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ChristmastideThe cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.
Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!
Candy Apple Punch
6 cups cranberry-apple drink
3 cups water
15 hard cinnamon candies
1 (6-ounce) can thawed limeade concentrate, undiluted
Combine all the ingredients in a large pitcher. Cover and chill 8 hours or until candies are dissolved. Pour mixture into a large Dutch oven, and cook over medium heat until thoroughly heated
The Creepypast Survival Guide1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.
2.Actually mirrors are a general "NO", In creepypasta world, there is nothing more sinister.
3.There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.
4.If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.
5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.
6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interests to politely decline.
7.Killing is the last method of survival, use it sparingly but without fear.
8.WHO WAS PHONE? is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead person's sexy daughter. A douche is who.
9.Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 silver bullets. If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation,
CreepyPasta- Two years agoYou've been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.
Every night, you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house, but you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night, you peek into your sister's room and see she's fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father's snore as you pass your parents' door.
You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally, one morning, you decide to tell your mother about your late-night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her, a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says,
"Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago."
You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead.
Lost Episode - Boss RossBefore Bob Ross had a career television show, he shot his own home videos from his basement. This was even before he was in the Air Force. His brother, Jim Ross, recovered most of the tapes from Bob's ex-wife's home in 1995 before the fire that burned it down. There was one particular home video that disturbed him greatly, which he describes in the following text.
Most of Bob's tapes were almost generally the same as The Joy of Painting. They were fun to watch as this was an earlier version of his work and he had more of a cartoonish style back then.
I remember the last tape I watched. The video was labeled 'Joy of Painting' so I assumed that's where the title for his show came from. The tape started the same, typical way you'd see on the real show. He was smiling in his basement with a blank canvas and a cart of paints, ready to spill his imagination and make it come to life.
I noticed most of the paints on his palette were of dark reds and blacks; there were no blues, yellows, or any
CreepyPasta- One of ThemAny night, around ten or eleven PM, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second - no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word, "One," out loud and stop.
Your breath will catch in your throat and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again - however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold, metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hur
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more ca
(Creepypasta) The Diver
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering what I am talking about so, I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Eclipse Part 6
I woke up to the sound of rapid tapping on my window. I lifted my head to see Zach smiling in at me. I yawned and lept out of bed, stretching on my way to the window. I unlocked it and pushed the window upwards and locked it again as it was up.
"What are you doing here at," I glanced at my alarm clock, " 3:30 in the morning? Are you even human?" Zach laughed and gave me one of his smiles that made my heart melt every time he smiled at me. He grabbed his backpack and unzipped a small compartment on the side.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That's for you to decide." He pulled out a small bag and shook it gently. My ears perked up at the sound of something small rattling around the bottom. Zach bowed his head and handed me the bag, smiling. "For the lady."
"You are always getting me presents," I cooed while opening the bag. Zach leaned over and likes my cheek, his smile growing. I could have swore I saw something flash in his eyes.
"I want to spoil you before I am deported. Unless you want m
Dat Ass ~Stridercest~You are now Dave Strider and you are getting tired of your brothers pranks with those damn puppets.
What's wrong with him anyways? This is the 6th time today that he has pelted you with puppet ass. You look around for any signs of your brother before making a mad dash to your room. You run out of the kitchen up the stairs, only to be drowned in fine fluffy rumps.
"Damn!" You thought. "How much smuppet ass can he possibly own?" You turn around seeing your grinning brother snapping a photo of you covered in the damn things like he does everytime. "What the hell is your problem Bro! You have been doing this all day! Don't think just cause your older doesn't mean I won't strife with you cause I swear I will kick your ass this time!" You pull out your katana.
"Dave. Calm you hotter-than-the-sun, ass down. I won't strife with you man. Even little Cal can kick your ass so why should I? If your so bothered by it why didn't you say so?
reality (pt 2)
it was all the same. every day i wasted in a white room, sketching and writing. i didn't speak to anyone, the nurse's sometimes sunk pills into my water so i would take them. i never drank it, i couldn't. if i had i would lose the only thing that would even think of me as human. as a real thing. my sanity was lost, and torn apart, there was no hope for retrieving it. killing my only friend would only make me kill others, or end my own life. he was the only thing that had been with me my whole life, and never let me down. everything i did was part of his plan, i didn't question it though. i never did. he was the only thing i could trust.
a nurse walked in. i could tell she stopped before entering and slipped another drug in my water. there was no clicking sound when she entered.
"good morning joshua, how are you?" she asked with a fake smile and tone of voice, setting "food" down on the t
A Storm Rising“You call this a zoo?” A young woman with long red hair in a bun with glasses shouted from the crowd while pushing her eye glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Alexis sighed in disappointment with her hand on her hip and heckled the zoo keeper guide. She heard about a large reptile exhibit that just opened and was anxious to see all the endangered species. The house was surrounded by a large golden dome from above. The trapped sun light radiated on the animals below to provide a cheap source of light and heat. The crowd of school children and elderly stood in awe with the new center.
The tour guide let out a small sigh and continued on with the tour, her blue eyes moving from the heckler back to the rest of the group. 'It's always my groups that get these irritations isn't it?' Chelsea thought to herself as she kept up her smile for the group and did her best to continue on with the tour. Gesturing to the largest display, she continued where she
betrayal leads to terrible endings :P
"sarah, come with me" vivian said, she grabbed sarah's arm and pulled sarah into the girls restroom. "what about soo ting?" sarah asked, "she's going to stay out there til im finished with you" vivian replied. all 3 girls were wearing a blue and white tank-top that was short and they all wore blue miniskirts with black boots. there bare belly's were all exposed and visible. vivian grabbed both of sarah's arms and forced them to her sides, "what the hell are you doing?" sarah asked. "im going to eat you, you look so tasty!" vivian exclaimed.
she shoved sarah's head into her mouth before sarah could even react. sarah's screams became muffled. sarah fought back as hard as she could but vivian had a strong grip on her, she slowly swallowed sarahs breast and shoulders. "MMMPHHHH NOMF!!! IM NOTF FOODF!" sarah screamed through a face full of saliva. vivian took another gulp, sarahs tasty bare stomach slowly entered her mouth. vivian sucked on sarahs bare belly for a few moments, coating it wi
Fact and FancyHow dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,
And wreck the solace of the poet's mood!
Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art,
Rejects the language of the glowing heart;
Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;
Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause;
Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review,
And sneers because his fables are untrue!
In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast
The grateful legends of the storied past;
Whose tongue in censure flays th' embellish'd page,
And scorns the comforts of a dreary age:
Wouldst strip the foliage from the vital bough
Till all men grow as wisely dull as thou?
Happy the man whose fresh, untainted eye
Discerns a Pantheon in the spangled sky;
Finds sylphs and dryads in the waving trees,
And spies soft Notus in the southern breeze
For whom the stream a cheering carol s
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