SamanBrosefineIzzle

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No movement, but the rise and fall of your chest. No sound but my voice, and the slow tap... tap... tap... of dripping blood. Empty. A place once teeming with life is now nothing more than a mountain. But, in the end, isn't that what you wanted? Aren't you satisfied? No. You're missing something aren't you. You were enjoying death until there was nothing left to die. I bet you don't even know the names of the people you killed. I bet you forgot what they looked like. It doesn't matter who they are or what they did to help you. You just don't care. All you want is power, but there is no more reason to be powerful.

Lately I have obtained an obsession over creepypastas. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's the creepy part. Maybe it's the suspense. But there's something about them that always brings me back. I also really like the way the stories go. All of my favorite creepypastas start out boring, get sort of creepy towards the middle, and the very last sentence is the most terrifying clifhanger that leaves me staring at the computer for two whole minutes! So far my two favorite creepypastas are Jeff The Killer and Caledon Local 21. I'm still not sure if that one's real or not. Although, there are some stories that seem like they go on forever and don't