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9:46PM [Short Story]9:46PM [Short Story] by Agent-Pumpkin
The numbers on my clock keep stopping.
I'm not sure why it's doing it. I thought, maybe... the clock was broken, or my laptop had frozen, or my phone was just jittering because I'd dropped it recently. But no; the time keeps freezing. See, this is different because this is usually the part in which someone tells you "it stops at the exact same time every single time, I'll bet it means something!" - I'm not going to say that. I've had random times before my time eventually stopped on its now-current numbers. They changed almost as often as regular minutes, just not consecutively.
But now, they're stuck still on the same goddamn time - and I haven't drawn a single connection as to why. I still have no reasons, still don't understand what is happening and why only I can witness it.
I'm not sure why it keeps happening - the first time it began to worry me was when I was out walking. See, my mother is keen to let me walk around and the streets are quiet by
The Bathroom Frightens Me [Original Creepypasta]The Bathroom Frightens Me [Original Creepypasta] by Agent-Pumpkin
I have a terrible phobia of bathrooms.
I know the main characteristic of a phobia is that it’s irrational, but even from a logical state of mind, I couldn’t tell you why I fear them. They just... creep me out. Make me feel enclosed and dirty, even though it’s the place in which most people get clean. I know it doesn’t make sense. I know it’s on the weird scale of things (because after all, we’ve heard of tight spaces and heights and the dark, but when has the bathroom been mentioned in normalcy?) and I know I’m kind of a freak for having such a fear... but it’s there, and it’s as strong as anybody else’s.
I’m always doing things to avoid going in there: holding off from going to the bathroom as long as physically possible, showering as infrequently as possible without being dirty- and of course, I wash and jump out within about ten minutes. Additionally, I have to change everything. The towels. The bath mat. And I scrub
Don't Turn On the Light [Original Creepypasta!]Don't Turn On the Light [Original Creepypasta!] by Agent-Pumpkin
In the world of the living, I am never safe.
I can never be safe again. I have failed so many people, and am still no closer to an answer for all that has transpired. I’m feeling sick with worry - and for good reason. I’m trapped like a rat, and all because of my poor decision-making. Still, being stuck in the closet is better than being ripped to shreds and being made to suffer. I would rather die in here, than out there with that thing.
I suppose it’ll all be over soon. I cannot remain here. So here is my story - I hope you will heed it, because I, quite level-headed and optimistic in what feels like another life, knew no better than to simply push on with my life and attempt to ignore it. If you witness anything like this, you must flee. You must throw yourself into darkness. You must, resist the natural human urge...
... to flip the light on.
Before I begin properly, I must remind you that this is merely the description of one unfortun
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