rice in a Tupperware, and a full mixing bowl of Mac 'N Cheese.

"Do you need help, honey?"

Mom shook her head, finding her balance on the stairs.

"Oh no, mama's got it. Matty's not feeling well today."


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