EdgeTheFallen

Tom crumpled up the picture he held in his hands. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer. It was the last picture he had drawn before his 7th birthday party. He remembered the gruesome details all too well. The dark room, the bad touches, his uncle bursting down his door, his mother killing him, and finally killing herself. He had tried so hard for many years to drown out the memories. He tried to write stories. It started with creepypastas like mario and sonic fan stories. Unfortunately, this did not help. He began to go mad, writing stories about his decent into madness, his morality towards sanity, his victims he locked in the basement,

John blinked. He wasn't exactly sure where he was but it felt familiar. He slowly began to stand when he heard the faint sound of the music in the distance. He surveyed his surroundings: a boarded up window, a smashed TV, a locked toy chest, toys scattered across the room, and a single door. John approached the door and reached for the handle. Everything in his mind told him not to open the door, but he felt he must. He opened the door to a long, dark hallway. The music echoed in the darkness, ringing more clearly as John ventured down the hall. John stopped at a doorway, the music playing softly inside the room beyond. John went to the sourc

"Why would you do this to me?" Rachel stood still, looking down at the grave before her. The name "Trent Marks" was engraved in the stone. "I know the other kids were terrible, but I was your friend. So why would you leave me?" She fell to her knees, not capable of holding the tears back anymore. Trent had always been a shy, timid boy with a sweet heart. He was always picked on for his social anxiety, and had trouble making friends. When Rachel came along, he had found his one true friend. However, the bullying got progressively worse, escalating all the way to him being stabbed outside the school by another student. His father neither treate

Do you see it? The silhouette of the shadow on the tree, swinging back and forth, hanging there lifeless. Do you see the eyes? The dark and hollow emptiness, the feeling of hopelessness dried in tears on it's face. Do you feel your heart sink? This corpse was once a person just like you, who could not bear the thought of going on. Do you know why? It's life had to end, death was the only sweet release from this everlasting hell. Do you understand now? Your lifeless body hangs here, swinging back and forth, hanging there lifeless.

 There it is again. That thumping sound. This is the third time I've heard it tonight. Usually i ignore the bumps in the night, but this time was different. Instead of just the usual sound, this one was accompanied by the crash of something glass breaking shortly after. I got up from my bed quietly, and hastily went for my shotgun. I creep down the stairs, with my gun at the ready. About halfway down I hear another thump and crash coming from the kitchen. I head toward the direction of the sound and stop at the doorway. I cautiously peer into the kitchen and look around. The kitchen is empty. From behind my cellar door I hear the thump ringin