Apparently, they never found the creep, he escaped before I could get into his apartment. Instead of feeling comforted by my words of encouragement, she reacted with rage. I couldnât stop here, I was so close to fixing my wifeâs haunting gaze. Iâm not fucking stupid, I know how I look!â. 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. I can't help thinking about her. Welcome! Iâm beautiful. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, jeff the killer. However, eventually my wife stormed into the room completely lost in a panic. What can I say about mine? The apartment had already been paid for, and I couldnât back out then⦠or rather I refused to, being the stubborn pain in the neck I grew up to be. Mar 20, 2018 - Explore Olivia Grace's board "Creepypasta", followed by 152 people on Pinterest. I remember giving a shrug, thanking him politely, and scooting my way out the door. 273 by Chibi-Works 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. It was quaint, cheap, and had enough space that I could fit a bed if I really crammed the mattress against the wall. Thatâs a way for emotional hurt to leave the body, right? It was driving me crazy, and all I wanted to do was sleep. Apr 18, 2014 - Explore Jeff_the_killer's Girl's board "Creepypasta Comics", followed by 147 people on Pinterest. Day: Monday. 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. She is. 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… All copyrights go to the rightful owners. Written in maniac scrawl were song lyrics that still keep me from listening to the radio. With a forced crack of old wood, I saw the inside. I had to stop that clicking. Jeff was a 13-year-old who moved to a new neighborhood with his brother Liu and their parents. Maybe Iâd become numb too. See more ideas about creepypasta, jeff the killer, slenderman. There wasnât anything I could do to remedy her sense of ugliness besides try again and again to remind her how attractive she really was. 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. It was originally titled "Recently, I had to hurt my wife in response to her hurting herself." Taking the small piece of paper, I stuffed it in my pocket, before reaching for my key. The Beautiful Girl. Discover (and save!) Iâd try to ignore her but sheâd always creep through the house to find me; her eyes were red as a devil. Feb 25, 2015 - This Pin was discovered by Clockwork. Through my hazy mind, I threw the door open and made my way into the apartment. Jun 10, 2016 - First answer to my new addition on Tumblr; an ask-Puppeteer blog! âIâm fucking hideous,â sheâd say to me, âwhy are you even with me? Right now Iâm looking at you and I canât believe, You donât know, You donât know youâre beautiful. your own Pins on Pinterest âDonât you think Iâm beautiful baby? I grabbed a stapler. For her to see herself in a mirror was the worst thing of all. November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. Nov 21, 2015 - imao ----- Comic's Folder: ghostfacenikol.deviantart.com/… : previous Page -Next Page: ----- Join Comic's Fanclub! I hope you enjoy the comics ^.^ I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE COMICS! I grabbed the eyelids. I think I truly love her again. I donât think we talked for a while during that time. I donât know what happened to make her so self-loathing, but I know I hated seeing her like that. Journal Date: 5/13/13 Mood: Freaked! See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, jeff the killer. No crookedness was visible whatsoever. It smells faintly of mold, and a few small rodents scurried out from under it when I sat down. Through it all, I never interfered. Some part of my mind must have told me this would happen; not this exact thing, but something horrible. The only trace of him was that broken basement window, and blood-soaked shards of glass. âDonât lie to me! All in all, there are still a lot of things I'm still proud of, I learned a lot from this comic. Donât you think so?â. Making my way up the stairs, I glanced between the cracks of each step to see the pebbled sidewalk below. 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. I donât know. I even told her she was beautiful, I forced myself to mean it. âIâm beautiful baby. Unfortunately, she never considered much of what I thought. 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. It was useless. Eventually I sort of stopped trying. Now! I never saw it, I loved her eyes; they attracted me to her when we first met. . Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. There are milestones in your life that you never forget, and renting your first apartment is one of them. âHoney?â I questioned, âAre you okay? Feb 3, 2016 - Funny creepypasta fan art, I own nothing. Youâd think she was trying to cover up the imperfections on her face, but I doubted it. 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. Like before, I pressed it back against her eye and pressed the stapler into it, and just like before her body cringed and shook. Comedy, available online for free. At night, my apartment was always a different story. Once my sight returned to me, I stared at the monitors as one by one, they loaded to show different places in my apartment. She had a way to cope, to give herself a chance to look at her reflection and not feel completely disgusted. The television is on, the sound down low as to not wake anyone. I’m a police detective with the Chicago PD’s Criminal Intelligence Unit, the CIU. The Slender Man is a being (male in appearance) who looks like a man with extremely long, slender arms and legs. The song that had been looping in the monsterâs bedroom that night gave me one more challenge, before I opened the door, never to look back. Jul 25, 2015 - Explore X fallen.hearts X's board "Funny creepypasta comics" on Pinterest. Hey guys! Everything was dead, and I felt around blindly for a light switch, only to find that there was none. The bullies later attack Jeff again at a party, and Jeff kills one of them… ~ Your Neighbor Downstairs. I told my wife every day, “You’re beautiful, you look amazing, you’re breathtaking,” but she never believed me. Itâs been a few weeks since this has all happened and she hasnât even greeted me. During the day that is. âI canât take it anymore!â She screamed, âMy god, my horrible fucking eyes! __ DISCLAIMER I do not own any content in this video. My dreams of escaping from her pessimism mutated into nightmares where her very being absorbed me. Iâd lie in my bed, pull my covers up to my chin and get the most anxious chills. I hope you find the apartment to your liking. 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. 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. Iâll never forget it. With each step, I felt my heart pounding, but the antsy feeling began to consume me. Sheâd become so numb that I doubt she felt a thing. 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. When her attention was fully in the mirror, I moved. Bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen, front door⦠they were all there, and I began shaking, looking around for any sign of the neighbor, Iâve never met. I didnât say anything to try to stop her, never even considered it. Maybe she pierced a thicker vein or something but I swear half of her face became drenched in red. Iâll still remember those days where we talked about taking all the mirrors in the house down; itâs a miracle we didnât. buy hardcover. Read Creepypasta Comics! I hope you enjoy. 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. I packed my bags, and left as soon as I could. Against her will, I pressed her first eyelid back against her face and hit the staple against her head. I opened the door. I dream of her every night. The same song looped itself over and over, each time the guitar began with its cheerful chords frightened me further. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepy stories, scary stories. Here is the original read. For those horrible creatures that are not beings, nor cryptids, nor hellish demons. Utensils smashed onto the ground so loudly that I broke myself free from my own dismissal of her insanity. It must have been some symbolic suicide. I canât remember if she responded or what she said if she did, but I remember hearing that metal zing from the kitchen. She is so beautiful. The next few days were hard. Hope you enjoy! Finally, it seemed like I found someone who didnât creep me out, though the good feelings didnât last long. The possibility of some peace. The long brown hair that goes past her sturdy, but oh so delicate shoulders. We never picked them up, her eyelids, still soaking in that bloody mess on the kitchen floor. She pulled her eye-lid out and placed the scissors around it, clutching her fingers together to slit the first lid off. She was trying to look like a different person, trying to remove the old her. The blade filled with tears and blood that crept down her fingers. Share your thoughts, experiences and the tales behind the art. What was going through her mind, what was she thinking? Several of the boards were wound tight with duct tape, holding them together. My friend, Vincent and I both love to write comics. Donât you think so?â. 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. Eventually, she watched me too. 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. What remained was this terrible witch of a woman, staring at me with her bloodshot eyes and a crooked smile. Eyelashes brushed off as I rolled it between my thumb and middle finger. 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. With me watching, whether she knew it or not I canât be sure, she tossed the first eyelid on the ground and reached for the other. When I went to check up on her, the scissors were just reaching her eyes. My name is Katherine Mallory. I stayed there for several months and after a cleaning storm and some furnishings, it began to look like a home. I didnât really expect us to ever speak again after that and so far Iâve been right. Iâm so tempted to say that her pain must have been excruciating, but I donât think it was. Honey?â. Whatever the reason, nothing would stop her from putting that make-up on. 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. Those blue mesmerizing eyes. Even the slightest bit of weight caused them bend precariously, giving an aching squeak. She couldnât fight me off, as wildly as she tried; I was stronger than her. Sheâd run around in hysteria about her appearance, throwing things around and occasionally falling to the floor in emotional defeat. My adrenaline must have disorientated me horribly because when I backed away to see what Iâd 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 didnât care. I held the second eyelid to her face and pierced a staple into that one too. On a wall, wasnât 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. That couldnât do, Jesus Christ it could never do. One thing I do remember from my experience happened as I went to leave the apartment and my creepy neighbor for good. Sheâs so gorgeous now. I simply sat in the living room trying to ignore it; the tv was on, it was some news show. Sometimes Iâd be paralyzed with fear, never understanding why. I was tired, angry, and Iâd stop that clicking, no matter what it took. And I ran into the bathroom and grabbed her. Apparently, there was one other person living in the building below me, though my landlord never remembered seeing them. My hands would shake, and my stomach held the warning pressure of an exploding bladder, but that was never the case. golden-puppetry.tumblr.com/ Sally Kiki-Hyuga Friends and all that comes with. Thanks so much for watching, I'm having so much fun working on this project! Apr 18, 2020 - Chibi 118 48 Beautiful I Eat Pasta for Breakfast Pg 118 by Chibi Worksviantart âIâm beautiful baby.â Sheâd always say, âdonât you think so?â I never said anything, I couldnât, but I know why sheâd suddenly found such beauty in herself. Yellow tiles lined the floor, and a white, cracked ceiling was above me. One night, as I lay in bed with insomniaâs cloudiness filling my head, I heard noises from beneath my bed. Sheâd have to see the, âhorrid monster,â looking back at her. I couldnât take it, her god-awful gaze dug into my sleep. The god damn dirt under your shoes is more appealing than I am.â. Iâll never forget those cries, but she needed to cry. âBabe⦠weâre done.â I said. It wouldâve been so easy to break them, but luckily, I didnât. Here is the original read. It was quaint, cheap, and had enough space that I could fit a bed if I really crammed … Beautiful Read More » My god!â, She went right passed me into the kitchen and forced several of the cabinets open. Maybe not literally but whatever soul may have twisted in her body was no longer there. Liu took the blame for it and was arrested, sending Jeff into a deep depression. I'll update every Saturday. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta funny, creepy. 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. This is a post found on the subreddit /r/NoSleep, made by TheMirrorMaker. I tried to think nothing of it, but the feeling only began to get worse. Getting that lid back off only took a tug or two, good tugs though, the staple was really deep in there. I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – The Woman, Every night Iâm stopped at a roadblock that shouldnât exist, If Youâre Armed and at the Glenmont Metro, Please Shoot Me, My Father Punished Me When I Talked to Ghosts. I shouldâve left there; just let it go and walked away, but I didnât. I told my wife every day, âYouâre beautiful, you look amazing, youâre breathtaking,â but she never believed me. However, that night, something about it made me nauseous. Part two is finally out! The lid felt so⦠wet. It's quiet in the dark, damp basement. I told myself that if theyâd become part of her again, maybe Iâd get some peace. Creepypasta Wiki is a FANDOM Lifestyle Community. Most of it was applied to her eye-lids; sheâd tell me constantly how she couldnât stand how drooped they were. One day, we decided to create a book of comics, where Vincent would come up with the ideas, and I'd draw them. Sin's POV. We have 5th hour together, and conveniently, we sit right next to each other in class. I reached over, my mind forgetting any weariness it was suffering before, as I touched one of the keys. I listened to it, squirming with an antsy disgust. See more ideas about creepypasta, creepypasta characters, jeff the killer. What can I say about mine? See, I’m kind of on a timer here. One day as she dragged her living corpse into the bathroom, I patiently waited by the kitchen entrance. Watch Queue Queue. Or whenever I have finished a comic. If only you saw what I can see, Youâll understand why I want you so desperately. This time, the staple sank into the eye itself, but the lid looked perfect. She slowly turned her head to look at me with those dead eyes and smiled. But I knew sheâd never quite get it, her self-hatred wouldnât allow her to think she looked even remotely okay. the creepypasta comic is available now! Aug 16, 2019 - i eat pasta for breakfast pg. Everything that happened for the rest of that night happened in a blur of panic. 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. It wasnât the glorious, romantic idea of moving out, but I could afford it, and thatâs what really mattered. Eventually I got it off and my wife jolted a bit. This is a post found on the subreddit /r/NoSleep, made by TheMirrorMaker. That usually NEVER happens when you have assigned seats. Jul 13, 2014 - Explore Psychopath's board "Creepypasta Comics" on Pinterest. My hatred of her began to grow and challenge her hatred of herself. Okay, so you're probably gonna think I'm wacked, but I'm sitting in a class full of freaks! Every day in the morning, sheâd rush into the bathroom and put her make-up on. I knew her shock and suffering would be replaced with rage towards me. This video is unavailable. She didnât respond. What I found has burned itself into my mind, and Iâll never forget it. All I could do is stand there and watch. I'm sitting on the couch, a tattered, ugly green object that has been lost to time. The walls are covered in dancing lights, wonderful hues of blue and white. Iâm not superstitious, but Iâd be a liar if I said that it didnât frighten me. I walk past the bathroom sheâs in a couple times a day and ask if sheâs alright but she never answers. I ran as fast as I could towards the door, nearly tripping over pizza boxes and carelessly discarded books. There was more blood the second time. I knew the sound of typing keys, and sometimes Iâd see the blue glow coming from his window when I came back late at night. âItâs a nice room. Imagining her along side me gives me oh so much inspiration. 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