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God Bless the Reich By Kyle C. Lawson The red banners flowed down the sparkling marble courthouse like blood. The foundation bore the engraving "Remodeled 1948" and was surrounded by flags whose stands spoke of heroic deeds of armies and warriors. Luther Geissler ran down the street carrying in his arms a red and green plaid knapsack. His black dress shoes carried him down the glistening sidewalk as fast as they could. He clawed at the tightly knotted black tie around his neck in an attempt for air. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the back of his shirt collar, and spun around to face the angry eyes of an officer; one of the Ordnungspolizei, or o

Certain characters have dominated the Creepypasta landscape, many of which have sadly lost their luster or were that way from the beginning. Characters such as Jeff the Killer as well as the whole '... the Killer' characters, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Ben Drowned, and sadly, even the Slenderman. Droves of stupid teenage girls have turned them into 'kawaii' Mary Sues, and droves of stupid guys have turned them into mindless gore machines. I want to see them as neither; I want to see them as real characters with real motivations, but still with their credibility as horror figures intact. Don't forget, these are in most cases LEGITIMATE PSY

The Day Before Halloween 1983 The cold light of the moon filled Mark's bedroom. He lie in his warm bed; snug beneath his covers. The shadows of the swaying orange & yellow branches stretched across the floor. One seemed to inch ever further to the wall overlooking the boy's bed. It grew & grew until it reached to the ceiling. More & more the shape looked human until a fully erect and stoic shape of a man peered down on Mark. On the long thin silhouette of a face, the blank face opened it's eyelids to reveal eyes that burned like hellfire. Then, Mark began coughing violently jolting up in bed to see the shadowy figure staring into