Supernatural Stories

Every clock in my house stopped at the same time on the same night. 3:07 AM. Not just stopped — they all advanced to 3:07 and stopped there, even though they'd been showing different times.

After my wife died, a dog began sitting at the end of my driveway every evening. It didn't belong to anyone in the neighborhood. It sat and waited and watched the house.

I woke up at 2 AM to a sound from the kitchen. When I went to check, there was a glass on the counter that hadn't been there when I went to bed. It was warm.

I've heard of bootleg Pokémon cartridges, but the one my uncle gave me was different. It had one extra Pokémon that wasn't in any guide. Its only move was "Curse."

When I was five years old I was very sick. We stayed with relatives in a rural area while I recovered. That's when I first met Mr. Widemouth.

I found a copy of Pokémon Silver at a garage sale. The previous save file was named GOLD, the trainer had no legs, and the only Pokémon in the party had a question mark for a name.

The most famous and most deliberately absurd piece of creepypasta ever written. Presented here in full as a cultural artifact.

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house. Ask the front desk to see "The Holder of the End." What follows must be done exactly right.