Creepypasta

[Eminence]

You need to leave 4chan at 4chan, son. And stealing other writers' work and putting it up claiming it's original is uncool. You're such a tool nowadays.

Bout time.

[Vercetti21]

I've decided to resurrect this thread due to its sheer awesomeness.

 

Anyways, here's an awesome nursery rhyme I found in one of the books from Alvin Schwartz's Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series:

 

"Did You Ever Think?"

(Creepypasta)

 

Did you ever think when a hearse goes by,

 

That you may be the next to die?

 

They take you out to the family plot,

 

And there you wither, decay, and rot.

 

They wrap you up in a big white sheet,

 

And then they bury you down six-feet deep.

 

And all goes well for a week or two,

 

And then things start to happen to you.

 

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

 

The ants play pinochle on your snout!

 

One of the worms that's not so shy,

 

Crawls in one ear and out one eye.

 

They call their friends and their friends' friends, too,

 

They'll make a horrid mess of you!

 

And then your blood turns yellow-green,

 

And oozes out like whipping cream.

 

Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,

 

Your liver turns to sauerkraut.

 

So never laugh when a hearse goes by,

 

For you may be the next to die.

[Oxidizer]

Oh, I remember this thread! Lots of yummypants. <3

[Vercetti21]

Another one from Alvin Schwartz.

 

"The Man in the Middle"

(Creepypasta)

 

It was almost midnight. Sally Truitt had just gotten on the subway train at Fiftieth Street after visiting her mother. "Don't worry," Sally had told her, "The subway is safe. There is always a policeman on duty." But that night, she didn't see one. Except for her, the subway car was empty.

 

At Forty-second Street, three tough-looking men got on. Two of them were holding up the third, who looked drunk. His head rolled from side to side, and his legs refused to work. When they got him seated between them, his head came to rest on one of his shoulders. Sally thought he was staring at her. She buried her head in a book and tried not to notice.

 

At Twenty-eighth Street, one of the men stood up. "Take it easy, Jim," he said to the man in the middle, and he got off.

 

At Twenty-third Street, Jim's other friend stood up. "You'll be fine," he said, and got off.

 

Now the only ones left in the car were Jim and Sally. Just then the train went around a sharp curve, and Jim pitched onto the floor at Sally's feet. When she looked down at him, she saw a trickle of blood on the side of his head and, just above it, a bullet hole.