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From reddit r/shortscarystories

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My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I’m going to be next month."
"I don’t know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

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If you’re reading this note, I’m sorry. I assume you’re in the same situation as me—that smug bastard drugged you and dumped you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out.

I don’t know how many people he’s done this to, but there have probably been a lot. He wouldn’t spend so much time on it otherwise, would he? He told me the catacombs are a maze, and he’s set traps and deadfalls at every turn. But he promised there’s one safe way out, if I’m lucky enough to guess the correct path.

I’m not lucky. I’m just an art student, here on holiday. There’s no way I’m getting out alive. But I want someone to. I want revenge.

I’m sure you do, too, so let’s help each other. I still have my sketchbook and pencils. Before each turn, I’m going to leave them behind for the next person, writing down which way I went. If I survive to another passageway, I’ll come back and leave a page like this one. If I don’t, then it’s up to the next person to carry on and go the opposite direction.

Eventually, if we keep leaving breadcrumbs, one of us will escape. Get to the police and find that bastard. Do it for those who didn’t make it.

My name is Jeff. I went left here.

Reading the note by candlelight you feel a glimmer of hope, until you realize you’re reading from the sketchbook itself. Jeff never returned to tear out the page, and you’re the first person here since him.

You look to your right, where the dark maze awaits.

  • HE STOOD AGAINST MY WINDOW by reddit user sabethook

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I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.

Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.

I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.

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Any day now, she’ll say her first words.

My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first - ‘Mama’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mama loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it - ‘Say ‘mama!’ Come on! ‘Mama!”
I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down, but I knew just how to hold her to help her fall asleep. Our daughter was a daddy’s girl - my wife needed all the handicaps she could get.
I sit our daughter in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens - ‘Mama!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mama!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’
I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth.
"P-please… what do you want from me? Please let me go…"
My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back to the room, locking her in and shutting the lights out. When I return, I find my wife crying.
"It’s ok, honey," I tell her, "The next one will be better. I promise."

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2.5 children is the average. I don’t know why she’s screaming.

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“Have you seen my son?” the woman frantically asked the old lady across the street.

“No, sorry dear” the old woman replied.

“Have you seen my son?” the woman asked the local police officer, more terrified this time

“No, I’m sorry ma’am, but we’ll search right away” the officer responded while taking out his radio, trying not to look at the woman’s sorrowful eyes.

“Please…please tell me my son is in there” asked the woman to a friend of hers, which happens to live right next to her house.

“I’m really sorry Clarice, we haven’t seen him” the mother replied.

The woman searched everywhere, ran through every part of the street, screaming, “Where is my son”.She was crying, pulling her hair out of despair. Her neighbors, out of pity, helped her in her search


Starting that day, from 10 in the morning til 8 in the evening, the woman would leave her house, looking like trash. She looked like a risen corpse; pale skin, frizzy hair, and her body growing ever skinnier. She screamed at every part of the town, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?”

Alas at the second week of her search, everyone must have thought that she’d already gone crazy.

She went to the local police department again…

“Have you seen my son?”

The officer in charge left out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry ma’am”

The mother walked home, looking depressed. But as soon as she closed her front door, a smile painted itself across her face.

With a smirk, the woman whispered to herself.“I guess I hid the body well”

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“Mom, can you watch for bugs while I pee?” The little boy asked.

“Sure hun.” His mom said.

They were hiking on top of a mountain. The mom was depressed, although she did not understand why. The little boy stood near the edge of the cliff. He started peeing.

The mom was suddenly gripped by a cold vision of terror ahead of them: a single mom, alone, with no good prospects. So depressed. Hopeless.

The boy. His back towards her. So small. So innocent. So helpless. He zipped up his zipper and glanced upwards to see his mom’s face above him. A sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” She pushes him off the cliff.

Ten years pass. The mom is now married. Well to do. She looks on from the balcony, out into the prosperous suburb she now lives in. Her new son, young and small, calls out from behind her.

“Hey mom, what you doing?” The kid says, in that tiny, sing-song voice.

“Nothing…” She says. She looks out. It’s so beautiful. She sees her son. She feels her heart break a little. He looks so… fragile. A memory resurfaces, of another son so long ago, but she pushes it away. That was then. This was now. Now she is happy. There’s always hope for new beginnings.

“Would you like to sit here?” She asks, patting at the balcony, smiling. What a beautiful boy she has.

The kid just looks at her and smiles, the sadness noticeable.

“No mom.”

“Come on, you’ll see into your friend’s houses.”

“No mom.”

“Are you sure? It’s fun.”

“No mom. I’m afraid you’ll push me off again.”

You can read more of these stories at r/shortscarystories

Here’s a masterpost of other creepy stories

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Play fighting and shit talking is essential to a relationship to me. I have to have it.

girls can be mad uncensored with the shit talking tho

"girl you dumb as hell with your watch a trilogy and wait for the 4th part ass ha ha"

>”lil dick nigga you…


no i feel like blue takes after jay when she raps her verse is gonna be like “i wake up; flawless, you wake up; comment, on a post bout my hair but i can’t see yall i’m like ‘where?’ it’s B-L-U 2 A MOFUCKIN E, MESS WITH ME IT’S R.I.P my Momma is the Queen my Daddy is the Beast, i’m chewin yall hoes wiff no mofuckin teeth i’m in the limo like “partition up please” bout to dookie on these bitches don’t need u to see” and i’m be like






This Kid Is Going Places

Me as a father.

^^ same

god damn baby assassin. He’s probably gonna be doing parkour at like 4 and become a marine by 9 






Imagine Pac rapping on the Versace beat

^ smh Pac would never have rapped to that childish beat

I beg to differ

how washed up would tupac be today lol

Lol none. Rap wouldn’t be the same if tupac was alive, uoeno lil nigga

" I’m just doing my job. "
—Said by every cop, boss, lawyer, politician, and judge to avoid culpability for  their own immoral actions. (via anarchymeansiloveyou)

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Like…some men seem crafted to dampen panties.

This caption though ! Look at him Gah !!

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Meet Cory Nieves. He’s a dapper, 10-year old CEO of Mr. Cory’s Cookies who started his own booming cookie business in an effort to help his mom buy a car after moving from NYC to New Jersey in 2009.

cover him lord


All pictures of cute kids should come as a photoset with 4 stills of them fucking up and one invoice for yearly expenses so I remember, I’m not about that dad life. 


What the hell what anime is this?

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