Do You Want To Play a Game?

jack-o-lantern-1679164_640It’s been a while! How are you doing?

I’ve been working in the shadows lately to prepare new things. Since Halloween is near, I wanted to do something special other than the usual giveaway.

So I created this little interactive horror game for browser (I haven’t got to the mobile version yet):

Do You Want to Play a Game?

At the end you can win free ebooks, but even if you’re not interested in my writings, the point is having fun playing, so I hope you enjoy it.

I also created a Facebook event if you want to stay in touch and let me know what do you think of it.

And if you just want to read some of my things, there’s still a 20% discount on the Digital Store.

Have a spooky holiday!

Please Wake Up [Creepypasta]

Source: Creepypasta Wiki

Wake_UpThis has been around for a while, but yesterday I realized something and I had to write it down.

The original creepypasta is this:

It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.

The thing I noticed is that more than once I’ve written in my stories things like “this is not like the movies” or “life is not a fairytale“, and it’s been like a theme, and sometimes I think that my purpose is right there, it’s me passing a note to you while you’re reading something that brings you to another world, and you suspend your disbelief, and then you find a line that tells you that you need to wake up, that it’s not real, that you can dream as much as you want but in the end, you have to wake up and face your real fears.

And i know this kind of goes against all the “writing rules”, because people read just not to think to their grim reality, but that’s how you end up stuck in your own fantasy, and you stop seeing things for what they are, and then you start lying to yourself and to everyone else, you invent a narrative that suits your beliefs and refuse to see the things for what they are. And this is when you need to read that note, the one that says, shit happens and you have to face it, you can’t run away forever.

Please wake up now.

Kuchisake Onna – The Slit-Mouthed Woman

3407598Japanese urban legends can be incredibly creepy.

This one is the worst because everything you do you’re basically screwed (pardon my French).

There’s this woman who walks around at night wearing a surgical mask.

In Japan actually it’s quite common that people wear these kind of masks when they are sick, it’s their way to be polite and don’t spread their germs, so you’ll see people with surgical masks all the time on the road, and it’s obvious that an urban legend would come out sooner or later.

So, you’re there walking on the street, minding your own business, when this woman meets you and asks you, “Am I pretty?”

If you say no, she kills you with a pair of scissors. Right away.

You of course say yes, so she removes her mask and shows you her face and you see that she has a deep bloody scar slicing open her mouth from ear to ear, and again she asks, “What about now? Am I still pretty?”

And again you have two possible responses.

If you say no, she kills you. She literally cuts you in half.

You want to be polite and say yes? She slits your mouth like hers.

Who is this woman? Someone says she’s a woman mutilated by her jealous husband.

You can’t run away, she will always reappear. Someone has suggested ways to avoid or confuse her, for example you can say “You look average”, or you can ask if you look pretty or even give her candy.

Just try, but I hope you never meet her.

They even made a few movies and mangas about her, if you want to have some fun ;)

Salad Fingers

WARNING: The level of creepiness here is over 9000.

Salad Fingers is a series of 10 short cartoons created by David Firth, from 2004 to 2013.

It’s like someone has distilled the words CREEPY, WEIRD, and DISTURBING, and put it together in animation form.

It gets creepier and unsettling with each episode, but it’s also a lot of fun if you like strange unexplicable nonsense gory things.

Here’s the complete series.

But first, another WARNING: it could be very disturbing to watch for some people, do it at your own risk.


[Creepypasta] The Queen’s Guard Story

This is one of the creepiest creepypastas ever. As soon as I read it I had to repost it.

You can find the original story on reddit: part I and part II. I’m just copy-pasting because I want to save this.

The author’s name is Milos Borgetic and there’s this ebook on Amazon that just made it into my wish list, check it out: The Story of Her Holding an Orange, we all need more good horror writing :D

[Sorry it’s a bit long but it’s worth the read]


I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what? The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

After I finished my third tour, I was awarded by the army. Apparently, surviving fighting Taliban in the mountains is reason enough to be honored. They offered me a spot in Queen’s Guard. I’m not sure how much you know about that, but in England, it’s a pretty big deal. And I hated it. I was permanently stationed at home, and as a reward for my “bravery” I was now standing in front of buildings motionless while annoying Chinese tourists tried to make me laugh. I wanted out, but the honor of the position, combined with my mother’s happiness that the biggest danger I could ever face would be an Asian tourist, I had no choice but to do it. Only if I knew I’d be safer in some cave in Kabul… Continue reading “[Creepypasta] The Queen’s Guard Story”

A Creepy Question

I found two different versions of this creepypasta, and I changed it a bit by myself.

Today I have a question for you.
It’s night and you’re upstairs when your mom calls you from the kitchen.
As you ran down the stairs, you hear again her voice, but this time it comes from her bedroom.
“Don’t go down. I heard it too.”

Which one would you believe?