Carpeted Kitchen Creepypasta

Someone was in my kitchen last night.

Carpeted kitchen creepypasta.

I moved to this apartment about a year ago and i swear that i haven t gotten a single good night s sleep since then. I run out of the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs. Log in or sign up log in sign up sort by best. She whispers to her child don t go into the kitchen.

We moved in and ripped it up. The house is as quiet as when i came down but i can hear the pounding of my heart to accompany the sound of my footsteps. It s one of the many horror stories i love to read. I read and illustrate a great creepypasta.

I heard it too. It was located on the inside of my forearm just before the bend of my elbow. A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen so she runs downstairs to meet her mother. The seller a young red haired woman told me it was known as the book of memories.

Creepypasta close 158 posted by u flexsealinmyeyes 2 months ago carpeted kitchen creepypasta 18 comments share save hide report 93 upvoted what are your thoughts. If you wrote down. Latest creepypasta stories harold the tortoise i happened upon the book at a kiosk in my town s annual witchcraft festival. A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.

As she s running through the hallway the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. One of my friends has a carpeted bathroom and i went to use her bathroom once and never again and they also have a bath rug on the carpet my childhood house has a green shag carpet in the kitchen. In the kitchen is surprisingly scary and gives me chills. How can i be so sure.

Get up shove some cheap crap down my throat go to school or work come home veg out in front of the computer try to sleep. I m positive it wasn t there when i went to bed last night. Tears of fear swell in my eyes clouding.