Have you ever been in the spooky, haunted woods? It's getting dark and you're just playing around with the leaves and an old tree then a voice comes out of nowhere and scares the living daylights out of you!

Story
Out in the Woods
by Notrepere
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It's almost time! Get out your buckets and pillow cases because we're all going trick or treating soon :)Here's a strange story. It's a spooky story for Halloween from the creepypasta library about a haunted area in the woods.I hope you have a wonderful day! --SpookyTRANSCRIPTGood evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from the foggy town of Sandcastle, California. Just a few more nights before Halloween and I'm excited. Saturday night these stories will be playing on the live stream on YouTube and on Halloween, I just might do a show from my spooky backyard. Maybe we'll see a live ghost or two! The festivities on Halloween will start after it gets dark.  Subscribe to my channel at www.splatterdaynightmares.com.
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Out in the Woods
by Notrepere
NotesWhat you are about to hear was posted on 4chan's paranormal /x/ board on Halloween day of 2013 by an unknown user by the name of prozac101. Being a daily visitor to /x/, I was one of the first people to reply to the girl's post, and I think it's best that I tell you now that I was pretty creeped out by what I had read, probably the most I had been in a long time. It's kind of hard for me to explain the strange feelings I got, but there was something quite different about her story, due to the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about it for days after it had been first posted on the board. Just to make everything clear, I am not entirely the original author of this piece, just merely an anonymous editor that felt that it was his duty to share prozac101's story even further with the world.
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Hey /x/
Just thought that I'd share a couple of spooky stories from my childhood, to get everyone all hyped for Halloween.
When I was a child, it was just me and my mother. We lived in a property owned by my grandma, a three story, old farmhouse right at the fringe of the woods. It was far off the road, down a long, unlit, gravel driveway―it felt very isolated at night, being so distant from any other houses, set in an area that hadn't been inhabited for thirty years before we started living in it. Quite often, I was a fairly rambunctious child, so while my mom went off to work, I would occasionally skip the morning bus to school and stay home alone all day. The big house had a habit of feeling incredibly lonely and sparse, so I spent most of my time playing in the forest expanse out back. Some distance into the woods, far enough that I couldn't hear my mother when she called, there was a toppled pine tree which had crashed into another―an even larger trunk on its way down was now frozen there, forming a long arc over the forest floor. I loved to climb up the jagged stump at the base of this fallen tree and then steady myself to a point just above the middle. I was never able to make it all the way to the top because it just got too steep for me to continue any further, and I had a bad habit of freaking out from how high up I was.
One day I was sitting in my usual spot on the fallen tree, which was a good distance from the ground, just listening to the birds singing and simultaneously feeling the warmth of the sun on my neck, when I heard something strange from underneath that paralyzed me in shock:
"Hey kid."
I was gripped by a sudden strong surge of fear for a moment. The voice had come from directly underneath me. I strained to look down, but couldn't see anything over the ledge. For a long time I just sat there in absolute silence, and I was at the point where I was almost soon to convince myself that I had imagined hearing a man's voice at all.
"I know you can hear me."
His voice was much louder this time, as I yelled something out, and scrambled up the log a bit higher. Trembling nervously, I dug my fingernails into the bark and held tight for dear life. I sat there, trying to collect my nerves for god knows how long. Although I couldn't see it, the presence of the thing underneath me was still clear. The bird song was much softer and more cautious this time, and when I listened closely, I swear I could hear the faintest echo of human breathing. Gathering all my courage, I vowed to prove to myself that it was all my imagination by leaning over the ledge as far as I possibly could without slipping right off. Digging hard into the bark behind me, I stretched out along my arms and peered over, getting a full view of the empty forest floor and undergrowth, when suddenly―
"―COME DOWN HERE OR I'LL COME UP AND GRAB YOU!"
It was so loud, it was as if it was being screamed right in my face. I released my grip on the tree in fright and plunged off the platform. I was saved only by grabbing a nearby branch, and for one awful second, my bare legs dangled in the cool air. When I pulled myself up, I ran at full speed to the top of the collapsed pine, to the point I had never reached before. I sat there, just below the rustling canopy, pissing myself and staring at the distant base where the splintered wood rose, fully expecting at any moment to see someone crawling rapidly up the pine towards me. Instead, all I heard was the wind whistling in the leaves above and below me, and occasional snippets of birdsong. It was about two hours before my mother got home and found me, after much worried searching, trembling, and crying at the top of the fallen tree.
Although this incident spooked both me and mother, in time I somehow recovered, exhibiting that naive hard skin of a child, although I never went as far into the forest as I used to, and never again even approached that fallen tree. Once when I was twelve, I had the chore of taking firewood from the shed out back (just at the edge of the woods) and to bring it back inside the house. It was a tiresome job, and I always chose to do it at dusk when the air was brimming with mosquitoes and a swampy fog that usually coated the lawn. By the time I had made my last round, I would sprint back to the house, spooked. One of my least favourite things about this job was that the shed was full of barn owls (if you have ever seen a barn owl's face staring at you from a dark roof corner, then you will know how uncomfortable that shed made me).
One of these nights it got mistier than it had ever been before. A thick silver fog covered everything and limited my line of sight to a short sphere around me. Even though the shed wasn't far from the house, I found myself feeling disoriented, and more than once I walked in the wrong direction, both times for some reason walking straight into the woods. By the time I had reached my last load, it was too foggy to see the street. My eyes stung in the moisture and it made my vision blur. Lurching forward, I managed to walk headfirst into a tree, doubling over and dropping all of the wood I was bundling onto my feet with a hard crunch. As I went to pick them up, with my foot throbbing pretty hard, I realized that the ground was too misty for me to see my own knees. I decided to head to the house, since we had more than enough wood for one night. However, it was getting to be pretty dark and I couldn't make out any signifiers of which direction I was heading in. Even though I cautiously walked for several feet in all directions, trying to figure out my position in the mists, I still couldn't figure out any point of identification.
I couldn't even locate the fence or the gate, and the more I walked, the more I seemed to stumble into trees, pine needles and mud crunching under my feet instead of dew-covered lawn. After a while, I finally realized that I couldn't even find the shed any more. Cursing myself for being so dumb (while trying to ignore my thumping heart and sense that something else was at play) I became aware that I was lost somewhere in the fringe of the forest. Screaming out for my mother at the loudest possible volume was only met with a resounding silence from the depths of the mist all around from where I stood, affirming that I had wandered too far from the house to be heard. As a deep panic started to settle on me, I noticed a glimpse of something pink moving against a nearby pine trunk. Coming closer I saw that it was a ripped-out square of pink paper. On it there was an arrow, pointing left. Looks vaguely like something my mom might make, I rationalized, to keep me from getting lost. So, foolishly, I followed the direction set by that green arrow, shivering in the increasing cold.
I kept walking for about five to ten minutes before needing to stop to take a breath. My heart was pounding so fast, it was beginning to hurt. As I was sitting down, however, I spied what appeared to be another note fluttering on a nearby trunk. I noticed that this one was embedded with a long nail. It bore another arrow, this one pointing up, and a small, sloppily written note that said "THIS WAY". Despite my increasing panic, I convinced myself that these notes were my only shot at getting back before nightfall. I was desperate to get the hell out and my brow was cold with sweat. So I followed the green arrow, to a point where I could just dimly make out another spot of pink, up an incline of collapsed stumps and leaf litter.
At this point it was getting pretty dark, and I had to strain both my eyes just to see a few meters ahead of me. Following the green arrows, feeling less and less sure of where I was, I stumbled through the woods, groping out in the mist to feel for trees (although I was terrified of something unseen grabbing my arm). I came across the third green note, which had another arrow pointing up again, this one lead to an increasingly steep slope that I didn't recognize being anywhere near my house, and with a poorly drawn smiley face right above it. At this stage, I became too freaked to cope and started to cry there a little. As I slumped against the pine stump, the possibility that I would be out in these woods all night was beginning to sink in, like a syringe being driven into the veins wit

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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the beautiful yet haunted coastal town of Sandcastle, California. Today I have for you a spooky, scary Halloween story written by Jake Wick called The Pumpkin Patch. A boy at school is harassed so badly that he has made his own beliefs in a deity, one that is very, very hungry for bad boys. Listen to this scary tale for a good All Hallow's Eve Scare!
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The Pumpkin Patch
by Jake Wick
Liam was the believing type, but even more so than your average 3rd-grader. Most kids at his age believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, but Liam found those tales foolish and irrelevant, fictional characters conjured up to draw young hearts and minds into holidays. Liam surmised that his faith could only lie with a single idol. Like an agnostic questioning which deity out of Yahweh, Allah, and Buddha could be the one true god, Liam knew there could only be one authentic holiday totem. There couldn’t exist both a Santa and a tooth fairy, there could be only one. And for Liam, the one in question was The Pumpkin King.
Down the road from Liam’s house was a pumpkin patch that stretched on toward the horizon, below which the sun dipped each and every evening. This, Liam believed, was where his holiday deity arose to reward his disciples, young and old. The night on which this happened was All Hallow’s Eve, of course.Now, Liam knew in his heart that this Pumpkin King was the one true idol, just as any tiny tot with their eyes all aglow knew that Santa Clause would slide down their chimney with his bag of goodies on Christmas Eve. But the kids at school thought Liam to be asinine for his childlike beliefs. Just like the world’s religions—where believers of a talking serpent poke fun of believers of a winged horse—the grade school believers of flying reindeer and Christmas elves jeered at Liam for his devotion to a pumpkin god.
“When are you gonna stop believing in that stupid pumpkin?”
“Hey, Liam! Watch me carve the pumpkin king’s face!”
“Santa’s real, my parents told me. But my parents said the pumpkin king isn’t real!”
On his two-mile walk home, the school’s fifth-grade bullies—Franky, Tyler, and Aspen—waited patiently for Liam to walk under the arched stone bridge. When Liam emerged from under it, he was greeted by a shower of cold and slimy pumpkin guts that rained down on his head, immediately followed by sounds of devilish snickering.
Word spread through the small South Carolina town that little Liam Henson believed in the occult and would be spending Halloween night in a pumpkin patch, awaiting his pagan deity. A notion that was met with judgmental stares and virtue-signaling gossip from those bible-belt dwellers. And soon, Liam’s parents stopped receiving invitations to local church functions. His older sister was shunned in school, believed to be some sort of witch who, like her brother, bowed to heathen idols.
The afternoon of Halloween soon arrived. The classroom was thoroughly decorated for the occasion; paper cutout jack-o-lanterns were strung together with yarn and tacked to a corked staff on the wall, a large black cat cutout was pasted to the classroom door, and a jack-o-lantern bowl filled with candy sat atop the teacher’s desk. None of the decorations in the school dared echo anything to do with witches or goblins or vampires or devils, something which would have drawn judgement from more than a few sets of parents.
Liam’s school held a trick-or-treating event within its walls. Costumed children lined up outside each classroom to receive their treats. Liam, of course, dressed as a pumpkin. He received the usual jeers from his classmates; if they weren’t making fun of his devotion to the Pumpkin King, they were laughing at the fact that pumpkin costumes were normally reserved for an infant’s first Halloween. It was not until Liam was kindly asked to refrain from the school-wide trick-or-treating, however, that he became most distraught.
“Liam, I think it’s best if you hang out in Principal Reviss’ office for an hour.” His teacher, Ms. Volskay… he hated her with a passion.
“Why?” Liam asked quite innocently.
“Because.”
Liam hated her for that, the way she’d never give a real answer. She acted as if she was the all-powerful overlord upon which the righteousness of rules rested. But she was only a part of the problem. The bigger issue was that Liam was a believer among nonbelievers, at least when it came to his Pumpkin King. These bible-thumpers just wouldn’t have it. The Easter Bunny and Santa Clause were fine to them; they were the mascots for Christian holidays, and were thus virtuous and pure. To them, the Pumpkin King was equal in nature to the god Pan, upon which their Satan character’s appearance was based.
And so Liam sat and seethed and stewed in the principal’s office. Principal Reviss offered him candy from the bowl on his desk. As Liam pathetically chewed on a piece of caramel, he thought of how much better the other kids had it in terms of quality and quantity of candy. It made his blood boil to think of it. Of how those commonplace zombies were rewarded for their lack of original thinking.
“Excuse me, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Ms. B, the school counselor, entered the room with a firm knock on the already-opened door.
“Not at all,” Principal Reviss replied. “Have a seat.”
Oh, god. Liam knew what this meant. Ms. B was about to ‘counsel’ him. Even at his age, Liam thought it to be a useless position that could be handled by anyone and everyone. Ms. B sat down across from Liam, next to Principal Reviss. As Ms. B adjusted her hair, Liam caught Reviss’ eyes wandering down toward her tights-covered legs. Such hypocrisy.
“Now, Liam,” said Ms. B in her thick southern accent, talking to Liam in a most passively degrading manner, “we wanted to talk to you today about certain things you’ve been saying around school.”
“Okay,” said Liam, uninterested.
“Liam… do you know what the word ‘gossip’ means?”
Oh, boy. Here we go.
“Yes,” Liam replied.
There was a pause. Ms. B was waiting for an answer.
“Go on, then. Tell me.”
“It means to go around saying things that aren’t true.”
“That’s right. Well, that’s sort of what this is about, Liam.” Another pause as Ms. B stared Liam down with demeaning puppy dog eyes.
“Okay,” said Liam amidst the awkward air.
“I hear you’ve been going around school, talking about a thing called ‘The Pumpkin King’. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s almost Halloween. And every Halloween, the Pumpkin King comes out of the pumpkin patch and gives presents to all his believers.”
“Now, that’s not really true, though, is it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Liam, there’s no such thing as a ‘Pumpkin King’”.
“Are you a god-fearing woman?”
Ms. B was taken aback, and this was two folds; not only had young Liam turned the questioning onto her, but he was also asking an intelligent question, intelligent for his age. She couldn’t tell whether he was that mature in intellect, or if he was just repeating something he’d heard an adult say.
“I, uh,” Ms. B stammered, “yes, I believe in God. Go to church twice a week.” Liam grimaced at how she pronounced ‘twice’ as twass.
“And do you believe the story about the snake in the garden?”
“Of course. First story of the bible.”
“Is a talking snake in a garden less crazy than a talking pumpkin in a patch?”
“Well, Liam, it’s important that you understand the difference. The bible’s the word of god.”
This was going nowhere. Liam quit and spent the rest of the session staring at a wall as Ms. B rattled off baptist drivel and quotes about ‘dishing dirt’ that she picked up at a help site for counselors. She is child, Liam thought. Unenlightened, uneducated.
Evening soon came, and there was Liam’s older sister, Tara, wearing her glittery witch costume. She scolded him for his stupid beliefs that had garnered her so much flak in school and around town.
“I swear to god,” she said, “if I hear one more word from you about this stupid pumpkin thing, I’m gonna drop you off in the cemetery overnight.”
But Liam would not be spending the night in a cemetery. He’d be spending it in the pumpkin patch near his house. Tonight was the night, and it made him grin. All of the torments, the virtue-signaling religious fanatics, the bullying, the harsh words, the neglect… it would all pay off on this chilly Halloween.
Liam left the house, but unlike the hoards of children walking the earth that evening, Liam was not in a costume. He wore jeans and had on a fur coat to keep warm once the sun fully set. His lack of a costume drew confused stares from the adults who were handing out candy. The other children were too busy gobbling down chocolate to notice. Liam cut through several yards as he made his way to the patch. If he hurried, he’d be able to catch that reddish orange sunset in its full glory.
As he walked among swirling hoards of dead autumn leaves, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that he hoped was just his imagination. But it wasn’t. He saw them clear as day. Franky, Tyler, and Aspen, the three bullies, were standing on the side of someone’s house. And they saw Liam, too, who was obviously walking off toward the pumpkin patch.
In this moment, Liam wished he hadn’t ran off at the mouth so much about the Pumpkin King. The three bullies seemed to freeze in place as their hawklike eyes tracked Liam’s every step.
“Going to see the pumpkin man?”
One of them shouted it. Liam wasn’t sure which one. This was bad. They surely wouldn’t pass

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Enjoy this spooky Halloween tale about a town that doesn't believe a boy's tale of the Pumpkin King until a group of bullies follows him to the Pumpkin Patch on Halloween.

The Pumpkin Patch
by Jake Wick
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A Boy in a Michael Myers Mask
by Starlessandbibleblack
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A Boy in a Michael Myers Mask
by Starlessandbibleblack
“Considering how much crap people give this movie, it honestly isn’t that bad,” Mark said while taking another sip of his beer.
His wife, Claire, took another fistful of popcorn from her bowl.
“Just you wait. This is one of my favorite parts coming up.”
In the next scene, a boy wearing a pumpkin mask watched a flashing jack-o-lantern on a television while a silly theme played in the background. Just as the mask began to rot and the kid fell to the ground, Claire heard the doorbell ring. She grunted with disappointment and set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table.
“Right when we were getting to one of the best scenes,” she said with a slight hint of disappointment in her voice.
Claire stood up from their couch and walked towards the front door. While doing so, she grabbed a bowl of candy from their kitchen counter as well as her witch hat. She placed the cheap cone on her head and made sure it was lopsided. As she walked down the foyer, she could hear her husband’s laughter bellowing as the sound of snakes and bugs squirming blared from the sound system. As soon as she opened her front door, she was greeted with the delightful, high pitched screams of small children.
“Trick or treat,” they all yelled in unison at an ear-piercing pitch.
“My oh my, aren't you a scary little bunch,” Susan exclaimed while extending the bowl in front of them.
She allowed each kid to take two pieces. Most of them immediately went for the good stuff like Snickers and Reese’s. Just as she expected, none of the children went for the Almond Joys that had come in the variety bag. She didn’t really mind however. They were her favorite, and it meant more for her at the end of the night.
“Stay safe children, and please be careful. This is a busy street, so watch out for any cars.”
“Yes ma'am,” the group retorted while turning and running down the cobblestone path that snaked through her yard.
One child covered in zombie makeup turned his head as he ran and yelled, “thank you!” Claire smiled and waved goodbye to the children as they ran down her driveway and onto the sidewalk. As she watched them take off towards the next house, she caught sight of her neighbor walking across the street. The two exchanged a friendly wave. The woman and her daughter glanced up and down the street before running across it and up to Claire’s front door.
“Happy Halloween, Margaret,” Claire said while holding out the candy bowl for her daughter.
“You know, I've been looking all up and down the street for you! I'm guessing Mark went out with Tommy tonight?”
Margaret's daughter, Elizabeth, shuffled through the candy in the bowl and attempted to find one that would satisfy her cravings.
“Tommy actually went out with some friends from school. He was begging us all month to do it. I was a little skeptical, but Mark was the one that pointed out that we need to let him off the leash a little bit. We came to a compromise that he couldn't go past Jefferson Street.”
Elizabeth squealed with delight as she finally found a Twix bar among all the pieces of candy. She placed it in her bag and went back to scavenging through the bowl for another one.
“We also put a tracker app on his phone just to make sure he listens. He's never really been a problem with this sort of thing, but I just wanted to be safe.”
They both looked down as Elizabeth made it known to the world that she had found two more Twix bars.
“The two of us need to get going. If we see Tommy anywhere he's not supposed to be, I'll give you a call.”
The two women hugged, and Margaret took her daughter by the hand. As they walked down the driveway and onto the sidewalk, Claire looked on with a smile. The two of them passed in front of her house and further down the street. Just as Claire was stepping back inside, she caught sight of something in her neighbor's yard.
A child stood near the edge of the grass. Claire guessed he was about ten years old from his size. His small frame was covered in a pair of dark blue coveralls that were easily two sizes too big. His face was hidden by a Michael Myers mask that was meant to be worn by an adult, causing it to appear almost comedically large on the boy’s head. An orange plastic bag filled with a small amount of candy hung by his side from a small fist. She assumed it was the Johnson’s kid considering he was standing in their yard.
“Did you want some candy, Robert?”
The boy stood completely silent and motionless. He simply continued to stare at her with the hollow, black eyeholes of the mask. Claire had never really known Robert to be a talkative boy, so this hardly surprised her. Claire shrugged and shut the door behind her. She rested the bowl of candy back on the kitchen counter and plopped down into the cushions of the couch. Just as she found the perfect comfortable position, Mark nudged her.
“Would you mind grabbing me another beer?”
She glared at him with an exhausted look.
“You have no self-reliance, do you?”
Just like many other times in the past, Mark flashed her a pitiful look.
“Pwease,” he asked in a mocking child's voice.
Claire grabbed the empty bottle from his hand and stood up from the couch.
“God, you're insufferable,” she said with a laugh.
Claire walked into the kitchen and threw open the door to the refrigerator. As she grabbed one bottle, she figured that she might as well get one for herself. As she placed them on the counter and opened a drawer to retrieve the bottle opener, something caught her attention. Just outside the kitchen window, she saw a shadow fly across the grass in the soft glow of their security light. She leaned closer to the glass that had frosted around the edges from the chill of the night air. A few dead leaves tumbled across the grass as she scanned the yard for the source of the movement.
Ding dong
Her attention suddenly diverted to the front door. She left the bottles on the counter and grabbed the bowl of candy once more. As she flung open the front door, she was not greeted with the familiar cheers of small children like every other time that night. Her front door step was empty. She glanced at her driveway to find no one in sight. It was not until she looked near the edge of her lawn that something caught her attention.
The boy in the Michael Myers mask was standing near the hedge that bordered Claire’s yard. He stood completely still in the green glow of the Halloween lights that emitted from the front landscaping. At this point, Claire knew this was not the neighbor's kid. Although Robert rarely talked, she knew that he was not one to pull pranks like this. She attempted to see any details of his face through the holes in the mask but to no avail.
“Look, I don't know who you are, but either take some candy or get out of here.”
She held out the bowl in his direction. The boy titled his head to one side as the Halloween lights changed to a shade of purple. He then pivoted on his heels and walked down her lawn towards the street. He vanished around the hedge and out of her sight.
“Little weirdo,” Claire muttered to herself while opening an Almond Joy and popping it in her mouth.
As she set the candy bowl back on the kitchen counter, Mark called to her from his perch in the living room.
“Who were you yelling at?”
“Just some kid who was standing in the yard. I saw him across the street in the Johnson’s yard a few minutes ago.”
“Well did you offer him any candy?”
“Yeah,” Claire responded while popping the caps off their beer. “All he did was stare at me and walk off.”
“Good thing I’m here to protect you, honey.”
She rolled her eyes while walking back to the living room.
“My ass,” Claire said shoving the beer bottle in his hand.
She tousled his hair and sat down on the couch. With the popcorn bowl resting back in her lap, Claire picked up a handful and happily put it in her mouth.
Scratch
She turned her head to find their dog standing at the back door, waiting to be let in.
“Oh, come on…”
Giving up her seat once again, Claire dragged her feet to the back door and slid it open. The black lab pranced inside with delight and vanished into the kitchen to search for scraps. In its wake, a few leaves blew in through the door. Claire quickly rounded them up and tossed them back outside. As she looked out over the yard, she noticed the boy in the Michael Myers mask standing amongst the trees that backed up to the fence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing back there?”
There was no response.
“Mark, you better get over here.”
Her husband grunted as he stood from the couch and lumbered in her direction. Using the door frame for support, he leaned over and stuck his head outside.
“I’ll tell you one thing, that isn’t the Johnson’s boy. Robert is a couple of inches shorter than that and a few pounds heavier.”
Claire blew air from her nostrils and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
“At this point, I don’t care who the hell he is. I just want him out of here. If that means calling neighborhood security, then so be it.”
Mark stepped outside with his bare feet smacking on the flagstone patio. He stood right at the edge where it met the grass. His shadow loomed over the yard as he blocked some of the light coming from inside the house.
“Either you leave, or we’re calling security. You got that?”
The boy stood motionless and refused to answer.
“Are you deaf or something? Get out of here!”
This time, the boy moved. He rested the orange candy bag down in the pine straw and opened it. Reaching inside, the black handle of a kitchen knife emerged from the bag. The blade reflected the moonlight and bounced it back in their direction.
“Holy shit!”
Mark immediately

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The Earl's Imposter
The most pivotal point of my entire life occurred when I was 16. A moment that separated me from who I was, or potentially who I was supposed to be. This isn’t a simple coming of age story, I changed in a way that transcends my own understanding. I don't even really know what happened. I hope recounting the events will shed some light.
It was a cool, crisp fall. My birthday had just passed. Perhaps me being born in October gave me some sort of affinity for the weather, and the traditions. I loved Halloween.
There was nothing quite like getting dressed up, playing the role of someone, or something else entirely, and gorging on candy. As I got older, of course, it became less about candy and more about girls, drugs, and booze.
I’d fallen in with a group of, for lack of a better term, overachieving stoners. We were pretty open minded in the use of any drug we could get our hands on, but none of us were really junkies. There wasn’t a desperation for a fix, so much as a desire to expand our minds. It seemed noble at the time, but reflecting back on it, it was naive and outright dangerous sometimes. Whether or not it was due to the drugs, or simple teenage bravado, we always challenged ourselves and each other to stupid contests. Sometimes as simple as who could sprint the farthest with a lung-full of bong smoke, or as intensive as spending the night in the mall by our highschool. I happened to be the victim of the latter challenge. I’d deeply implore you to do the same!
There were some stupid stories, mainly bullshit that every other kid in our high school would make up, about the mall being haunted. It always came back to some half-truth legend about a gruesome Halloween. According to the legend, the mall, named The Eglinton Center, was not named for quite the same reason as the busy midtown Toronto street it was adjacent to. Story has it that the former site of the mall was a large manor. It was built, and named, in honor of the Earls of Eglinton, of Scotland (much like the street), but to the surprise of everyone involved, the Earl showed up to Toronto (then known as York), with every intent of staying there.
He threw lavish parties, and extravagant affairs, but over time they became associated with the disappearances of many local youths, some of whom were of wealthier stock. In an affair reminiscent of the burning windmill version of the Frankenstein monster’s demise, a mob torched the manor with him atop of the roof, on Halloween night, no less. His remains were never found, and not long after, the true Earl of Eglinton (ignorant of the malady to Toronto that he supposedly caused) sent word to the town council of his pleasure regarding the estate being named after him. All the way from Scotland.
No one truly knows what happened to the Earl’s imposter, or to any of the missing youth, as no remains were ever found. They claim the mall, which was a plaza before being upgraded, was named as a memorial to the victims of the Earl’s imposter. Doesn’t seem like a very good reason to name a mall, everything considered.
Twas the night before Halloween that the challenge was issued. My friend Jaque kept going on about how cool it would be to break into the mall on Halloween, and spend the whole night there, to see if there was any truth to all the rumours of ‘the Earl’s imposter stalking the halls for young blood’.
“You’d have to be an idiot to believe that story, let alone that the mall is really haunted...” I brazenly scolded Jaque.
“Sounds like you’re volunteering to prove him wrong then?” Will challenged. He always was an antagonist.
“And miss out on the Halloween festivities? Not a chance!” I tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, but in truth, I really didn’t want to do it.
“Ah, sounds like you’re scared then after all?” Jaque butted in. “Not so brave as to put your money where your mouth is? I bet you $50 you couldn’t spend the night there!”
In truth, I didn’t have $50 to wager to begin with, but that money sure could be sweet…
“I’ll throw in a 6 pack of beer too!” Will added, successfully sweetening the deal.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I caved, “but not that crappy Auspicious Ale you get your brother to buy you, I want decent beer!” We all laughed, before hashing out the terms of the deal. I was to somehow enter the mall around 11pm, and I had to stay in until 630am. The sun wouldn’t have even risen yet, but it was late enough for us to agree it counted as the morning.
As the entirety of our group stood on Eglinton Avenue West, clad in a wide array of costumes, we stared down the narrow alley that led to the back access and loading docks of the mall. Everyone gave me words of encouragement. There was something particularly eerie about tonight. They say the veil between the spirit world and ours is thinner on Halloween. If there was any night to see a ghost or ghoul this was it, but there was something else giving me the creeps that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The air felt strangely void, as if there was supposed to be something there that was noticeably absent right now.
“Not too late to back out man, you could get in a lot of shit if security catches you." Kyle, my most reasonable friend, cautioned. “You’ll get over the shame of being called a chicken in less than a week, I’m sure."
“Nah, it’s too late. Plus, I’ve always wanted to meet the Earl’s imposter.” I grinned wickedly as I cheekily responded. At about a quarter to 11, Hal walked out from an access door leading to the hallway behind the mall’s theater. He wasn’t really a close friend to any of us, but there wasn’t much he wouldn't do for weed.
“C’mon you ain’t got long, I’m supposed to be out of here already!” Will walked up to him, slipped him a small spliff, and put his hand on my shoulder. Then offered the final thing I’d remember clearly. Some excellent wisdom!
“You heard the man, get in there!”
As per Hal's plan, I raced to the food court bathrooms. The auxiliary lights weren’t on in the sub level, where the food court was. I knew the layout of the mall well enough. I ran to the men’s bathroom, but it was locked. I cursed, then ran to the women’s instead, locked too. As I heard what sounded like footsteps, night security I assumed, I ran out to the seating area. In the narrow light from the upper level I could see that the bagel stand’s gate wasn’t properly closed. Looked like it was damaged. I squeezed through, and hid under the counter. The footsteps stopped. The lights flickered on. I stayed in a snug spot between the register’s ledge, and a mini fridge. Minutes passed. That’s fine, I’ve got time. Still no footsteps though.
Curiosity got the better of me. I peeked my head up and saw something that made me immediately dive back under the counter. The food court was packed! Absolutely filled with people! People at tables, people lined up at the restaurant stalls, busier than I’d ever seen, but it was still silent. As I stayed below the counter, I rationalized.
“There’s no fucking way…” I muttered softly. I slowly inched up again. Empty, as expected. Must have been a trick of the mind.
Well over an hour has passed now. My heart stopped racing from the running and the crowded food court scare. I sent Will a picture text from behind the bagel shop counter. He sent back the least tasteful selfie of him with his tongue down some girl’s throat. She was dressed like a devil, or some kinda demon. More skanky than creative. Just another reason to regret being here on Halloween night, and not on a couch at a sick party with some cute girl. Whatever, I better focus on not getting caught anyhow. I snagged a cream cheese and salmon bagel from the fridge, checked the register (sans drawer of course, but worth a shot), and headed back upstairs, via the hallway with the bathrooms.
As I entered the hallway with the adjacent bathrooms, I started feeling something really strange. Happy to be there, nonetheless! As I looked down the hallway, it started to elongate and distort. I felt nauseated, as the funhouse corridor ahead of me contorted and twisted. I turned around, but the hallway behind me stretched even further. The two meters I’d covered became two hundred. I heard fast, rabid whispering directly into my ear, from behind. It was completely indistinguishable. I turned again quickly, trying to catch whatever it was, but there was nothing. The hallway was normal again. My nausea evolved into sickness. I raced to the nearest bathroom, the women’s, and began to throw up into a toilet. It felt excessive, like I had binged at the Chinese buffet in the mall right before racing to the toilet.
As I finally finished, and wiped my mouth on my sleeve, I held the toilet desperately. Then I thought to myself, I had tried this room earlier, it was locked. Someone was here, someone was fucking with me. I texted will.
“Who the fuck is here with me?”
No immediate response, probably living it up at the party. Asshole.
I went up to the main level and sat on the bench across from the liquor store. The lighting was poor, but most of the walls on this level were glass. It was easy to see outside. According to Hal, there wouldn’t be any security here past midnight. It was now 12:10. I shouldn’t have anything to worry about. I sat a while longer, considering whether or not I should leave.
“I may be in over my head,” I thought out loud.
Footsteps clacked against the smooth floor of the upper mezzanine.
“Fuck this, I’m definitely in over my head!” I muttered as I ran behind a large ornate pillar. There wasn’t supposed to be any security now! I looked cautiously around the pillar, but I couldn’t see anyone. My eyes darted around, to the still escalators, to the stairs down to the food court, to the entrance. I knew it was my chance. I sprinted to the doors, fully prepared to trigger the alarms as I’d pus

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These stories were moved to the darknet channel. The Darknet Channel and Podcast are for smaller single stories. Compilations of these stories will be played here in Sandcastle for a longer episode. If you want to listen to some previous dark net stories stay tuned! New stories on Monday. A Link in My Message App Ruined My Lifehttps://www.creepypastascarystories.com/creepypasta/never-click-on-anonymous-links-from-social-media-sites/I want you to tell this story for me. I have never told it to anyone before but I need the world to know. I started using social media a lot in 2020. Since I had to work from home because of Covid, I spent a lot of time chatting on social media sites, not because I wanted to chat with people but because there was a lot of downtime while waiting for orders to come in. Social media was kind of like my water cooler as I waited. I mean, we all talk to people in the office during down time so I figured it was the same.
I tried hard to avoid it but working from home got boring really fast. Maybe of the coworkers were on a certain popular social media network so I could ask them questions about the work I’m doing and they could ask me questions as well. What I found, however, is that people didn’t want to talk about work on social media. They wanted to talk about everything else but work and I got into that habit as well. Soon I was reloading my newsfeed every few minutes just to see who was out there and what they were posting. I felt terrible about it until others at work were liking my new posts and others. I soon eased into the flow and during down time that is all I did.
I started getting friend requests from one account that seemed rather odd. It was an account that I think was duplicated to look like a friend’s account. I checked on my friend and she hadn’t posted in about a year which I figured was really odd because I was sure I had seen posts from her lately but all of those posts were gone. When I messaged the new account she said the old one had been hacked and she created this new one so I accepted the friend request.
For a few days I didn’t hear from her so I decided to check on the new account. She was posting some really weird images that weren’t of family or friends. I recognised some of them from people I knew but they were close ups like eyeball shots, mouths, and other parts of the body. I thought it was really weird that she would blow up parts of pictures and share them. She did write horror stories in her spare time so maybe she was just practicing making scary stuff and honestly, she was doing a really good job of it. I just ignored the pictures and went on with my day.
The next day I get a message from someone I didn’t really know that said, “Hey do you know that Mandy friend of yours? Can you get her to stop duplicating my pictures? I unfriended her because I saw one of my kid’s pics on her timeline and I know all of my pics are private. I just put up another one and she somehow got access to it and did it again.”
I replied and said OK. I went to her page and I’ll tell you the pictures weren’t what I expected. These were pictures of Stan’s kids, but they were weird. They were discolored closeups of the faces–almost an ash green color with sunken in eyes like they were dead. I told her, “hey that’s not right to take someone else’s pictures of their kids and make them look dead” but she ignored me. I don’t even think she read the message and continued to manipulate new pictures of Stan’s family. Stan finally got sick of it and deleted his account but the pictures Mandy put up were still there.
Soon she moved on to someone else uploading even more illicit pictures of other people’s kids online. Some were looked dead through photo manipulation and others were really inappropriate like pictures of them sleeping or in the bath. Some pictures she had even replaced the heads or bodies of the kids with other pictures and often times in extremely inappropriate clothing or positions. I decided to report the account as a fake because this was all wrong. I unfriended her account and tried to block her but when I either tried to block or report the account then the website gave me an error which I found rather odd.
I decided to just warn a bunch of people so I blasted the account profile and told people to hide the pictures of their family members and to block and report this person if possible. That is when the other strangeness started. Now I don’t have kids so no pictures of mine were posted or exploited so I was grateful for that but this person started sending me really weird pictures of people of all ages. They looked like they had been taken as unintentional selfies. Many of the pictures were just random like a face or an eye sometimes their feet. As the day went on the pictures became more and more inappropriate. I tried to mute the messages but even after I received a confirmation of the muted account I received even more pictures. I then started getting hundreds of friend requests from the same account name.
It got even worse though. A friend wondered why I was sending her pictures of me naked in the bathroom! I told her I wasn’t and that I never take pictures of myself naked. She believed me, thank God, and I told her to report the account doing it because it obviously was a fake account pretending to be me but she said there were messages from our previous conversations. I told her that I didn’t care and to report it anyway. When she did, she got the error messages from before.
I didn’t know what else to do but call the police. When I did they said they couldn’t do anything since the person was out of state and  gave me the URL to the FBI. I submitted the information and then deleted the app from my phone. A few days later I got a call from the FBI who wanted me to confirm my account information. I tried to download the app and get back in but my password and all of my info had been changed. I told them what I could and left it at that. They said they would look into it.
About a week later I got a call from a friend really mad at me for posting pictures of her that were on her phone that she took for her husband and wondered how I even got access to them. I said my social media account had been hacked and I didn’t have any way to get into her phone and hung up. A few minutes later the cops were at my door wondering why I had posted inappropriate pictures of children on my account. I didn’t. I already told them I had come to them to file charges against whoever was using my account and they referred me to the FBI. They didn’t believe me! They said it was a close neighbor and that I could have gotten the pictures from next door. I had to go down to the station and go through all of these interrogations with my attorney that I couldn’t afford. It was total bull!
I guess finally they believed me and let me go but by then all of the neighbors had destroyed my lawn and front door. My landlord had come by to talk to me about it and gave me a 30-day notice for all of the damage that was done to the place because of me and not by me.  I had to move. I had to start over again because no one would believe me even though I was cleared. It wasn’t me.
Here is what I think. When these scammers send out a link and you click on it they send you to some website that can somehow get into your phone. I’ve never jailbreaked my phone but they were able to changed it so they could take pictures of me in the bathroom. They were able to then send those pictures to my friends and family. They got my bank account information and spent money and took out loans. They sent information about me that no one knew to my friends lists then started friending other people that I didn’t know and those people were friending my friends. Those who fell for it and clicked on the link, the same thing happened to them.
Then my credit card company sent me a message saying they were cancelling my cards because someone was using them on the dark web. I received a few confirmation calls on someone trying to start loans under my name. And then, of course, there were few pictures of me on the dark web that I didn’t know about. Someone named AnonRick contact me on my home phone and told me that if I gave him twelve thousand dollars that he could get all of my information and pictures off the dark web. Well AnonRick, I have no money left. I don’t have a decent home and I don’t even have a job now. Thanks to your buddies and social media I don’t even have a credit card or a bank account so you can go do to yourself what you did to me. You can go screw yourself. Because there is nothing else you can do to me that you haven’t done already. But I’m going to find you AnonRick. And when I do, there will be hell to pay.
I Was Abducted On the Dark Web
I wish to remain anonymous because I don’t want my family and friends to know what happened to me or my sordid past of what I was doing for a living. I’m sure everyone probably knew already because I had an income coming in but I wasn’t working outside of the house. I’m a divorced Mom of 5 kids. I know, that’s a lot of kids, but I love every one of them. My ex left me when the last baby was born. He just took off leaving me without money or even food for my babies. I had no idea he was going to do this but I guess he had some hidden life. I found out later that he was wanted by the police for narcotics and I had no idea.
I was deseperate so I started working for this company I found on a popular internet classieds website. The ad said they wanted to hire a secretary to handle mail for the company. I responded and got a call almost immediately. We did a one-way webcam interview. He said his webcam was broken, but he wanted to make sure th

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Flashback Friday | Disturbing Darknet Stories From the Darknet Horror Stories YouTube Channel

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I Shouldn't Have Clicked on that Dark Web Crypto Link!

New original dark web stories for 2022! Two terrifying stories about the dark web, social media, crypto, and abductions.

Never Click On Anonymous Links from Social Media Sites

-- A Link in My Messager Message App Ruined My Life --
A woman friends someone on her social media message app and then clicks on a link and suddenly her world is turned upside down.

-- I Was Abducted On the Dark Web --
A woman takes a job off of an online classifieds list and ends up breaking the law for criminals involved in crypto, terrorism, and human trafficking.

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I Took a Disturbing Job on the Deep Web

He accepted a job on the deep web and they paid him in crypto. The burning question is, what was his cargo?

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