Today I want to talk to you about the Creepypasta Anna Petrova. A lovely little pasta that has a go at recreating some classic horror elements in a modern setting.
The story starts with an email.
A person named Bree receives the email from someone they used to be close to but have since fallen out with.
The email contains a wiki page and is begging for help, saying that Bree needs to read the page to understand.
The email reveals that Bree was hurt by the writer in some fashion, and many suspect this was intentional though the writer denies this.
The writer then goes on to refer to a time in the 8th grade, when they were nervous before a competition and so went online where they googled themselves. They found a wiki page about themselves. This wiki page revealed that they would win the competition the next day. This came to pass. The email continues stating that this happened many more times. The wiki page effectively told the future.
Today I am writing to you about the Creepypasta Little Pink Backpack.
The writer of this pasta has done interviews previously where she describes how when she was 19 years old, she came across a blank children’s notebook and had an urge to create something ‘creepy’ with it, hence the format of this Creepypasta.
I’d say she did a pretty damn good job.
Due to the visual nature of this pasta, I have included a link to a YouTube video covering it below.
Working at a dead-end retail job in the middle of nowhere can be hard. The long hours. The helpless customers. The enormous eldritch horror living deep below the building. As the only full-time employee at the 24-hour gas station at the edge of town, Jack has pretty much seen it all. But when he decides to start an online journal documenting the bizarre day-to-day occurrences, he unwittingly attracts the attention of much more than just a few conspiracy theorists.
With the body count steadily on the rise and a dark, ancient force infecting the dreams of everyone around him, Jack will do everything in his power to stay out of the way and mind his own business. After all, he’s just a gas station clerk. It’s not like he’s getting paid enough to wage battle against the nightmarish aberrations plaguing his community. Besides, he already has his hands full attempting to manage all those mysterious lawn gnomes, the mutant raccoons, and the charming phantom cowboy who lives in the bathroom.
Based on the award-winning creepypasta by GasStationJack, Tales from the Gas Station: Volume One is a love letter to the pioneers of classic horror tailored to a generation that grew up in the era of smartphones and WiFi.
Today I am writing to talk to you about one of the most popular, or at least well-known, Creepypastas.
The Russian Sleep Experiment.
This story is not, in itself, unique, I’m not even sure if it was the first Creepypasta to play with the idea of preventing people from sleeping and the consequences there of, but it is certainly the first one to become so popular.
I have come across a fair few Creepypasta’s trying to recreate the same kind of atmosphere and chills that this story is known for, alas while they can tell a similar story very few manage to recreate the feeling of foreboding and dread that this story does.
Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. The chamber was stocked with books, cots with no bedding, running water and toilets, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.
Everything was fine for the first five days. Though it was noted that the subjects talked about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect.
After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. The researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself.
After nine days the first of them started screaming. The other captives didn’t react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The two non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped. So did the whispering to the microphones. There was no more communication from within the chamber though there was evidence that the subjects were still alive.
On the morning of the 14th day the researchers announced: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.” In response they heard a voice response: “We no longer want to be freed.”
It was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.
Today I am writing to discuss the creepypasta Satellite Images.
I thoroughly enjoyed this creepypasta gives me Hitchcock vibes while also playing into our fear of technology, both things I’ve always enjoyed in my horror. This pastor also gives me very strong nostalgia for when my friends and I would tell each other stories in our teenage years, quite probably due to how it ends.
The story begins with the narrator explaining that they were in a car accident in the because of this they don’t leave the house very often. They go on to state that they have just learned how to use Google Maps, and this gives them a sense of being outside without actually going outside.
They start notice something peculiar, that being the same person in multiple locations. They first notice a woman in Tokyo and then the next day when they login they find her again in Paris. Though they do admit that as people’s faces are blurred on Google Maps it’s impossible to be sure it’s the same person.
Today I am writing to you about the creepypasta Candle Cove.
This creepypasta is told through a series of forum posts, a unique way to convey a story. The writers in said forum are reminiscing abut a television show they watched as children but can find no reference to outside their conversation.
This creepypasta is highly effective in what it does. It is short and to the point, laying down a tense atmosphere despite it simply being people discussing a show they watched years ago.
Today I am writing to talk to you about the creepypasta Expressionless, it’s a very short creation, it’s not really a story, more a brief third-person account of a single event.
The story opens with a mysterious woman arriving alone, covered in blood and on foot at a hospital. This woman is not a normal person by all accounts, she resembles a mannequin but moves like a human. On her arrival, she has a kitten clamped in her jaws.
While in the hospital she is calm but causes the people around her to suffer feelings of deep discomfort. She freaks out when they try to sedate her however revealing she basically has a shark’s mouth, aka lots and lots of very pointy sharp teeth. These teeth are basically spikes and most noticeably far too long for her mouth to close without damage.
Naturally, the hospital staff have questions, the most prominent being “what are you?” the woman claims to be god and then eats everyone save the doctor.
I think this works, in part, because of it’s length. It’s very short with minimal explanation offered. We don’t know who or even what the creature was (was it created or born), we don’t know its motivation, we don’t know why it attacked when it did as opposed to simply attacking outright at the start and we don’t know why it left the doctor alive.
All we know is that it was bloody odd. We know that although it looked artificial it was clearly alive, it killed before arriving at the hospital and then it killed when it was inside.
This story reminds me a little of The Keyhole, a creepy pasta I wrote about before, in that it’s short and to the point with not much in the way of explanation. It simply presents itself and then ends. Though The Keyhole did have a slightly larger amount of explanation than this, we knew the creature in the room was the ghost of a murdered woman for example.
This story taps into our universal fear of monsters, something we don’t know or understand, that massively overpowers us and seems to want nothing more than death. It plays into our primal fear of other large predators. It also puts me in mind of the creepy doll stories, stories that take something unthreatening and make it threatening. Though I must admit that mannequins are far more uncanny valley than most dolls.
Lastly, it also plays on our fears of deception, this creature, weird though it was, turned up at a place where we offer help, it looked like it needed help and played on our presumptions, deliberately not attacking until we’d brought it inside with the aim to offer aid.
The atmosphere of this brief encounter is definitely one of mystery, the desire to understand and uncover what the hell is going on with this creature.
Overall this is a nice example of the creature-feature type of creepypasta.
Today I am writing to you to talk about a grief that I know all too well, I devour my books pretty quickly.
My coping mechanism for dealing with finishing a book is to start another one. So, on Saturday, I went to the bookshop and bought myself another book (completely ignoring the pile of unread books on my bookcase).
This new book has a gimmick I quite enjoy and one I don’t see that often.
That being that the story isn’t told via a flowing narrative, instead, the story is told through a combination of journal entries, WhatsApp screen grabs, newspaper articles and interview transcripts. It’s the book version of found footage.