At first, you take them as a joke, a cheap thrill to get the blood pumping late at night before trotting off to your safe,warm beds. Then it happens, on your fifth or maybe even sixth story you read or listen to on Youtube, you hear something, a soft whisper maybe? You'll shrug it off blaming it on a T.V in the other room or one of your family members talking. That night in bed you're exhausted from a Creepy Pasta binge and snuggle in your blankets ready to drift off, when you see something, nothing more than a faint shadow in the dark but you brush it off, it's just an action figure or a stuffed animal you tell yourself. After a couple weeks you're a seasoned pro now, you've even begun to critique or choose your favorite Creepy Pastas and you've found other people around you that enjoy the stories as well.
You try to ignore it now but it's still there, that aching paranoia that around every corner, behind every door there's something waiting, you begin to believe someone, or
C.O.M short: Meeting of MisfortuneChildren of Misfortune short: Meeting of Misfortune
Kiler plodded slowly down the sidewalk, his once long beautiful fur now a tangled mess of leaves and what other debris managed to find purchase in his locks. He was afraid, and for the first time in his life he found his stomach rumbling and no human to rush food to him at the sound of his whimpering. The young capo had awoken that morning in a drainage ditch smelling of feces and various beverages that had been thrown carelessly away. Never in his life had he smelled so terrible or had so much dirt coating him. He hated it, only due to the fact the true nature of his dilemma hadn't struck the young capo's mind. Only a two days ago he had been laying on his plush hand monogrammed cushion beside his owner as his beautiful fur was being brushed and lightly perfumed, now his fur reeked and it hurt his sensitive nose just imagining the things he had just slept in the night before.
The explosions had scared him so badly he had torn loose f