Now! I listened to it, squirming with an antsy disgust. It was quaint, cheap, and had enough space that I could fit a bed if I really crammed … Beautiful Read More » the creepypasta comic is available now! The Slender Man is a being (male in appearance) who looks like a man with extremely long, slender arms and legs. Several of the boards were wound tight with duct tape, holding them together. I remember taking the rusted key from my broad-shouldered, heavy bearded landlord, and oddly enough, I couldn’t keep the sting of cold electricity from running up my spine. Eventually, she watched me too. Okay, I've been waiting to share this with someone, anyone at all for a couple of months, and since I've discovered this site I just couldn't let the opportunity slip by. And I ran into the bathroom and grabbed her. It's quiet in the dark, damp basement. I grabbed the eyelids. It was originally titled "Recently, I had to hurt my wife in response to her hurting herself." Apr 18, 2014 - Explore Jeff_the_killer's Girl's board "Creepypasta Comics", followed by 147 people on Pinterest. “I can’t take it anymore!” She screamed, “My god, my horrible fucking eyes! Copyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on Creepypasta.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed under any circumstance. Finally, it seemed like I found someone who didn’t creep me out, though the good feelings didn’t last long. It was quaint, cheap, and had enough space that I could fit a bed if I really crammed the mattress against the wall. Unfortunately, she never considered much of what I thought. She’d have to see the, “horrid monster,” looking back at her. Like before, I pressed it back against her eye and pressed the stapler into it, and just like before her body cringed and shook. “Honey?” I questioned, “Are you okay? She slowly turned her head to look at me with those dead eyes and smiled. 273 by Chibi-Works I’m not superstitious, but I’d be a liar if I said that it didn’t frighten me. Imagining her along side me gives me oh so much inspiration. One thing I do remember from my experience happened as I went to leave the apartment and my creepy neighbor for good. I couldn’t stop here, I was so close to fixing my wife’s haunting gaze. I never saw it, I loved her eyes; they attracted me to her when we first met. I’d try to ignore her but she’d always creep through the house to find me; her eyes were red as a devil. I’ll still remember those days where we talked about taking all the mirrors in the house down; it’s a miracle we didn’t. I packed my bags, and left as soon as I could. I walk past the bathroom she’s in a couple times a day and ask if she’s alright but she never answers. A lot of the way I draw came from this comic, it was my first big digital project and while it has its flaws, I still can't be happier that I did it. As I slid the key into the lock, the brown rust specked off onto my hand, and I sneered in disgust, pulling back to brush it off. All I knew was that I had to get away from it; the blinding monitors, the overwhelming stench of mold, the sticky keyboard…. I didn’t know if I was going to vomit or pass out, but I refused to do either until that clicking was gone. She is so beautiful. During the day that is. Part two is finally out! See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, jeff the killer. Jul 25, 2015 - Explore X fallen.hearts X's board "Funny creepypasta comics" on Pinterest. Whatever I’d tell her in whatever way I could think of wouldn’t get through to her. But sometimes we'd take the comics home, and if we had an idea, … That couldn’t do, Jesus Christ it could never do. All I could do is stand there and watch. My dreams of escaping from her pessimism mutated into nightmares where her very being absorbed me. I even told her she was beautiful, I forced myself to mean it. I told my wife every day, “You’re beautiful, you look amazing, you’re breathtaking,” but she never believed me. On a wall, wasn’t just a small laptop, but several monstrous monitors that spread across it, there were nine of them, all neatly lined up to surround a single, decrepit swivel chair placed by a desk, with a keyboard. When I went to check up on her, the scissors were just reaching her eyes. She’s so gorgeous now. This is a post found on the subreddit /r/NoSleep, made by TheMirrorMaker. “I’m fucking hideous,” she’d say to me, “why are you even with me? . Hey guys! Discover (and save!) There are milestones in your life that you never forget, and renting your first apartment is one of them. It must have been some symbolic suicide. Nov 21, 2015 - imao ----- Comic's Folder: ghostfacenikol.deviantart.com/… : previous Page -Next Page: ----- Join Comic's Fanclub! Apparently, they never found the creep, he escaped before I could get into his apartment. That usually NEVER happens when you have assigned seats. Read Creepypasta Comics! In the darkness, all I could see was the white lights of my digital clock, and the single red eye of the smoke detector perched on the ceiling. This video is unavailable. I grabbed a stapler. ~ Your Neighbor Downstairs. Through it all, I never interfered. Hey guys! Going to the door of my neighbor, I was inches from the door handle, when I heard the sound of breaking glass and a scream of pain. Apr 18, 2020 - Chibi 118 48 Beautiful I Eat Pasta for Breakfast Pg 118 by Chibi Worksviantart One day, we decided to create a book of comics, where Vincent would come up with the ideas, and I'd draw them. Whole new world - Part 79 Konkrow 3 7 BloodyPainter story Comic-Pag.32(END) DeluCat 508 172 BloodyPainter story Comic-Pag.31 DeluCat 247 26 BloodyPainter story Comic-Pag.30 DeluCat 274 62 BloodyPainter story Comic-Pag.29 DeluCat 220 61 BloodyPainter story Comic-Pag.28 DeluCat 209 36. For her to see herself in a mirror was the worst thing of all. I knew her shock and suffering would be replaced with rage towards me. When her attention was fully in the mirror, I moved. I'm sitting on the couch, a tattered, ugly green object that has been lost to time. Jun 10, 2016 - First answer to my new addition on Tumblr; an ask-Puppeteer blog! It was solid wood with a faded brass mailbox, though one thing that caught my eye was a post-it stuck right at my eye-level to welcome me to the building. It was driving me crazy, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I reached over, my mind forgetting any weariness it was suffering before, as I touched one of the keys. Written in maniac scrawl were song lyrics that still keep me from listening to the radio. __ DISCLAIMER I do not own any content in this video. By the way, I take an eternity to update, so if you ever think I abandon this I didn't, I'm just being lazy. Eventually I sort of stopped trying. No crookedness was visible whatsoever. I really can’t understand why no one would want to rent it.” He answered, a frown of confusion lining his features. Maybe I’d become numb too. I held the second eyelid to her face and pierced a staple into that one too. With each step, I felt my heart pounding, but the antsy feeling began to consume me. golden-puppetry.tumblr.com/ Sally Kiki-Hyuga Friends and all that comes with. I knew the sound of typing keys, and sometimes I’d see the blue glow coming from his window when I came back late at night. Everything that happened for the rest of that night happened in a blur of panic. I'll update every Saturday. What can I say about mine? I’m not fucking stupid, I know how I look!”. I dream of her every night. The computers seemed to be their only source of light, and I tore my eyes away from them as soon as I could manage it. buy on kindle The same song looped itself over and over, each time the guitar began with its cheerful chords frightened me further. I can’t remember if she responded or what she said if she did, but I remember hearing that metal zing from the kitchen. I don’t think we talked for a while during that time. I think I truly love her again. I had my bags thrown over my shoulder, weighing me down to exhaustion, when I saw a small square stuck to the inside of my door, staring me in the face just daring me to leave. The god damn dirt under your shoes is more appealing than I am.”. “I’m beautiful baby. Against her will, I pressed her first eyelid back against her face and hit the staple against her head. With a forced crack of old wood, I saw the inside. Or whenever I have finished a comic. Even the slightest bit of weight caused them bend precariously, giving an aching squeak. My hatred of her began to grow and challenge her hatred of herself. She looked absolutely stunning and way out of my league, but I figured I might as well try. Taking the small piece of paper, I stuffed it in my pocket, before reaching for my key. Everything was dead, and I felt around blindly for a light switch, only to find that there was none. I had to stop that clicking. My friend, Vincent and I both love to write comics. The walls are covered in dancing lights, wonderful hues of blue and white. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta characters, jeff the killer. The bullies later attack Jeff again at a party, and Jeff kills one of them… Here, I have funny, cute, sad, happy, and weird comics of Creepypasta! My stomach turns just thinking about it, now, to be honest. The television is on, the sound down low as to not wake anyone. The song that had been looping in the monster’s bedroom that night gave me one more challenge, before I opened the door, never to look back. Bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen, front door… they were all there, and I began shaking, looking around for any sign of the neighbor, I’ve never met. “It’s a nice room. Here is the original read. I hope you find the apartment to your liking. She pulled her eye-lid out and placed the scissors around it, clutching her fingers together to slit the first lid off. Watch Queue Queue. Welcome! She is. Don’t you think so?”. Giving a sigh, I could only stuff my hands into my pockets, crinkling the post-it, before setting down my bag. I ran as fast as I could towards the door, nearly tripping over pizza boxes and carelessly discarded books. Apparently, there was one other person living in the building below me, though my landlord never remembered seeing them. She’d stick herself in the bathroom for hours, trying to get her make-up just right, crippling into tears and screams whenever she’d fail. What was going through her mind, what was she thinking? My god!”, She went right passed me into the kitchen and forced several of the cabinets open. Advertisements Estimated reading time — 5 minutes There are milestones in your life that you never forget, and renting your first apartment is one of them. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, jeff the killer. For those horrible creatures that are not beings, nor cryptids, nor hellish demons. Journal Date: 5/13/13 Mood: Freaked! I can't help thinking about her. Every day in the morning, she’d rush into the bathroom and put her make-up on. I’m not really sure how to properly start these types of stories, but, I’m going to try to get to the point as fast as possible. Is she just gonna lay there forever being upset? Eventually I got it off and my wife jolted a bit. The possibility of some peace. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. May 12, 2015 - DeviantArt is the world's largest online social community for artists and art enthusiasts, allowing people to connect through the creation and sharing of art. When I was about sixteen years old, I started talking to a girl in school, called Katie. Mar 20, 2018 - Explore Olivia Grace's board "Creepypasta", followed by 152 people on Pinterest. It was dark, and I could barely see anything, though the notes of a song I couldn’t name reached my ears. She was in the bathroom like usual, trying to get her make-up to match some super model, or at least someone who wasn’t her. Jeff was a 13-year-old who moved to a new neighborhood with his brother Liu and their parents. Day: Monday. If only you saw what I can see, You’ll understand why I want you so desperately. I didn’t really expect us to ever speak again after that and so far I’ve been right. Granted, the clicking had stopped, but the music continued to play, coming from the bedroom. He also appears to have 4 to 8 long, black tentacles that protrude from his back, though different photographs and enthusiasts disagree on this fact, and therefore it is theorized he can 'contract' these tentacles at will.He is described as wearing a black suit strikingly similar to the visage of th… The force of me rushing in there crippled her balance, tossing her to the floor. I should’ve left there; just let it go and walked away, but I didn’t. I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – The Woman, Every night I’m stopped at a roadblock that shouldn’t exist, If You’re Armed and at the Glenmont Metro, Please Shoot Me, My Father Punished Me When I Talked to Ghosts. Eyelashes brushed off as I rolled it between my thumb and middle finger. Sep 17, 2020 - Explore Molly Ashmore's board "creepypasta" on Pinterest. Most of it was applied to her eye-lids; she’d tell me constantly how she couldn’t stand how drooped they were. It was originally titled "Recently, I had to hurt my wife in response to her hurting herself." I’m beautiful. Making my way up the stairs, I glanced between the cracks of each step to see the pebbled sidewalk below. You’d think she was trying to cover up the imperfections on her face, but I doubted it. There wasn’t anything I could do to remedy her sense of ugliness besides try again and again to remind her how attractive she really was. I recoiled quickly, finding it newly sticky, and I felt my stomach pushing towards further nausea, but within seconds, the monitors lit up bright, leaving me temporarily blinded and blinking back spots. Aug 16, 2019 - i eat pasta for breakfast pg. Comedy, available online for free. What remained was this terrible witch of a woman, staring at me with her bloodshot eyes and a crooked smile. I’m currently writing this on one of the computers in the … You Can’t Trust Everyone Read More » I told my wife every day, “You’re beautiful, you look amazing, you’re breathtaking,” but she never believed me. I tried to think nothing of it, but the feeling only began to get worse. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepy stories, scary stories. Don’t you think so?”. Sin's POV. Jul 13, 2014 - Explore Psychopath's board "Creepypasta Comics" on Pinterest. But I knew she’d never quite get it, her self-hatred wouldn’t allow her to think she looked even remotely okay. My name is Katherine Mallory. It had a bedroom, a bathroom the size of a broom closet, a living area with a window that only showed the bricks of the building next door, and a filthy kitchen, complete with overflowing ant traps. She died. It was useless. My comments that she was beautiful and that everything would be alright stopped happening; I must have stopped believing them myself. The blade filled with tears and blood that crept down her fingers. Through my hazy mind, I threw the door open and made my way into the apartment. She was trying to look like a different person, trying to remove the old her. “I’m beautiful baby.” She’d always say, “don’t you think so?” I never said anything, I couldn’t, but I know why she’d suddenly found such beauty in herself. I’d lie in my bed, pull my covers up to my chin and get the most anxious chills. Whatever the reason, nothing would stop her from putting that make-up on. Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe, You don’t know, You don’t know you’re beautiful. Digital comics on WEBTOON, For all you who love Creepypasta and comedy. Some part of my mind must have told me this would happen; not this exact thing, but something horrible. I hope you enjoy the comics ^.^ I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE COMICS! It’s been a few weeks since this has all happened and she hasn’t even greeted me. See, I’m kind of on a timer here. Hope you enjoy! The Beautiful Girl. However, eventually my wife stormed into the room completely lost in a panic. November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. Maybe she pierced a thicker vein or something but I swear half of her face became drenched in red. Thanks so much for watching, I'm having so much fun working on this project! Instead of feeling comforted by my words of encouragement, she reacted with rage. Here is the original read. Yellow tiles lined the floor, and a white, cracked ceiling was above me. However, that night, something about it made me nauseous. Okay, so you're probably gonna think I'm wacked, but I'm sitting in a class full of freaks! The next few days were hard. This time, the staple sank into the eye itself, but the lid looked perfect. What I found has burned itself into my mind, and I’ll never forget it. I told myself that if they’d become part of her again, maybe I’d get some peace. This is a post found on the subreddit /r/NoSleep, made by TheMirrorMaker. One night, as I lay in bed with insomnia’s cloudiness filling my head, I heard noises from beneath my bed. The apartment had already been paid for, and I couldn’t back out then… or rather I refused to, being the stubborn pain in the neck I grew up to be. I’m a police detective with the Chicago PD’s Criminal Intelligence Unit, the CIU. Utensils smashed onto the ground so loudly that I broke myself free from my own dismissal of her insanity. All copyrights go to the rightful owners. I don’t know what happened to make her so self-loathing, but I know I hated seeing her like that. Creepypasta Wiki is a FANDOM Lifestyle Community. The lid felt so… wet. I saw the familiar blue glow coming from one of the rooms, and I followed it like a moth to a flame. She couldn’t fight me off, as wildly as she tried; I was stronger than her. I don’t know. On their first day of school, they were accosted by 3 bullies named Randy, Keith & Troy, who Jeff brutally beat up after they threatened them with knives. Share your thoughts, experiences and the tales behind the art. My wife, that poor woman, what happened to her. Liu took the blame for it and was arrested, sending Jeff into a deep depression. She didn’t respond. “Don’t you think I’m beautiful baby? It wasn’t the glorious, romantic idea of moving out, but I could afford it, and that’s what really mattered. At night, my apartment was always a different story. Watch Queue Queue She had a way to cope, to give herself a chance to look at her reflection and not feel completely disgusted. buy hardcover. I was used to it, often-hearing music, or the sound of clicking, as my downstairs neighbor used his computer at every hour of the day. I remember giving a shrug, thanking him politely, and scooting my way out the door. I opened the door. I simply sat in the living room trying to ignore it; the tv was on, it was some news show. We never picked them up, her eyelids, still soaking in that bloody mess on the kitchen floor. She’d run around in hysteria about her appearance, throwing things around and occasionally falling to the floor in emotional defeat. Sometimes I’d be paralyzed with fear, never understanding why. See more ideas about creepypasta, jeff the killer, slenderman. Once my sight returned to me, I stared at the monitors as one by one, they loaded to show different places in my apartment. My adrenaline must have disorientated me horribly because when I backed away to see what I’d done, I realized the second lid was crooked. I made my way down the stairs, each one giving the horrid grinding sound of duct tape rubbing against itself, but I didn’t care. I didn’t say anything to try to stop her, never even considered it. I stayed there for several months and after a cleaning storm and some furnishings, it began to look like a home. “Babe… we’re done.” I said. That’s what makes you beautiful. What can I say about mine? Feb 25, 2015 - This Pin was discovered by Clockwork. The only trace of him was that broken basement window, and blood-soaked shards of glass. Maybe not literally but whatever soul may have twisted in her body was no longer there. That’s a way for emotional hurt to leave the body, right? “Wait for it,” I thought, “wait for it”. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, creepy. “Don’t lie to me! We have 5th hour together, and conveniently, we sit right next to each other in class. I was tired, angry, and I’d stop that clicking, no matter what it took. I couldn’t remember a time when I had been that angry, but lack of sleep tends to do that to people. Those blue mesmerizing eyes. The long brown hair that goes past her sturdy, but oh so delicate shoulders. your own Pins on Pinterest I’m so tempted to say that her pain must have been excruciating, but I don’t think it was. https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/I%27m_Beautiful,_Baby?oldid=1156405. I couldn’t take it, her god-awful gaze dug into my sleep. One day as she dragged her living corpse into the bathroom, I patiently waited by the kitchen entrance. I’ll never forget it. This wasn’t a new thing, she’d always been conscious about her looks, but the severity of her comments about herself seemed to worsen out of nowhere. Honey?”. With me watching, whether she knew it or not I can’t be sure, she tossed the first eyelid on the ground and reached for the other. Maybe. Feb 3, 2016 - Funny creepypasta fan art, I own nothing. That’s all I needed. She’d become so numb that I doubt she felt a thing. My hands would shake, and my stomach held the warning pressure of an exploding bladder, but that was never the case. 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