Carpeted Kitchen Creepypasta

We moved in and ripped it up.

Carpeted kitchen creepypasta.

It was located on the inside of my forearm just before the bend of my elbow. It s one of the many horror stories i love to read. The seller a young red haired woman told me it was known as the book of memories. As she s running through the hallway the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens and a hand reaches out and pulls her in.

I stared at the odd hole that had appeared in my arm overnight. I moved to this apartment about a year ago and i swear that i haven t gotten a single good night s sleep since then. A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen so she runs downstairs to meet her mother. Latest creepypasta stories harold the tortoise i happened upon the book at a kiosk in my town s annual witchcraft festival.

In the kitchen is surprisingly scary and gives me chills. A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen so she runs downstairs to meet her mother. The house is as quiet as when i came down but i can hear the pounding of my heart to accompany the sound of my footsteps. Every day it s been the same.

How can i be so sure. One of my friends has a carpeted bathroom and i went to use her bathroom once and never again and they also have a bath rug on the carpet my childhood house has a green shag carpet in the kitchen. As she s running through the hallway the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. I m positive it wasn t there when i went to bed last night.

I run out of the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs. Log in or sign up log in sign up sort by best. She whispers to her child don t go into the kitchen. Someone was in my kitchen last night.

I heard it too. If you wrote down. Get up shove some cheap crap down my throat go to school or work come home veg out in front of the computer try to sleep.