Five Days of Halloween!

Starting this Monday, there will be a five day countdown to Halloween with five different Creepypastas! Remember it starts on the 27th!

Robert the Doll

In the late 1800s, Thomas Otto and his family moved in to a mansion at the corner of Eaton and Simonton streets in Key West, Florida now known as the Artist House. The Ottos were known to be stern with their servants, sometimes even mistreating them. It was the treatment of one such Haitian servant that provides a twist in this story.

This woman was hired to take care of their son, Robert. One day, Mrs. Otto supposedly witnessed her practicing black magic in their backyard and fired her.

Before she left, the woman gave Robert a lifelike doll which stood 3 feet tall, had buttons for eyes, human hair (believed to be Robert's), and was filled with straw.

Dolls that resembled children were not unheard of during this time, but this one proved to be special. Robert named the doll after himself and often dressed it in his clothes. Robert, the doll, became his trustworthy companion. He took it with him on shopping trips into town. The doll had a seat at the dinner table where Robert would sneak it bites of food when his parents weren't looking. Robert would even be tucked into bed with the boy at night. Soon this innocent relationship took on a strange nature.

Soon after, Robert chose to be referred to by his middle name, Gene, after being scolded by his mother. He told her that Robert was the doll's name, not his. Gene was often heard in his toy room having conversations with Robert. Gene would say something in his childish manner and responses could be heard in a much lower voice. Sometimes Gene would become very agitated, worrying the servants and his mother. She would, on occasion, burst in to find her son cowering in a corner while Robert sat perched in a chair or on the bed glaring at him. This was only the beginning.

Household objects would be found thrown across the room, Gene's toys turned up mutilated, and giggling could be heard. Whenever these unusual acts took place, Gene always said, "Robert did it!" The boy took the punishment but always insisted that the blame was Robert's. As the mischief grew, more and more servants took their leave as new ones were hired. The Ottos' relatives felt it was time to do something. With the recommendation of a great aunt, Gene's parents removed Robert from his care and placed him in a box in the attic. This is where he resided for many years.

After the death of his father, Gene was willed his boyhood home. He decided to live in the Victorian mansion with his new wife. Gene had become an artist, and felt the house was spacious and would provide a place for him to paint. He went to the attic and dusted off his childhood toy. He became attached to the doll despite his wife's displeasure. Gene would take the doll along with them everywhere they went. He even sat in his favorite little chair while Gene and his wife slept nearby. The Turret Room became Robert's domain after Mrs. Otto moved him back to the attic. Their marriage slowly became sour until Mrs. Otto supposedly went insane and died of unknown reasons. Gene followed soon behind.

Robert supposedly attacked people, sometimes locking them in the attic. People who passed by claimed to hear evil laughter coming from the Turret Room. For some time, Robert remained in the empty house by himself until a new family purchased the mansion and restored it. The doll was once again moved to the attic. This pleased it as much as the last time. The doll was often found throughout the house. On one certain night, Robert was found at the foot of the owners' bed giggling with a kitchen knife in hand. This was enough to send them fleeing from the home.

Robert was later moved to the East Martello Museum in Key West, where he sits perched in a glass box. Despite his new living quarters, the doll is believed to not have given up his menacing ways. Visitors and employees claim they have seen the doll move. His smile has been known to turn into a scowl. One employee cleaned Robert, turned off all the lights and left for the night.

The next day, he returned to find lights turned on, Robert sitting in a different position than the night before and a fresh layer of dust on his shoes. Some say he'll even curse you. If you want to take a picture of him, you must ask politely. He'll tilt his head in permission. However, if he doesn't and you take the picture anyways, a curse will befall upon you and anyone who accompanied you to the museum. The same will happen if you make fun of him.

To this day, Robert remains at the East Martello Museum in his sailor suit clutching his stuffed lion, continuing his menacing ways.

Slender Chances

Timmy's flashlight was the only light source, only a thin stream of light had to make a light source for three people. Samantha felt uneasy, the surrounding them looked alive in the wind, and one looked off color, black, and she could have sworn he saw a little bit of red too. But she disregarded it, she was tired, and felt like it was most likely her mind playing tricks on her. Timmy's light started to flicker, “No, no SHIT!” yelled Timmy as his only flashlight went out and the darkness shrouded them. Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath “Dammit Tim, I told you to bring an extra!” yelled Nick. Timmy looked back at Samantha and Nick, “Come on, it's only a mile or so away, we can make it.” said Timmy and continued walking. All that could be heard was the crunching off leaves below them, and of course the wind, the wind was howling, not loudly, but howling, ever so softly. Samantha still felt uneasy, and even more so now. The trees again seemed to be alive again, and again she saw another oddly colored tree, but this one, this one seemed oddly shaped. And this one, it was most definitely black, and it's branches, the moved so strangely, like tendrils. And then she started thinking, why could see this tree, and nothing else. “Hey.” she said trying to get the others attention, “Guys!” she yelled, and the two looked over at her, “Look.” she said and pointed in the direction of the tree. “W-where did it go?” she said, and the two just looked at her “Where did WHAT, go?” said Nick, feeling impatient “The tree.” she said “There was a tree over there.” she said “You stopped us... to look at a tree?” he said and cocked one eyebrow. “It wasn't just a tree, it was really weird.” Nick and Timmy looked at each other, “Look, Sam, I get, it's dark and it's scary, but you know what? I want to get out of here, so let's get moving, okay?” Said Nick and walked away from Samantha.

They continued to walk all night, but never seemed to get back to the road, they where lost. “Great Timmy, we're fucking lost!” said Nick angrily

“It's not my fault!” yelled Timmy “Look, it's gonna be light soon, so lets just sleep here, okay? Till it gets light, then we'll leave and go back to the car.” said Timmy

“Fuck you, Tim.” said Nick, then walked away

“Where you going?” yelled to Tim,

“I'm going to find the car!” yelled Nick, “Then I'm leaving!”

Samantha just sat there while the boys yelled at each other, a buzzing sound in her ears, and she stared out into woods in front of her, as black filled her eyes, she fell asleep. Her dreams where filled with that tree, but it was no longer a tree, it wore a black suit, and a red tie, it's legs were impossibly long, as where it's arms and torso, but worse off all, it's head, it was white and hairless, and no face, just a blank and featureless head.

The sun was just breaking over the mountain top, not yet illuminating the ground where Timmy and Samantha lay. Slowly Timmy awoke, and there was a slight whining sound mixed with a buzzing. “Nick?” yelled Timmy and was responded to by a loud scream “NICK!” he yelled again as the screaming continued. Samantha was woken up by the screaming, “Timmy?” Samantha looked around, and met her eyes with Timmy's. “What the hell was that?” she asked “I don't know.” said Timmy as he looked back into the direction of the scream. “We need to get back to the car.” said Timmy and the two sprang up and started walking.

Samantha thought to herself about her dream, about the tall, thin, slender, man in the suit. About how he morphed from tree to man, he seemingly unraveled himself, tendrils unwrapped around him as he turned into a man and the tendrils slipped back into his back. As Samantha slowly slipped back into reality Timmy started talking “...so when we get back to car we'll call the police, tell them that he left in the middle of the night, and we couldn't find him in the morning.” and looked back at Samantha. “Uh, yeah, yeah, right.” she said “Are you okay, Sam?” asked Timmy, and quickly a shadow came over them, and Timmy ran into something and hit the ground. Samantha's face quickly turned to terror as she realized what it was. A few tendrils came from it's back and slithered across the ground toward him. It picked up Timmy and held him up to it's featureless face. “It-it's you.” said Samantha, and the tall slender thing looked to her, and even though it had no face, Samantha knew he was smiling. “Put him down!” she screamed and The slender man looked at Timmy and turned him over, head to the toward the ground “Put him down!” she screamed again and Timmy fell to the ground, his neck broke, along with a few ribs. “No!” screamed Samantha as she looked down at Timmy's limp body. Samantha slowly made her way back, as the tall man reached out, and torrent of black inky tendrils shot out of it's suit sleeve. Samantha ran as fast as she could, but it was no use, the tendrils grabbed her, one on each limb, dragged her across the ground toward him. Samantha now limp on the ground below the man, screamed as a wave of tendrils came from the man's back, and rapped around her, like a mummy in rapping. She was suffocated, as tendrils went into her mouth and filled her lungs. She stopped struggling, as her pulse stopped, and her body became like a rag doll. The tall man dropped Samantha and slipped away into last little amount of darkness, as the sun rose and filled the forest...

Very Alarming

I look at my alarm clock, it says 6:17. I then look out my window and a shadow looms over and casts into my bedroom. It's tall and slender. I close my eyes tight and reopen them. He's now standing there, he has no face, his skin is white, he's wearing a suit and tie. He tilts his head, and I wake up. I look at my alarm clock, it says 6:16.

Hiss

Written by James B. Davis

As I walked down the dark abandoned school hall way, there was a rustling sound behind me. As I looked back I saw the faintest shadow move through the door, It was small, about the size of a cat, and I immediately knew what it was. I rushed through the door and turned on my flash light. I saw the thing, sitting on an old teachers desk, it looked just like they said it did. It had huge red, almost spider like eyes, and large fangs pointing down, it had a rat like face, it's hands where like that of a rat's or human's, it had a long rat like tail, and it's body was covered in course matted black hair. It seemingly smiled with it's horrid face, it jumped down into the darkness and seemed to disappeared. I felt it rub against my leg and it bit me! I pointed my flashlight down to see blood gushing from leg. I looked up and saw the thing siting there, looking at me. It ran toward me and I ran out of the room. It tripped and hit the floor, it crawled up onto my chest and hissed. It opened it horrid mouth, revealing thousands of before unseen teeth, and that was that..

Super Mario Bros.

Written by James B. Davis

The following was found on a computer screen after a person was killed at her house.

Okay, the writing of this might be kind of crappy, but I'm writing this as I'm playing this game. The game is Super Mario Bros. the original one. I'm gonna try and get the beginning of this story done as quickly as I can. I bought Mario at a garage sale for about 5 dollars (I had just bought the game console and was searching for games).Okay so I brought the game home and started playing it. The game seemed normal at first but it started glitching, so much that it was impossible to see what was happening. 

So I turned off the game and started again. I jumped onto one of those tube things and went down. This time there was no glitches but instead there was this.

I had no idea what that was, it was looked like a mask or something. So I just turned off the game again, I stopped playing for the day. So today I turned on the game and for sometime it seemed normal. But then I saw this.

What the hell? So I started thinking the was hacked or something. But who the hell would hack the game to put this weird shit in.

That last thing was about two hours ago. And since then, everything has seemed normal.

Okay, it's been 6 minutes since I wrote the last thing. Now things are getting weird again. The last level started over again, three times! What the hell? And that not the weird thing, this is...

What the fuck is that?!

Okay, I'm literally freaking out right now, I don't know what to do. There are banging sounds, and I can't tell if they're coming from the game or if they're coming from around me.

That thing's sprite has changed it looks like this now.

I'm gonna fucking flip out, I'm turning off the game.

Okay the game has been turned off, but the banging sound is still faintly there, like tribal sounding drums.

There's shadows moving all around me.

Somethings out side my window, it's tall, it has no face, it looks like the sprite from the game.

It just disappeared, where the fuck is it!

Parental Guidance

By: James B. Davis

I just lay there, looking at the closet, I wasn't going to look behind me, if I did It would kill me, I'd been seeing It for weeks, and know It was ready. My little sister was sleeping on the bed above me, she had know idea what was in the room or what It was and what It was able to do. I could hear It's claws scraping the wall, I could hear It breathing, I could smell It's foul odor, like a dead bear. My parents were downstairs, sleeping in the basement.

I could hear It take a ever couple minute but then slowly step back, like he wanted to come up slightly hesitating. It growled, like a mix between a dog and bear, such an evil sound. I was keeping the tears for falling down my face, I was keeping myself from screaming and crying, if made any sound It would creep up behind me, and kill me.

The creature finally made his evil scream and I jumped from my bed, It followed behind me, right at my back, I tripped on a toy of little sister's and fall right on my stomach. I turned around and the creature slowly crawled over top of me, I'd never seen It so vividly, It's skin was pale, his eye were a grayish black, his arms were about three feet long, as were his legs, he walked on all fours, his ripped looked nearly exposed he was skinny, It had claws four inches long each, on his hands and his feet.

I look to my side out of terror, and see my father standing in the kitchen door way. I see him take four heavy steps, toward me and It screams in hope of sending fear into of father's heart, but it sends nothing more than rage. My father grabs the It by the throat, and throws to the corner. My father then puts his foot to It's chest, to keep it from moving, I see crawl back to a corner and see my father bring down a storm of rapid punches, It falls to the ground it exhaustion, I look it a mix between horror and owe as my father put a series stomps to It's head with his bare feet, turning the creature's head into a mass of jelly.

I sit there in the corner shaking, and never blinking, my eyes wide open stay stuck to It. My father walks toward and lifts me up by the hand, my eyes still wide open and fixed on It, and he takes me to the couch “Don't look at it.” he says softly, but my eyes still are still fixed It. The sun was rising and the moon was falling, the star faded away, and the clouds illuminated pink and red...

Acid Bombs

      “Do you think they'll drop the bomb?” that was once a question that was often asked, be fore the New World. It all happened decades ago, when the acid washed the fields, when the flame devoured the cities, when the creatures burned. We are the new creatures, the new life, the ones that live under the rubble, the ones that scavenge the leftovers of the flying Pterodactyls, they awoke from an ancient sleep when the bombs fell, when the acid bombs fell upon the great mountains. We are the ones that drink the pink and red waters of the sea. We are the Gas Mask Men.

Spring Break Monster Marathon: His Name Is R

By James B. Davis

He follows me,

I love him,

He walks in front of me,

As I walk down the street,

Walking on all fours,

His tongue out.

He yells with his ruff sound,

At all who us pass by,

I call him R,

I don't know why,

I love him,

And he loves me,

His long claws drag on the floor,

His name is R,

His eyes dark black,

His name is R,

He crawls away at night,

His name is R,

Others call him The Rake,

His name is R,

Spring Break Monster Marathon: Can you see him?

       He's looking at me now, with his blank white eyes. He's right there in the door way, can't you see him? Can't you see the blood dripping from his claws, paleness in his skin? He's looking right in my eyes, watching. He's slowly creeping toward me, his claws dragging on the ground behind him. Can't you hear the sound, the sound of his deep breath and his skin rubbing together? He can hear you, he can hear your heart beat, the sound of your lunges slowly filling with air. He's even closer now, there's nothing I can do, there's nothing you can do either. I just close my eyes, I hope this nothing but a dream, nothing but nocturnal fear. It's too late know...

Spring Break Monster Marathon: Dover

By James B. Davis

Goblins, Vampire, Werewolves, Ogres, and Trolls. None of them exist, and yet, in our mind, the back of our mind, we believe. Though THEY, don't exist, something does, something that lives in the woods, the woods of Dover, Massachusetts, I'm sure you've heard of it.

It all started when I moved to Dover, I'd heard stories, you know, about the demon, of course I didn't believe, at least not at the time. I moved out into a little house in the middle of the woods. The house was in a large bare circle of nothing but grass, except for one tall oak tree. The house itself was brick, covered in vines, grape vines. It had three large chimneys one in the back, two in the front.

The inside was amazing, the walls had carvings, carvings of the woods, of the ocean, even of strange desert landscapes. It had rock floors, and wooden walls. Vines even covered the inside walls, some covered the floor. The main chimney in the front of the house had a large rock carving of an enormous owl with it's wings spread wide, it had marble eyes, golden claws, and the tips of the wing's feathers were covered in silver. In the back of the house, a giant stone monolith stood in the middle of my bedroom, it had carvings of owls, and the top was a golden pyramid, with a carving of strange head with no mouth, and big, round, empty eyes.

After looking threw the entire house, I came to the kitchen, and loaded a small haul of groceries into the cupboards, and into the bronze refrigerator. The kitchen was just as amazing as the rest of the house. It had a large monolith, just as my bedroom, in the middle of the room, the refrigerator was bronze and an owl was carved into the freezer's door.

I walked outside early the next morning, looked out to the trees beyond my grass yard, bushes and tall grass covered the edge, the rustled in the wind and gave a sound like a thousand crickets. I sipped my coffee, I took a bite of my hash brown, and walked down onto the grass. The sun had just broke threw the clouds, and the morning dew light up like fireworks. After about an hour of just standing there, soaking up the sun light I went back inside.

That night, I heard a strange crying sound from my window, like a baby alone under the moon. The crying turn into soft screaming, which turning into horrid screeching, like eagles and owls. I heard the crickets scream, and dogs miles away barking in vane. In screamed out in fear, and all sound vanished, no crickets, no dogs, none of the horrid screeching.

The silence was worse than the screaming, the wait for something to break the silence. Finally something broke the silence, the bush outside my window rustled, clawing on the window, and a crack. I jump from my bed and there's a hole in my window, about the size of baseball, two red eyes, like marbles in the light. They slowly faded, like moonlight behind the clouds.

After that night, day was terrifying. Any sound flipped my wig, a creak, a squeak, even a dog's bark. All through the day I was scared of all sounds. When the landlord's car drove up the driveway I nearly fell on the floor in a fearful frenzy. I waked out to greet him and down through the yard. “How the house treating you?” said my landlord as he climbed out of his large four wheel drive land rover “Pretty good I guess.” I said running my hand of my hair. “What you mean you guess, is there a problem?” he said looking at the house “No, no... well, I guess, it's just the bedroom window's broken. I guess it happened in the middle of the night, woke up to it broken.” said I looking straight at him “I'm sorry, probably some stupid kids. Well if everything's good, I'll be back on the fifth for the rent.” he said while climbing back into his car “What about the window?” I said looking up at giant vehicle “I'll send someone over by next week to fix it.” he yelled out the window as he drove away. I was still terrified, and by night the terror would triple.

That night, while sleeping I heard a crash, like the dropping of plates. A loud screeching sound came from the kitchen like an owl. I walked into the hallway with carvings watching me from all sides. A lamp to my side, I grab it from the small table to my side. I walk to the kitchen and see a shadow on the wall, the shadow of something hunched over. I slowly peek into the room, to see a pale creature with huge red eyes, a mouth full of sharp short teeth, a long alien like head, and long spines down it's back. It was eating a steak from the fridge, which was wide open. Food was allover the floor, meat fruit, soup, but not a single vegetable.

I step forward and step onto a can, making a loud crushing sound, the creature lifted it's terrible head up and looked to the doorway I was standing, it looked right in my eye's and let out a terrible scream. The creature ran on all fours toward me, at top speed. I ran out of the hallway, down to my bedroom, with that thing following me.

 I slammed the door, and the creature started scratching it. I sat there, for hours still hearing the scratching, and I climb into my bed. I looked up and saw my broken window, and I stood up on my bed. I smashed the window and climbed out and ran down my road. I looked to all sides looking for someone or a car, instead I see something terrible. Eyes, red eyes, all around me, ten of the same creatures came out of bushes, the creatures claws slide out of their fingers and they stood up on their back legs, each only three feet tall, but their claws each were least two feet long. They slowly came in closer toward me,with their claws toward me, The Demons of Dover...

Spring Break Monster Marathon

    At the start of Spring break (tomorrow) Scary Lasagna will have a Monster Marathon, every day of spring break, a new monster pasta. We will start off with one named Dover, the rest I have yet to write.
    I may get a guest writer as well, but it's not very likely, I will request for the writer of I told You So to be a guest writer.