CreepyPasta Delight

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I started delivering for DoorDash after midnight because the tips were better. For a while, it was just drunk food and empty porches. Then the late-night orders started coming with instructions that didn't make sense — don't look at the second-floor window, don't step on the porch, close your eyes and count to ten. I followed every rule. The tips were enormous. Nothing bad happened. I thought I was safe as long as I kept following the instructions. Then an order came through at 3:14 AM. The delivery address was my apartment. The customer name was a single letter. And DoorDash support confirmed it was placed from inside my home.

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When the school district posted the position for the third time, no one else would take it. I needed the job. I took it.
Felter sits in a shallow valley in northern Ontario, four hundred people carved out of the wilderness and slowly being taken back. The children were quiet in a way that unsettled me. The church windows were painted black from the inside. Every Thursday night, the townspeople walked north toward the lake in silence — and something walked with them.
The principal warned me not to go into the woods after dark. She never warned me about what happened to the last teacher.

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Welcome to Skully's Sinister Stories Vol. 5Some things grow where they shouldn't.In this volume of Skully's Sinister Stories, we explore what happens when the body becomes something unrecognizable. A garden in rural Hokkaido that returns what was buried in it. A sewing shop in Takayama where an inheritance runs deeper than blood. A portrait studio in Koenji where the camera doesn't just capture what's there — it decides what comes next.Three Junji Ito-inspired horror stories. Three transformations that couldn't be stopped.The body is the canvas.

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Author - https://www.reddit.com/user/gamalfrank/Original Post - https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1m8aygd/my_dad_spent_15_years_tending_to_the_tree_in_our/Original title - My dad spent 15 years tending to the tree in our backyard. I just cut it down, and I don't think it was a tree.

My dad planted a strange black seed in our backyard when I was ten. Within a few years, the tree it grew into was taller than our house. Within a decade, it had killed every plant in the yard, driven the animals away, and swallowed my father whole. He quit his job to sit under it. He stopped eating. He talked to it like it could hear him. The shadow it cast didn't feel like shade — it felt alive. One night, I took an axe to the trunk to save him. The sound it made when the blade hit wasn't wood. And what I found inside was far worse than what it had done to my father.

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Jay - Skully

I took the overnight caretaker job at a rural wildlife sanctuary because I needed somewhere quiet after my divorce. Forty-seven acres of rescued animals, a cabin behind the office, and a woman named Sarah on the radio if anything went wrong. For three nights, nothing did. On the fourth night, every animal on the property stopped moving and faced the same direction. Then they turned — all of them, at the same time — and Sarah told me to get inside and lock the door. Something crosses the valley every few weeks. The animals always know it's coming. The crossings are getting more frequent.