Reddit Collection (Fresh-Short #9) - DeYtH Banger (best smutty novels .txt) 📗
- Author: DeYtH Banger
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See, I work at this gas station in Duncanville from 8 pm to 3 am. I work the register, keep the place clean, and take out the trash. When I was bringing the trash bags over to the back of the building for the dude in the morning to take care of, I heard what I had assumed to be some junkie kicking around in the dumpster. I yelled at whoever it was a couple of times to get the hell out before I called the cops. But as I walked towards the source of the noise. I suddenly heard those same footsteps. That soft thump-thump. Hooves or feet, or whatever the hell they were. I turned right around and went back into the store and hid behind the counter. I look over at the outside security monitor and see some kind of movement from just off screen, something huge casting a shadow and moving. I caught a glimpse of…I don’t know, an elbow or something. A pale limb, darting in and out of view. It had to have been the same thing. I waited for it to leave, and after a while, it did. I woke up behind the counter at 1 am this morning. I was in complete fear of the creature that was pursuing me. But it was gone now, and now I had nothing to fear. At least for the moment.
That was when I heard the cry. The cry of a child. Then there was scratching at the back door. I ran back and made sure that the door was locked, which it was. Thankfully, the back door had no window on it, so I didn’t have to see what was there. I went back to the register and looked at the security cameras. A young boy, around the age of 6, was scratching on the door. His head leaned at a strange angle, and some of his flesh had fallen off. But what was even more disturbing about it was that he seemed to be growing extra limbs. And a strange pointed one was starting to jut from his back, right between the shoulder blades… I continued to cower behind the register until I fell asleep again.
I woke up this morning to my boss flipping out because I was asleep on his floor. He was probably thinking I was a drug addict or something. I took the whole week off to stay at home, waiting for the creature to come back. Every so often, it does. I sit and I wait for that creature to finally have me. I have photocopied this letter and mailed it to all the people that I hold dear. You may find me dead one day, if you don’t find a way to help me first. The power has been out at my house for a while, and the phones don’t work. I’m going to go outside for the first time in a long time to mail these. Hopefully, it isn’t waiting. I hear it now, and I may have just heard a window break. Maybe I won’t get this out for a while until it’s gone. Or maybe not at all, depending on whether or not the shadow looming over me is my imagination. Thump, thump.
Credit To: Kyle
Fallout 3 Citadel: Crucified Knights (Video Game Creepypasta)by DRK
Most people know the glitch to access the Citadel early in the game, but I found something rather intriguing this time. I had always experiences odd happenings while activating this glitch, but nothing like this.
As usual, I went to the top of the rubble pile. I fell through and made my trek through the empty space to the Citadel entrance to get into the building. I noticed from a distance three large poles sticking up from the ground, but couldn't see them well enough until I got closer. I got closer to find 3 crosses.
If you've ever played Fallout: New Vegas, you'll know what I'm talking about. They were similar to the crosses used by Caesar's legion, but clearly the work of raiders instead of a more organized group like the legion. The crosses were covered in gore and blood, organs hanging all over them. There were three people crucified: Elder Lyons, Star Paladin Cross, and Sarah Lyons. They were still alive but barely.
I first talked to Sarah, I wrote down what she said.
"What the hell have you done? You brought them right to us! It was a slaughter! The knights, the scribes, the initiates... all dead. You son of a bitch." Then she coughed up some blood and died.
Then I went to Star Paladin Cross.
"I can't believe you... working with raiders? Why? We were going to fix the wasteland... don't you remember what your father did for you? He was trying to help you... help us. And you do this? Say goodbye to any hopes of civilization in this hell." She did the same animation as Sarah and died.
Finally I went to Lyons... this was the worst.
"James loved you. He abandoned all his work for you. He took you to the vault because you would be safer. I guess he didn't realize that in the end, the wasteland was the one made safer with you in the vault. There's nothing stopping the raiders from destroying the entire capital wasteland now... I hope you're happy." Instead of the death animation of the other two, his head exploded. It cut back to first person where three raiders attacked. Their health wouldn't go down, and the just fired away at my body, blowing away my limbs.
A cutscene followed. It showed raiders breaking into Megaton first, with shots of the Sheriff, Moira, Walter, Billy, Jericho, and Moriarty being slaughtered followed by an aerial view of the town blowing up.
Then it showed Tenpenny Tower. Raiders charged the doors, ran in and a violent scene ensued of all the residents being hacked to pieces with Chinese swords.
Big Town was flooded with raiders. The buildings were on fire and the women were being raped.
Underworld was cleared out with flamethrowers.
Rivet City was crawling with raiders swimming up to the hull and climbing over the edges, cutting everyone apart and shooting their dead bodies.
It faded to black. The narrator's voice came across saying the old phrase, "War... War never changes..." It took me back to the main menu. When I went to load my game, it started back over at the birth scene. The vault dweller was being born, but the conversation was slightly different. Instead of James asking whether it was a boy or a girl, this conversation occurred.
James: Kill it.
Doctor: What? What the hell is wrong with you, James?
James: I said kill it! It's gonna be the death of us all!
Doctor: Get James out of here!
James then grabs a scalpel and stabbed the baby to death, the screen slowly going dark.
I turned the game off and on again, but all my saves were gone. It played normally after that... I have no idea what it was that triggered this, but it was terrifying to say the least.
by RAGE-RAGE-RAGE
At the beginning of this year I moved out of home for the first time. The apartment was small but clean, and well furnished with everything a student could want. The morning commute was long, but the low rent and apparent safeness of the neighborhood more than made up for the extra time it took to get to uni.
My apartment was situated in a large, four story town house that had been sectioned into eight individual flats.Why they took me on as a tenant I never understood, as all of the other inhabitants were considerably older. I didn’t dwell on that though. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
My neighbor was a woman called Ethel. She was a widow who had lost her husband in some sort of industrial accident almost twenty years prior. She was lonely, and compensated with cats. Not one or two mind, she must have had at least thirty. I didn’t care . I am- well to be honest I was a cat person. They were always well fed and groomed, and friendly. Now that I think about it, almost oddly so. Cats, in general, are meant to be stand offish creatures. One moment you have their love and affection, the next they’ve torn up the side of your face for no apparent reason. These cats however, were never like that. Someone once told me to never trust a smiling cat. (Is that an alice in wonderland reference? I’m not sure) Anyway. Ethel was lovely. I wasn’t home much, but whenever I was she’d call and invite me to tea.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Older woman who can’t move around so well, large amount of pets, her apartment= obvious pigsty. On the contrary. It was clean. Clean as a shiny new pin. Almost too clean. I always assumed she must have had a cleaner in a few times a week, with that many cats, vacuuming must have been hell.
She would babble on about Henry or something she’d done when she was “young and spry” and I’d entertain various cats, more interested in them than I was in her.
Then I stopped hearing from her. I assumed she’d lost interest in me, but then the stench began. I thought one of the cats must have died somewhere out of sight, and called the landlord. However upon further inspection, the smell seemed to be coming from Ethel's apartment. I immediately thought the worst. I think we both knew she was dead.
The landlord used his spare to open the door, and what I saw in that room will haunt me forever. There were cats everywhere. On the floor, on the sofa, on the table, on top of the television, on plant pots, on her bookshelf and the windowsill. That in itself wasn’t odd. She was a cat lady, of course they would be
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