As a cloud falls in Elgis Pass, madness follows
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Who doesn’t want ice cream?
What hides in these woods?
A mysterious ship, an SOS and an investigator.
I write this letter to you, David and Esther Ellington, to try to explain the demise of your son, Graham Ellington. My name is Ian Murdoch, and I was a good friend of Graham’s, right until the end. I have arranged for his remains to be cremated, and his ashes scattered at sea, the […]
Sometimes a dog just needs a little attention
Sometimes you read the creepypastas, and sometimes, you become the creepypasta
Temple of Morrbanesh 