Contest Creepypasta/Horror writing contest!

[T-Player Guy]

Welcome,young visitors...

It's that time of the year once more.That time where we give the scares in many variants.That time where we go around as mythical legends or favorite characters in the streets for candy.That time where we sing many classic songs like those from Tim Burton's masterpiece 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'.This is Halloween,folks!
Pretty much,this is the second kind of contest I host,and other than that,the only contest I made on a while.Without further misruptions,let's begin with rules!

Some rules to progress with first...

1)Because I'm feeling generous(and also because I started this a bit late.Sorry for that),no entry fee is to be encountered to enter ^-^
2)Your story can be based on a movie,videogame,anime and others.If you can though,send me a link to the original source material's main description.
3)Feel free as you want to put into your story,as long as it turns out decent by your standards at the end.
4)Your entry must be original,and not directly copied and pasted over here.I will be looking over proof to check if it was made by yourself or not.
5)Entries can be submitted until November 2nd
6)Have fun!

There should be prizes now,shoudn't it?

Well,there will be PC rewards to the winners of this contest,and I will give the amount below to each position:

1st place-45 PC
2nd place-30 PC
3rd place-25 PC
4th place-15 PC
5th place-5 PC
6th to other places-2 PC

And...that's essentially it,folks!Hope you all have fun while participating in this contest,and have a pumptaskin( ) time while making your creepy story as you please!
Happy Halloween!! ​

 

[18]

I love this, definitely entering. It'll be a challenge finishing a story I'm pleased with in five days, but that makes it more fun \: D/

• Is it necessary for our story to be based on something?
• Is there a word limit?
• Is there anything that can cause the story to not be accepted (extreme violence, profanity, that sort of stuff)?

 

[T-Player Guy]

I love this, definitely entering. It'll be a challenge finishing a story I'm pleased with in five days, but that makes it more fun \: D/

• Is it necessary for our story to be based on something?
• Is there a word limit?
• Is there anything that can cause the story to not be accepted (extreme violence, profanity, that sort of stuff)?

Thanks!I tried to host this earlier,but I had to write this on my phone since my computer is very slow in Internet regards,and I can't write on my Wii U or tablet for now.And writing on a mobile device like this isn't as good as those other two personally...
About those questions:

• Not necessarily.
• Nope.Feel free to make your story short or long as you may.
• Eh,nope also.This is a creepypasta/horror story writing contest,so these type of stuff should be fine for the type that it is.

Good luck,and may the (dark)force be with you.

 

[PersonSP]

Ooh! I might enter. ...If I can find some time. :-/

 

[BonnetteForever]

if i find some time i'll do it

 

[AgentLuigi3]

Hmmm... Interesting. I wrote a story about SM64DS when I was in, like 5th grade(literally the entire game up to saving Mario). I could... manipulate it into a creepypasta. I think.

 

[ESP]

Here's my entry based on something that I saw as a little kid and can't explain today that I think would make a decent pasta.

"There's something in my life that's always been bugging me. Something I cannot explain.

It all started back when I was very young. Maybe 6-years-old. I remember it all. The place looked like an abandoned building. White walls, white floors. empty inside. There was a little girl in a white dress riding around in a tricycle. A few seconds later, a shot of two white, bearded men, twins perhaps, dressed in cyan blue suits. The next shot was the girl... just running. Then a static transition showed the next thing and it was just awful. The next shot showed the girl looking in the mirror with her forehead slashed across. She didn't look sad, scared, anything. She just played with the slash.

It ended there. I remember having a Pikachu toy that I scribbled the same mark as the girl's forehead. Years later, I cannot determine if this was a dream or something that I happen to catch late night. My mind deciphers it as something I really did see considering I didn't watch anything that included blood for at least 2 or 3 more years. So today, I decided to search and look to forums discussing if anyone has every seen this before. One day after waking up and signing in, I received an e-mail on one forum I had joined and a user thankfully noticed the same thing and linked me to an article about the situation. Apparently in 2002, the two men I saw had kidnapped a girl named Eveyln Garcia and had recorded themselves torturing her right before they finished her off off-screen and hacked into a T.V station to show what they had done. And I happened to be one of those viewers. The clip has been seen circulating on Deep Web on some rather gruesome sites. Unfortunately, these two men have not been apprehended yet although there has not been any recent activity by them over the years. I am deeply sorry to hear what has happen to this young girl. But at last, I can finally have some closure about what I have seen."

That's what I have.

 

[PersonSP]

Okay, here's mine, it's short an sweet:

Things that made the birds flee


It was dark. White ashes where snowing down from the chimneys up the hill. The world appeared petrified in silence. It was also cold and my breathing pushed clouds of steam trough the air. With my hands in my pockets I walked on. The birds in trees ruffled their feathers as to say "Go back, the night is too cold.". I did not know why it had to be this moonless night that I suddenly felt the urge to head for the forest but it was stronger than me. When I walked out the door no one stood up to stop me. My house was empty. Suddenly I heard feet behind me. I stopped and turned around. Nothing. Not even a trail. I walked on. As I neared the edge of the forest the night seemed to come to life. If I closed my eyes for a moment I could imagine to see dancing flames, shadows swirling down upon me. I couldn't blink. Something small ran right before my feet. Red eyes. I jumped back. I shouldn't be afraid, I told myself, I carried an axe. How else would I chop wood? I touched the cold metal with my fingertips. I took a deep breath to compose myself. My feet carried me closer and closer to the trees. The night was filled with voices, too low to be heard, speaking unspeakable things.

The forest seemed even colder than it's surroundings. I seemed colder than the forest. My blood froze in my veins and every gasp of air I took burned in my chest. But I walked on. If I didn't get wood, I wouldn't have a hearth and my home would freeze, I told myself. The truth was I lost control of my feet. Without my say-so they marched deeper and deeper into the woods. Something flew right over my shoulder. In the corner of my eyes I saw lights. My feet went faster. I struggled to turn around. Instead I ran forward. Around me I heard rasping breaths and muffled footsteps. Before me was darkness. There was no light to shape it, no light to banish it. I was deprived of any weaponry to defend myself. The axe weighed heavy on my back. It didn't bring me any safety whatsoever now. The darkness hit my chest like a brick. It spread as a fluid. My limbs grew heavy as the cold pierced them. My ribs crushed. I felt them struggling within me. I didn't dare to breathe. I couldn't. The shadows tore holes in my reality. Their cold embrace tightened. One by one I felt my bones snap and turn to dust. All the while my drowned body laid unmoving. A drum boomed into my ears. I wanted to scream, there was no air. I fell down to my knees. The beating sound in my ears got louder. Louder! I couldn't breathe.
It was dark. Suddenly I was on the path again. My head was oddly clear. I took a step. Another. Before me appeared a girl. She couldn't be older than five. Terrified eyes. Suddenly I felt blazing anger. The axe on my back burned. One swing. Another. Another!


My hands shook uncontrollably. All my limbs tugged and twitched. My eyes were blind. Yet my feet didn't leave a trail. My gloves where soaked, the fingers red. I laughed. The shrill cry made the birds flee.

 

[ESP]

When does this end?

 

[PersonSP]

I think it already did (technically) but more competitors would be nice.

 

[Artisan]

(Whoops this guys forgot what he was talking about)

 

[PersonSP]

It was a stroke of genius the day the time machine was invented. There was many controversies during testing however anything they put in it, living and nonliving is said to be gifted. So the story commences... Our main character Pokey was a very poor boy with parents who suffered from alcoholism and hence they never treated Pokey right. Pokey loved attention of any kind so he tried making friends with antisocial people. It worked out for Pokey however when Pokey went to school and told his classmates he had friends the classmates just made fun of Pokey because friends didn't matter at that point in history, being social on the internet mattered and Pokey picked that up fairly quickly. Pokey wasn't the smartest but he made his own cult on the internet. In fact Pokey made a lot of cults and that led to more and more people to understand that some stranger on the internet is not the right way to start a business so the business supported large scale crime.

Pokey then legally changed his name to Porky because he loved the idea of slaughtering pigs and himself. When Porky decided he was bored of his life at home he wanted to use the time machine to show history that Porky was a great person. He caught the government off guard and he used the time machine so much it broke. When Porky harassed an island of people and a family of innocence he decided he had enough manipulation he told his lead scientists he want's to be perfectly safe. Absolutely safe. And Porky got what he was told. He got into his Absolutely Safe Capsule that then went into a science museum. Porky lived happily ever after harming only himself because he was actually dying and also because there was collateral damage he had to pay for many times over from harming others he never seen in real life.

Based off Mother 3 of course.

...you might want to rewrite this a bit. It seems kind of interesting but I have absolutely no idea what it's about. Try to read it and see if the storyline you had in mind fits your writing.