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Alright so there's this couple that can't have a kid. Long story short they end up having this demon kid, but he's not like a real kid. Then one day they have to kill it, and they are sitting there in prison thinking "we should have just adopted or got divorced."
That's all I got so I probably end it there.

I been looking for this picture for weeks, thank you OP, you're a cool faggot.

This is literally Stephen King caliber.
It's crazy how easy these boomer writers had it.

Fuck...

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>Borrasca
there's a NoSleep post titled Borrasca that's actually complete garbage
speaking of NoSleep, despite being Reddit, they're actually generally less Reddit than most creepypasta I've read. try out "Penpal" and "Spire in the Woods", those are the big two that immediately come to mind

I don't know about you guys, but creepypastas make me very horny. Reply to this post with stories about sexy monster girls, and so on.

But the kid is really autistic.
He draws perfect demonic ritual symbols
and is good at math
so they try to get him into advanced trig at the age of 5
and he ends up solving a problem using the symbology he knows from being a demon child
the equation is then used to help solve the sky elevator problem
and humanity is finally able to consistently use space travel
but the child starts solving his maths wrong
and all the maths around him is changed into that maths
and physics takes a wrong turn anywhere near the child
and they realize they have to kill him
but they don't know how
so they go to a physicist
who suggests they lul him into a false sense of security
and suffocate him with neil degrasi tyson's tie
but after they do it the physicist notifies the police and arrest them
the jury at trial doesn't give them death because they are the parents of the child that solved the space problem
but they pick a punishment that suits the crime
they put them on the newly completed moon prison
the only other prisoner there is a radical terrorist leader that stole a nuke and blew up Jerusalem
the terrorist atempts and escape and murders the guards
but as he tries to steal the one escape pod ship
the automatic security AI detects an issue and destroys it while he is in it
they married couple are then forever stranded on the space prison as the damage done by the explosion would cost too much to repair to be financially viable

reddit is a shit-tier site but one of my favorite creepy anecdotal stories comes from there, called The Smiling Man

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.

Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

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I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the fuck do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

user post that shit

Oh he did, thanks user

it's disgusting alright

Does anyone remember this creepypasta about a home invasion on this elderly couple and one of the intruders was wearing a president's mask and the other was filming the whole thing? Near the end the intruder with the president's mask says "I've been a bad piggy". Does anyone know the story i'm talking about and know what it's called?

Spire in the woods wasn't that good, the ending blew it
NIGGGGGEEERRERRRRR

better than fucking Borrasca