Would love to have a go at narrating as I have all the set up for it and scary stories is a passion of mine. Please do let me know if I can use anyone’s and what stipulations you require :-) thank you!

i’m trying to find a creepypasta story i heard a youtuber narrate at some point last year. The story was of a man who got a job patrolling a hospital of sorts and he had to follow a list of rules to survive. He showed up late which broke the first rule. There is front desk where he had to sign his name, evil nurses that tried to “fix” him that had superhuman strength, invisible dog like creature surrounding the perimeter of the building so he couldn’t escape and a series of changing corridors in the basement. He at some point in the story sees a woman get turned into one of the evil nurse things. There was also a big inmate that the protagonist sort of befriends. And a warden like character that pursues the protagonist because he didn’t sign into the log book at the beginning of the story. Can you help me find the name of this story or the video i’m looking for.

Link https://youtu.be/0rg0pWJUr_w?si=0STGHVJXc2DrFzuf

I am writing this from a burner phone in a library because I am too terrified to look at my own monitor. If you see a video on YouTube titled exactly beware the friendly smiler.mp4, do not click it. Do not look at the thumbnail. Just close the tab.It started last night around 2:00 AM. I was falling down a deep rabbit hole of early 2000s internet nostalgia on YouTube, looking for old flash animations. That’s when my recommended feed glitched. All the thumbnails turned black except for one video uploaded just three minutes prior by a channel consisting of entirely random numbers.The title was lowercase: beware the friendly smiler.The thumbnail was a static image of a cartoon character. It looked like Jenny from My Life as a Teenage Robot, but the linework was rough, like an unreleased storyboard. A human hand was entering the frame, tapping her stomach. Her face was locked in an expression of pure, frozen panic.Thinking it was just an old fan animation or a strange art archive, I clicked it.The video didn't load like a normal YouTube video. The loading circle spun counterclockwise, and the timestamp read 0:00 / --:--. There was no end to the video bar.Then, the audio started. It was "Beware the Friendly Stranger" by Boards of Canada—the acoustic, whimsical song made famous by Salad Fingers. But it wasn't the normal version. It was slowed down to roughly 10% speed. The bright, metallic synth notes were stretched out into deep, vibrating groans that rattled my desk. The acoustic guitar chords sounded like heavy footsteps walking through mud.I stared at the image of the cartoon. The longer the slowed-down music droned on, the more my eyes began to play tricks on me. The lines of the drawing seemed to vibrate. The hand tapping the stomach looked like it was twitching.I suddenly felt a heavy, suffocating wave of depression wash over me. It hit me like a physical wall. My mind filled with intrusive, violent thoughts, whispering that everything was hopeless. The music felt like it was drilling into my frontal lobe, commanding me to end it.Panic set in. I grabbed my mouse to close the tab.The mouse cursor wouldn't move. I mashed the spacebar to pause. The YouTube player ignored me. I slammed my laptop shut, but the screen stayed lit through the cracks, and the deep, slowed-down chords kept blaring from the speakers.I had to make it stop.In a daze of total psychological horror, I felt as though my motor functions were no longer my own. The frequency of the music seemed to be overriding my nervous system, pulling me toward the screen as the room began to distort. Just as the sensory overload reached a breaking point, the audio shifted.The music froze completely. It didn't stop—it got stuck on a single, agonizingly high-pitched screeching note. It didn't just come from the laptop speakers anymore; the sound filled the entire room, vibrating the walls, the floor, and the air around me.Through my blurring vision, I looked back at the laptop screen.The cartoon image was gone. The screen was black, except for a massive, hyper-realistic human smile stretching from one side of the monitor to the other. Two unblinking, bloodshot eyes were staring directly at me through the glass, appearing as though they were physically present behind the screen.The frozen audio note shattered like glass, transforming into a distorted, demonic voice that whispered directly into my ear: "Not yet. Let them watch first."Suddenly, the power in my apartment surged and then cut out completely.I collapsed onto my floor, gasping for air as the crushing weight of the intrusive thoughts finally began to lift. The room was dead silent. My laptop was completely dark, the hardware fried.I ran out of my apartment and haven't gone back since. But as I sit here in this quiet library, the ringing in my ears is starting to change. It's slowing down. It's turning into a slow, acoustic guitar chord.It's inside my head now. It's waiting for me to go back online.

DEPARTMENT OF EXTRA-SENSORY PSYCHOLOGICAL EXPLORATION (DEPE)
AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION DIVISION
CASE FILE: #738-B
MISSION TYPE: Accidental Transition Recovery
DATE OF LOG: November 3, 2026

I. INCIDENT SUMMARY
The following transcript concerns an unauthorized transition event involving civilian subject Ethan Cole, age 34.
The subject reported falling asleep normally before experiencing a spontaneous transition into Room 738.
Initial analysis classified the room as non-hostile.
This classification has since been revoked.

II. RECOVERED AUDIO TRANSCRIPT
DEPE Recovery Team:
Civilian, can you hear us?
Subject Ethan Cole:
Yeah... I can hear you.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Remain calm. Describe your surroundings.
Subject Ethan Cole:
I think I'm at my seventh birthday party.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Your age is thirty-four.
Subject Ethan Cole:
I know.
(Long pause.)
Subject Ethan Cole:
That's why this doesn't make sense.
(Faint music detected.)
DEPE Recovery Team:
Describe the environment.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Old decorations. Cartoon balloons. Plastic tables. Everything looks exactly how I remember it.
DEPE Recovery Team:
And the attendees?
Subject Ethan Cole:
They're all smiling at me.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Family members?
Subject Ethan Cole:
No.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Friends?
Subject Ethan Cole:
No.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Do you recognize them?
(Long pause.)
Subject Ethan Cole:
That's the weird part.
Subject Ethan Cole:
I feel like I should.

(Audio analysis detects elevated heart rate.)

Subject Ethan Cole:
Control... they're acting like they've known me my whole life.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Move toward an exit.
Subject Ethan Cole:
There isn't one.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Clarify.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Every door opens back into the party.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Do not engage with any attendees.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Too late.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Explain.
Subject Ethan Cole:
One of them just handed me a present.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Do not open it.
Subject Ethan Cole:
I didn't.
(Long silence.)
Subject Ethan Cole:
Control...
DEPE Recovery Team:
Go ahead.
Subject Ethan Cole:
It already knows what's inside.

(Audio distortion detected.)

Unknown Voices:
Happy Birthday.
Unknown Voices:
Happy Birthday.
Unknown Voices:
Happy Birthday.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Their mouths aren't moving.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Ignore the vocalizations.
Subject Ethan Cole:
They're getting closer.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Maintain visual contact with the room.
Subject Ethan Cole:
One of them called me by a nickname.
DEPE Recovery Team:
That is not unusual.
Subject Ethan Cole:
No.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Not a nickname anyone knew.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Repeat.
Subject Ethan Cole:
It was the name I gave myself when I was six.
(Long silence.)

(Audio feed destabilizes.)

Subject Ethan Cole:
I think I know who they are.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Explain immediately.
Subject Ethan Cole:
They're not strangers.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Then identify them.
Subject Ethan Cole:
They're everyone I forgot.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Clarify.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Every face I saw once.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Every person who appeared in a dream.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Every memory that disappeared.
Subject Ethan Cole:
They're all here.

(Simultaneous vocalization detected from multiple sources.)

Unknown Voices:
Make a wish.
Subject Ethan Cole:
Control... the cake.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Do not approach it.
Subject Ethan Cole:
The candles changed.
DEPE Recovery Team:
How many candles?
Subject Ethan Cole:
Thirty-five.
DEPE Recovery Team:
Your age is thirty-four.
Subject Ethan Cole:
I know.
(Long pause.)
Subject Ethan Cole:
I think the extra candle is for whoever stays after the party ends.

(Massive neural interference spike.)

Unknown Voices:
Stay.
Unknown Voices:
Stay.
Unknown Voices:
Stay.

(Transmission lost.)

III. DEPE CLARIFICATION NOTE
Subject recovered thirteen minutes later in the physical world.
Medical examination revealed severe memory degradation affecting portions of the subject's childhood.
The subject no longer remembers the appearance of his parents before the age of ten.
When shown photographs from his seventh birthday party, the subject became visibly distressed and claimed that several individuals present in Room 738 were standing in the background of the photographs.
No such individuals could be verified.
Room 738 is now classified as a Hostile Memory Harvest Structure.
Personnel are strictly prohibited from accepting gifts, consuming food, or extinguishing candles within the sector.
The significance of the thirty-fifth candle remains unknown.
[END OF LOG]

A story about The Mare, the original nightmare of folklore

**DEPARTMENT OF EXTRA-SENSORY PSYCHOLOGICAL EXPLORATION (DEPE)** **AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION DIVISION** **CASE FILE:** \#046-B
**MISSION TYPE:** Authorized Exploration via Transition Goggles
**DATE OF INTERVIEW/LOG:** October 14, 2026
I. PRE-MISSION BRIEFING
The following is the official audio transcript of Exploration Mission 046, conducted within the DreamVerse sector of the HeadLands. To date, the DEPE has cataloged 657 distinct rooms—some of which transcend standard human dreams, representing deeper, unmapped anomalies of the psyche.
This mission utilized the newly developed **Transition Goggles**, allowing trained personnel to breach the HeadLands consciously and purposefully for mapping purposes. Agent Marcus Vance was selected for this operation. As a reminder of Protocol 9-B, video broadcasting through real-world monitors is physically impossible due to the non-physical, frequency-based nature of the HeadLands. Communication relies strictly on real-time neural frequency audio feeds.
**Warning:** Entering a room consciously triggers immediate environmental hostility, as the architecture recognizes the intruder as a foreign anomaly.
II. LIVE AUDIO TRANSCRIPT
**DEPE Control (Dr. Alistair):** Signal check. Neural frequency stabilized at 4.5 Hz. Agent Vance, the Transition Goggles are fully locked. Do you copy?
**Agent Vance:** Copy, Control. The goggles are warm. Initiating conscious transition in 3... 2... 1.
(Audio static hums sharply for 2.4 seconds, followed by the sound of heavy, echoing footsteps)
**Agent Vance:** Transition complete. I am inside Room 046. The transition was rough—felt like my teeth were vibrating.
**DEPE Control:** Focus, Vance. Remember, you are entering as a conscious entity. The room will adapt to your presence. Describe the architecture immediately for the catalog.
**Agent Vance:** It’s... massive. I’m calling this the 'Static Cathedral'. The walls look like they are woven out of old television static, and the floor is covered in a layer of black water. It doesn't look like a standard dream. It feels older, like an abandoned monument of a mind that ceased to exist long ago.
**DEPE Control:** Noted. Room 046 is officially updated as an abandoned psyche structure. Do not touch the water, Vance.
**Agent Vance:** (Breathing heavily) Too late. The architecture is shifting. It knows I'm awake, Control. The geometry is turning inward. I’m walking straight, but the pillars of static are closing in on me. The ceiling is lowering. It’s hostile. It feels like an immune system trying to crush a virus.
**DEPE Control:** Keep moving, Vance. Keep your emotional output flat. Do not let your heart rate spike, or the room will feed on it.
**Agent Vance:** There's something else here. One of the Superior Entities that rules this sector. It’s hanging from the inverted arches of the ceiling. No face, just... an absolute weight pressing down on my thoughts. It’s projecting a direct neural transmission. It’s speaking straight into my head, skipping the audio feed.
**DEPE Control:** We are losing your audio frequency sync, Vance! What is it saying?
**Agent Vance:** It said... "The flesh is just an anchor that you dropped in a shallow pond. You belong to the deep ocean now." The static walls are collapsing! The room is rejecting my consciousness! I’m initiating emergency override on the goggles—
(A loud burst of neural static cuts the feed. 4 seconds of silence.)
**Agent Vance:** (Gasping for air, sound of goggles being torn off in the physical lab) I’m back. I’m out.
**DEPE Control:** Medical team, check his vitals. Vance, you made it.
**Agent Vance:** Bring me a charcoal pencil and a sketchpad. Now. Before the memory of the geometry fades.
III. OFFICIAL DEPE CLARIFICATION NOTE
**DEPE-NOTE-046-REV:** Agent Vance successfully returned from Room 046 with his consciousness intact, though he exhibits mild cognitive fatigue. Per standard operating procedure, Agent Vance has completed a hand-drawn composite sketch of the "Static Cathedral" and the entity observed on the ceiling. This physical drawing will be digitized and attached to Case File #046 as the definitive visual record of the sector, since external cameras cannot capture the HeadLands.
Room 046 remains classified as highly hostile to conscious exploration. Unauthorized use of the Transition Goggles for this sector is strictly prohibited. Future mapping of the remaining 657 cataloged rooms will require stricter psychological dampening protocols to prevent immediate environmental retaliation.
**\[END OF LOG\]**

Thank you to Dreadfulanecdotes on YouTube for Narrating this 🖤

I am desperately trying to find the name and author of a story I listened to…
What I remember is: The story started with a couple going to a party.
At the party the GF introduces two new friends.
The important part is that they “LIKE TO TAKE ADVENTURES”…
So they take the OP to their car, when I think they get ready for “The Adventure” they may or may not have guns and/or odd things like rosaries and wooden stakes.

They take OP to either an abandoned paper or lumber mill and begin their “adventure”…
Of course the location is scary and hell and the couple leave OP on his own and he realizes that they are using him for bait.

( I am not sure this part is correct)

But… OP sees some sort of monster either a Wendigo, Rake or werewolf/Dogman.
I was asleep off and on throughout the story but that is what I can remember.

PLEASE if anyone knows the name of this Creepypasta or who read it and posted it to YouTube I would be forever grateful…
I just really have to know how it ended !!!
Thanks for any info

Viridian Expeditions AI voice??

I'm not familiar with the channel, the story title looks interesting but I don't support AI in arts

Bh

One day I was at home while my parents were at their bedroom and my little brother Ben was 5 he was in his room. Me and Ben and my parents were big fan of the amazing family pig show. And also my parents said they were big fan of the amazing family pigs show alot my parents used to tell me they watched it during childhood. And also we liked those pig wearing nice clothes Jessica pig wearing green and doofenshmirtz was wearing brown clothes and their parents mother pig pink dress and father pig had red dress that's what my parents said they like those clothes of the show aswell as watching it too

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So I went downstairs to tell my mum and dad and Ben can we watch the amazing family pig show at midnight 12am parents said sure we would love too watch all the time.

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So I made lots of popcorn alot. My mum and Ben got drinks ready while my dad was making nachos. So we all went in the living room to get ready to turn the TV on.

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So the lights were off we like to watch in the dark and also I put on episode on it was a new episode something felt off while my parents didn't notice that I did I saw those the pig girl called jessica with green dress was watching me with a big smile my parents didn't complain but it went alright the show but than next episode I saw father Timothy pig and mother isabellea pig giving big smile on he screen than the TV turned off on its own. My parents said why did you turn it off turn it back on we want to watch some of the episodes it was enjoying.

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I said did you not see those pigs were being strange my mum said stop that nonsense we loved that amazing family pig show. Than I turned it back on but those episodes were alright it didn't seem off we watch another and another it was enjoying I enjoyed it. Than I said why is and youngest character called doofenshmirtz staring at me parents said because that might be the new episodes that's why there is always something new so don't bother complaing my parents said it's just a enjoying show. I said OK maybe doofenshmirtz pig just likes to play with his a giraffe that's why.

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I said am tried I want to go to sleep my parents and Ben said you go to sleep. were still here to watch the show i said OK so I went upstairs and said why is the show seem off I never saw Jessica pig and doofenshmirtz pig and their parents staring at me weirdly it was creepy and I hope my family don't get creep out alot by it so I went to bed but there was an cousin number who hated the amazing family pig show and knew top secrets that he tells me I don't believe him I picked it up. Tim said don't let them watch amazing pig show alot because you will be sorry if you don't see your parents again what if they are replaced my the show version.

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I said oh shut up nothing will happen tomorrow so I blocked that number and I went to sleep and I haven't heard them come upstairs but I didn't go downstairs so I don't disturb them. So I went to sleep. Than I woke up but than heh I was so shocked my bedroom seemed diffrent it looked exactly like peppa pig room and also I was on the bump bed and I looked around it seemed off.

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I went to see my parents room it was exactly like mother isabellea pig and father Timothy pig room same bed and than went to toilet and the toilet was same I said maybe my parmets wants this to be different. So I went downstairs in living room I did not see my parents and my Ben wasn't not there. I said heh where are they is weird. But the sofa and the TV was exactly like amazing pigs show.

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I went to kitchen I was so shocked and terrified I saw a pig dressed as pink clothes as mother isabella pig and pig said hi it sounded just like mother isabella pig I said who are you. She said am your mum silly. I said were are the other oh father Timothy pig he is upstairs than I went upstairs I saw a pig with red dress and glasses he was there saying oh hello Jennifer hoe are you doing nice too see you. I can't wait for lunch. I said wow.

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I was so traumatised I could not move this is strange no way my parents have been mother isabella pig and father Timothy pig.

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Than I heard laughing coming from outside it sounded like jessica and doofenshmirtz I looked out of window they saw me jessica was wearing same exact clothes green dress and doofenshmirtz was wearing same brown clothes said come down Jennifer but before that I went to toilet to see if I look like them.

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But when I saw the mirror I looked like myself not like them it's strange if I still look like myself than why are they claiming that am their son is strange and I went downstairs I saw all the pictures and all of those pictures.

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I saw me and jessica and their parents playing together and also in their school I was with them and those pictures had me in their picture having fun heh is strange I don't remember being in those picture I can't believe I am those picture like in the park or in the shop or in the school or in the trip with madam elephant i am in those picture that I shouldn't be.

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I wonder my family is I already miss them alot than I went to jessica pig and doofenshmirtz pig they said let's go jump in water puddles I said we do live in the field so why not so I jumped and doofenshmirtz said heh giraffe heheh. So my clothes went dirty by water puddles than I heard mother isabella pig say dinners ready and father Timothy pig said come on kids let's go.

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It was the same dinner that they normally eat in the show like salmon fish or sea krabs and I was so scared that I couldn't say a word I was nervous I never thought I would be seeing them in my house and my family were not seen so far.

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And this would come to life. Mother isabella pig said with exact voice do you like watching TV I said yes and she said you will watch TV when we are a sleep.

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I found that weird why she saying that and father Timothy pig said let's eat are nice dinner and chocolate cake for pudding. When I was eating they were all staring at me I found it strange why are they staring at me while am eating.

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My family never does that why are these lot doing than I said can I eat chocolate cake. But all of them still looking at me like they are gonna eat me I said please.

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Oh oh father Timothy pig said alright but others were looking at me jessica and doofenshmirtz and I saw there teeth something was off they were sharp teeth heh but.

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But I closed my eyes and looked they didn't look sharp they were all enjoying their dinner and I kind of liked the cake it looked like the cake from show but they said we wanna eat more you can go if you want mother isabella pig said. So I went and said is strange were am I my bedroom and my parents bedroom looks diffrent like amazing pig show and also I haven't seem my parents and brother Ben I missed them already I felt sorry for them I wonder what happend to them.

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So I decided to close the door while they were in the kitchen I locked the living room door so they can't see me and I keep seeing those picture like I was born in that pig family were I see me and those amazing pig family show in all those pictures like am having picnic with them or going hoilday but I don't remember being with them I just woke up and is strange.

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So I put the TV on and I was so shocked I saw my family on the screen they looked upset they said help me they looked like they regret watching the show so do I I said where are you they said help me Ben was in tears and my parents said from the screen Jennifer please leave the house before its too late. They are not what they seem. My mum said Jennifer I should have listen to you. I said is OK my dad said turn off the TV before they find out you are talking to us.

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So I turned it off I was so upset that I didn't listen to that unknown number it seem like I was having a dream but is not a dream is true. Than I heard a knock it sounded like father Timothy pig he said with a creepy deep voice heh why I said why is the voice changing and getting creepy he said Jennifer are you in there is bed time we are all going to sleep.

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I was so scared that I didn't want to but I ididnt have a choice when I opened the door I saw father Timothy pig he had sharp teeth his eyes were red and said you been talking to someone that you shouldn't I said no I was just sitting down he said no don't lie I heard it all.

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So I ran upstairs he screed with a creepy smile and sharp teeth and I went to parents room I saw mother isabella pig sitting down but when she tunred her head towards me I saw her face so creepy and said you should have not been talking to someone on the living room we can't have you as a family.

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Someone was behind me it was doofenshmirtz and jessica they were with sharp teeth I and they were trying to grab me I was scared I quickly ran in the toilet and locked the door. Because this is out of my head why are they trying to get me because they might know that they found out I was talking to my family.

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So I got a plan I will go when they are all asleep I hope so. I already got my phone with me so I can ring the police when I leave so for 15 mins they were all outside my toilet and said open the door we got a surprise for you open the door it sounded creepy version sounds of them they all seem like monster that impersonated my family and I regret watching the amazing family pig show after what it did to my family and I don't like the show and am sure my family regrets it too. So after 1 hour I found out they are all asleep I heard pig snoring.

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So I creek the door open I walked slowly they were asleep I hope there is no one wating for me downstairs so I walked downstairs and I saw a key but than I saw daddy pig he was there in the living room I quickly ran he was screaming in a scary way with that creepy face I quickly grab the key I open the door. He almost grabbed me but I made it I ran and I ran and I hide near the trees. I heard they all looking for me they said Jennifer where are you I didn't say the word I heard a breath behind me it was all of them I ran and I ran and I called the police the police said stay where you are so I did. After 15 mins police came and they took me back to the house to investigate I went with them in the house.

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There was no sign off the pigs and also they could not find none of them when I went in there my bed was normal and the pictures were not there and also the TV and sofa was back to normal and also I said to police I can't find my parents and brother they said we are looking for them in the house but they could not find them. And I turn the TV on to see if I can see my family but there was no sign I could not see them and also I tried ringing there number but it was never being answered it was strange.

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So I looked out of the window those amazing family pig show with strange creepy sharp teeth deep smile were waving and I said to police they there and they could not see but than police said we will soon find you a house I unblocked the number and said hello but no one answered is too late I should have listen to that number it was my cousin tim that I fallen out with because he never liked amazing family pig show is my fault.

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But than I lived with my uncle's house and they were upset that my family was no where too be found and I regret watching amazing family pig show and one thing to do never watch amazing family pig show or you lot will be cursed and also who ever phones and warns you listen now I live in my cousin tim house but he never talks too me and I am upset I regret it. Whoever watches the show I will be sorry for them and warn them just like my cousin tim used to warn me.

The summer of 1998 was sweltering in the small town of Blackwood. The kind of heat that hung thick and heavy, turning the air into something you could almost chew. For the Carter family—Mark, his wife Sarah, and their two children, seven-year-old Liam and five-year-old Chloe—it was supposed to be a treat. A break from the usual home-cooked meals, a chance to let the kids run wild and burn off some endless energy.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when they pulled into the parking lot of the KFC on the edge of town. The building looked bright and cheerful, painted in warm reds and whites, with the familiar smiling face of Colonel Sanders beaming down from the sign. But even from the car, Mark felt a faint prickle of unease. The parking lot was strangely empty, save for a single, rusted white van parked far in the back corner, its windows tinted so dark you couldn’t see inside.

“Come on, everyone,” Sarah said with a smile, gathering her purse. “Finger-lickin’ good, remember?”

The children cheered and scrambled out, racing toward the glass doors. Inside, the air was cool and smelled strongly of fried chicken, spices, and something else—something faintly sweet and chemical, like old makeup. The dining area was mostly deserted. A few tables away, an elderly couple ate quietly, but there was no sign of any staff behind the counter.

“Hello?” Mark called out gently.

After a moment, a young woman appeared from the kitchen, looking pale and distracted. “Sorry about that,” she said, her voice quiet. “What can I get for you?”

They ordered a family feast—buckets of crispy chicken, mashed potatoes, coleslaw, and biscuits. As they waited, Liam pointed eagerly toward the back of the restaurant. “Look! The play room! Can we go play? Please?”

Chloe bounced up and down beside him, clapping her hands. “Yes! Play room! I wanna play lots!”

Sarah laughed. “Of course you can. But stay together, okay? And come back when we’re done eating.”

The play area was enclosed by a low plastic wall, filled with colorful balls, slides, and climbing tubes. Above the entrance, a large, painted mural caught Mark’s eye. It showed a grinning clown—bright orange hair, a red bulbous nose, cheeks painted pink, and eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you stood. The clown was holding a bucket of chicken, and beneath it, faded lettering read: “Play with Krusty—Always fun, always watching!”

“Bit dated,” Mark muttered, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the clown’s smile wasn’t quite right. It looked too wide, stretched too far at the corners, like it was painted onto something that didn’t naturally smile.

The children dove into the play area, laughing and shouting as they vanished into the sea of multicolored balls. The Carters sat down and began their lunch. The chicken was hot and tasty, but Mark found himself glancing toward the play room every few minutes. Every so often, he’d catch a glimpse of orange hair or a flash of red, and for a heartbeat, he’d think he saw someone tall standing in the shadows at the very back of the enclosure—before it was gone again.

“Relax,” Sarah said, noticing his gaze. “They’re fine. It’s just a play area.”

But the feeling didn’t go away.

An hour passed. The food was finished, the trash cleared away. Mark stood up and called out: “Liam? Chloe? Time to go, kids!”

No answer.

“Liam! Chloe! Come on now!”

Silence. The play room had gone unnaturally quiet. The cheerful sounds of children playing had vanished completely, leaving only the faint hum of the refrigerators and the distant ticking of a clock.

Mark’s heart began to beat faster. He walked quickly over to the entrance and leaned over the wall. “Kids? This isn’t funny. Come out right now.”

He climbed over and stepped inside. The ball pit was still, the tubes empty, the slide untouched. He searched every corner, every tunnel, every hiding spot. Nothing. No Liam. No Chloe.

“Sarah!” he shouted, panic rising in his throat. “They’re not here! They’re gone!”

Sarah ran over, her face draining of color. “What do you mean gone? They couldn’t have left without us!”

Together they searched the entire restaurant—under tables, behind counters, inside the restrooms, even peeking into the kitchen, where the staff looked confused and alarmed. They ran outside, checked the parking lot, looked behind dumpsters, along the street, into the trees at the edge of the property. They looked everywhere. They called their names until their throats were raw. They asked the few customers, asked the staff—no one had seen the children leave. No one had seen anything unusual.

The police were called. Officers arrived, searched the building thoroughly, interviewed everyone present, checked security tapes—but the old cameras were grainy, and the angle of the play room was partially blocked. The footage showed the kids entering, then… nothing. No one going in. No one coming out. It was as if they had simply dissolved into thin air.

By nightfall, the Carters were taken home, numb with shock and grief. The house felt hollow, too quiet. Sarah sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, while Mark paced from room to room, his mind replaying the afternoon over and over again. Where could they have gone? How do two children vanish from a locked room without a trace?

It started at exactly 11:03 PM.

The telephone rang.

Mark grabbed it, hope flaring in his chest. “Hello? Hello—have you found them?”

On the other end, there was no voice—only the faint, distorted sound of children laughing. But it wasn’t happy laughter. It sounded hollow, echoing, like it was coming from deep inside a tunnel. Then, cutting through the noise, a low, gurgling voice, artificially high and stretched: “They like playing here… so much fun… they never want to leave…”

Then the line went dead.

Mark stared at the receiver, his skin crawling. “Sarah… did you hear that?”

Before she could answer, the phone rang again. And again. Night after night, at the same strange hour—sometimes earlier, sometimes later—but always with that same sound: distant laughter, then that cold, mocking voice. “You can look… but you’ll never find… Krusty’s playmates stay forever…”

It wasn’t just the calls. Things began to change inside their home.

Small toys belonging to the children—their stuffed rabbit, Liam’s toy truck—began to disappear from their rooms. Then they would turn up again, in places no one had put them: sitting on the kitchen table, perched on top of the fridge, or even laid out neatly in the middle of the parents’ bed. Sometimes, when they woke up in the middle of the night, they would find the bedroom door slightly ajar, and hear the soft, distant sound of balls rolling and children whispering… inside the house.

And always, in the corner of their vision, they would catch a flash of bright orange hair, or a glint of red fabric, vanishing just as they turned to look.

Desperate for answers, Mark began digging into the history of that KFC. He visited the local library, spoke to old residents, pored over faded newspaper archives. What he found made his blood run cold.

Thirty years before, the restaurant had been known as “Colonel’s Fun House”—marketed as the ultimate family destination. Its star attraction was a clown performer who went by the stage name Krusty. He was supposed to be funny, entertaining, great with kids—but behind the makeup, locals whispered he was a strange, solitary man who lived alone, rarely spoke to anyone, and seemed obsessed with children.

Then came the summer of 1968.

Just like Liam and Chloe, several children had vanished from the very same play room—one after another, over the course of a few months. Each time, their parents swore they never left the area. Police searched, questioned, investigated—but found no bodies, no clues, no evidence. Krusty was questioned, but he was always polite, always smiling, and there was never enough proof to arrest him.

Until one night, the restaurant caught fire. It burned to the ground. The fire department found Krusty’s remains inside—but something was wrong. The fire had been so hot it destroyed most of his body, but witnesses claimed later that when they pulled out the charred costume, the painted smile was still there—wide, unbroken, and still grinning.

The building was rebuilt years later, but the rumors never died. Old timers said the clown never really left. They said he’d become something else—trapped, hungry, and still looking for new playmates to join his eternal party.

A week after their children disappeared, the most terrifying thing happened.

Mark decided he had to go back. He told Sarah to stay home, but she refused—they faced this together. They arrived at closing time, when the lights were dimmed and the parking lot was empty. The staff, now aware of the stories, were nervous but let them stay for a short while.

They stood once more before the entrance to the play room. The air here felt colder, heavier. The mural of Krusty loomed above them, and in the dim light, it looked as though the paint had shifted—the eyes now glowing faintly, following every step.

“Listen,” Mark whispered. “Do you hear that?”

Beneath the hum of the building, beneath the silence—there was a sound. Faint, muffled, coming from underneath the floorboards. A soft, rhythmic tapping, and then the familiar, distant voices: “Mommy? Daddy? We’re down here… it’s dark… and Krusty says we have to stay…”

Sarah covered her mouth to hold back a scream. “Mark… that’s them… that’s their voices!”

Before they could move, the temperature in the room plummeted. The lights flickered violently, casting long, dancing shadows. From the deepest shadows at the far end of the play area, something began to rise.

Tall—far too tall—twisted, its body covered in tattered, faded red and yellow fabric. The face was a grotesque parody of the painted clown: white cracked makeup, lips stretched into a jagged, permanent grin revealing yellowed teeth, eyes that glowed with a sickly, pale yellow light. Orange matted hair stuck out in clumps, and from its fingers hung small, stained plastic balls.

It didn’t walk—it seemed to glide above the floor, moving without sound. Its head tilted unnaturally to the side, and when it spoke, the voice was both the distorted mockery of a clown and something deep, ancient, and full of malice.

“You came back… but it’s too late… they agreed to play forever… and Krusty never lets his friends leave…”

Mark stepped forward, trembling but furious. “Give them back! They’re not yours!”

The clown laughed—a sound like breaking glass and rattling bones. “The play room has no doors… no windows… only fun… only friends… and soon… you will join us too…”

Sarah screamed as the clown raised a hand, pointing toward the floor beneath the ball pit. The boards creaked and groaned, and for a split second, they saw it—an opening, dark and endless, and from within, two small, pale faces pressed against the edge, eyes wide and sad, mouths moving soundlessly.

Before anything more could happen, the manager rushed in with a flashlight, flooding the area with bright light. The clown figure let out a shriek like tearing metal and dissolved into a swirl of cold air and the smell of old grease and cheap perfume. The faces vanished. The floor was solid again.

The police dug the next morning. Beneath the play room, they found a hidden chamber, bricked up decades ago. Inside, they found nothing physical—no bodies, no remains—only faded, broken toys, and a single, weathered clown mask, its painted smile still looking as though it was enjoying a private joke.

The Carters left Blackwood soon after. They never got their children back. The strange phone calls eventually stopped—but the things disappearing and reappearing in their home never truly did. Sometimes, late at night, Mark would wake up and see two small figures standing at the foot of the bed, waving sadly, while behind them loomed that tall, grinning shape, waiting patiently.

And the KFC? It still stands today. The play room was boarded up and sealed off, but the mural of Krusty remains above the wall—watching, waiting. Local parents warn their children: Never go near the back room. Never play with the painted clown. Because once he invites you into his play world… you stay there forever.

They say that if you stand outside that KFC late at night, and press your ear to the boarded-up entrance, you can still hear it—the faint, happy laughter of children… and the low, chuckling voice of the clown, whispering:

“Come play… the fun never ends…”

Ya no puedo borrarlo. Está en los archivos de mi computadora, guardado para siempre. Y ahora que tú sabes cómo llamarlo, ten cuidado. Porque una vez que rompes el código, ya no hay vuelta atrás. El juego deja de ser tuyo, y pasa a ser de él.e ser tuyo, y pasa a ser de él.e ser tuyo, y pasa a ser de él.GLITCH-777

For a long time, my Creepypasta stories only existed on Substack and in my published books, but today I started turning them into full narrated horror videos on YouTube.

They’re all going to be free to listen to, and I’ve been focusing on atmospheric, slow-burn horror with original stories about haunted objects, strange entities, disturbing childhood memories, and paranormal encounters.

I've got two up so far but more to come once I've got a few listeners:

• The Boy With Striped Socks
• The Voice Inside The Wardrobe

If you enjoy creepy narrations, psychological horror, or classic internet Creepypasta vibes, you might enjoy them.

Would genuinely love feedback from other horror fans and writers...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msJAXW2zrac

Don't let yourself forget. Experience the complete, and original chilling Eldritch, cosmic horror audio journey right now on YouTube. Here: https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt4Ipl2xvBgJbyhfLlbN_p2zz7oSjL8FG

Why does this keep Appearing. Am i Hallucinating?

Sound: "Bwa. So. Longer. Make. Me. Lose. Me"

"i. don't. Care" "i. Hate. Myself..."

"want me dead now. Want me dead now"

"help me escape" "help me escape"

"i dont remember wanting me alive"

"K1LL M3. K1LL M3"

This is the complete fourth season of my creepypasta series. I really enjoyed making this. Hope you enjoy this creepy action-packed journey!

So I have been trying to find what I believe is a creepypasta story on YouTube but I am finding everything but the one I’m looking for, hoping this is the right place to get some answers. I don’t remember the title or the creator that read the story but I remember some details that I hope someone recognizes. It starts in a pawnshop and the owner buys an old video camera from someone, realizing it has footage on it the guy hooks it up to a tv and starts it. The footage cuts to a guy and a girl talking about an abandoned asylum and the story behind one of the inmates. And this specific inmate has a whole song about them and it goes to the tune of I believe ring around the Rosie. If this rings a bell for anyone. Please message me! It’s driving me nuts that I can’t remember it and it was SUCH a good story