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They say that everyone has a doppelganger, but meeting one will mean your doom. I used to believe that was just some stupid urban legend until that horrific day. It happened after a long day of working at a crappy fast food place with an equally abysmal salary. The customers were acting belligerent as usual and the manager barked orders at all the workers like we were his slaves. I hated every second of working there, but I had to put up with it because I had bills to pay. The end of my shift couldn’t come fast enough that day. I marched out of that dump and headed to the nearest train station to return home. I live in a major city so just about everywhere is packed with people, especially in a train station late in the afternoon. That wasn’t the case this time. The station was quiet to the point of being uncanny. There was always some ambient noise of chaotic city life blaring at all times, but at that moment, not a soul could be heard or seen. " Where the hell is everyone?" I muttered out loud. No commuters were in sight despite this being one of the busiest times of the day. To make things even more bewildering, the entire station was immaculately clean. It was pristine to perfection. Anyone who has been to New York knows that place is practically one huge cesspool of filth, rats, and bad attitudes. This was like an entirely different world. Taking full advantage of the lack of booth workers and security guards, I hopped the turnstile and made my way to the platform.  I usually get a jolt of adrenaline from fare evading without getting caught, but that feeling was gone for obvious reasons. Once I boarded my train after it arrived, my eyebags felt like they were made of lead. Dealing with rudeass customers all day must've really drained all my energy. It's not like I had anything better to do so I sat down and nodded off for a bit. I remember having this weird feeling before going to sleep. The train was just as barren as everything else but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I tried searching around for someone but the sweet embrace of sleep had me hooked. I remember jerking up awake to the loud hum of static blaring in my ears. It was the same kind of static you would hear from a broken TV. I thought the train speakers must've been malfunctioning until I heard a strange voice come to life.  " We are currently receiving countless reports of an unidentified hostile organism that we'll refer to as "Alternates". Until we have a complete understanding of the threat, it's important to stay home, lock all doors and windows, and have access to a loaded firearm or any ranged weapon at all times. You will know if an alternate exists solely based on their physical characteristics: If you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide. If you see a person that has a biologically impossible characteristic, run away and hide. If one manages to break into your home, refrain from any kind of communication or contact with the threat.  These intelligent lifeforms utilize elements of psychological warfare to take advantage of their victims. While we heavily discourage any form of contact or communication with an Alternate, we make exceptions at attempts to executing them yourself." What the hell was that? Hostile organisms? Alternates? Whatever that announcement was sounded more like a sci-fi movie plot rather than something you'd hear on the train. I almost passed it off as a prank, which would help explain why the station was so deserted, but I thought better of it. There was no way anyone could convince a bunch of New Yorkers to miss their train just for some stupid prank. This was the city where everyone was in a rush to head absolutely nowhere at any given moment. It also didn’t make sense for the MTA workers to leave their positions unattended. What exactly was going on here? " Hello Eric." My blood turned into ice at that moment. I heard it. I heard... my own voice call out to me. I jerked my head to the left and saw a hooded man towering over me. For a brief second I was relieved that there was finally someone else here. Then I realized that this stranger knew my name. Even more important than that, he looked just like me. The same red hoodie. Battered blue jeans. Black Converse shoes. It was the exact outfit I was wearing and though the raised hood obscured his face, I could see we shared the same looks as well. It was like staring into a mirror. " W-Who are you?" I stammered. No response. The man silently stood there while locking his gaze with mine. His cold, soulless eyes bore into me like he was a doll. I got up from my seat and tried distancing myself from him, but he had other plans. " Please don't run, Eric. I miss you."  This time it was my grandmother's voice. She was the closest thing I had to mom up until she passed away a few years ago. Hearing her voice after so long, coming from a creature like that, broke something inside me.  I began crying without even realizing it. Heavy streams of tears poured down my terrified face.  Despite the train coming to a stop, none of the doors would open. I tried in vain to pry them open.  " Please don't leave me. I've missed you for so long. Don't you love me? Let me love you." The creature spoke in my grandmother's voice again and it was edging closer to me. Its facial features distorted heavily with each passing second. I could see the bastard's eyes narrow and its neck elongate like it was made of rubber. It charged right at me, and with nowhere to go, I had to brace myself for a fight. Once it tackled me to the ground, we began trading punches and kicks as we fought for our survival. It was strong, but I refused to die there. I battled against the pain and used its long neck to my advantage. It made for a major weak point, so I jammed my housekeys right into its throat, letting the blood splash everywhere.  The creature grabbed at its would and took that as an opportunity to go for the kill. I bashed that thing's head against the floor until my knees rested in a pool of blood. I felt the creature go limp in my hands, a sign of victory.  Eventually, the train doors opened, allowing me to haul it out of there. Once I got out of the station the familiar sounds of the city back to me. The streets were littered with crowds of people walking in every direction as  impatient drivers burned rubber on the asphalt. The city had returned back to its normal self. I caught a glimpse of myself in a store window and saw that all of my wounds were gone. There wasn’t even any blood on my clothes. To this day, I haven't told anyone about what happened in that train station. I like to pretend it never happened even though it still haunts me. I've heard internet legends of people who supposedly slipped into alternate realities. These realities allegedly mirror ours but have enough differences to create an uncanny effect. I don't know what triggered my trip to that other world and I'm not sure I want to find out. Riding the train doesn't feel the same anymore. There's always this unsettling feeling in the back of my mind that I'll slip into that other world again. I don't know what I'll do if I have to meet another doppelganger.
Let Us Prey - Book 1, Ch 2 (M/F dark vore-romance) by LadyNefalum, literature
Literature
Let Us Prey - Book 1, Ch 2 (M/F dark vore-romance)
Of course I can't get the normal demon like a vampire or somethin. No-oh, I have to get the next-gen model that takes it to the next level. Jesus fucking Christ. Just my luck. With a grunt, Heather swiveled around to face her laptop. It had felt silly and sophomoric at the time, but with the feverish spasm of nightmares crescendoing, and the one-year anniversary of her unfated escape fast approaching, she had felt compelled to try. And try she did, slapping together a phrase that she thought would serve her purpose. Demon Nightmares May 2nd, 8 AM EST - Chapter 1 comes to life It will be read on the book podcast, The Grove https://open.spotify.com/show/3rsTuF38Mfexvo6ZWQR8lE?si=116c0c69e85545c5 CHAPTER INDEX Book One Chapter 1 - The One That Got Away Chapter 2 - The Male Predator /Not A Vampire Chapter 3 - The Shephard Boy Chapter 4 - Her Hidey-Hole Chapter 5 - One Year Hence Chapter 6 - Coffee, My First Love Chapter 7 - His Prey Drive, Her Pills Chapter 8 -
Hailey always saw herself becoming a famous movie star one day. She felt assured that she had the alluring physique and charming personality to blow away the audience. So why had Hollywood ignored her? Hailey sent in countless video additions to several film studios in her neighborhood, but most of them simply ignored her. The few offers she did receive were background roles in forgettable B-movies. It was all some sick joke. Couldn't the world see what an amazing star she was destined to become? Hailey assured herself she had all the qualities to become a famous celebrity so there was no reason she was so overlooked. Still, she subjected herself to those miserable roles for the sake of building a resume. It was so degrading for her to star in those trashy exploitation films. The scripts were always lackluster and the other actors just phoned everything in. Hailey felt that the producers should be honored to have someone as talented as her in their presence. After years of trudging through several low quality movies, Hailey finally saw her big break. There was a lead role for an upcoming movie that while still low budget, it was part of a franchise that had a significant online presence and several forms of merchandise.  Finally, she was going to shine! She headed to the audition where she gave it her all. She showed the director named Faust her years of practice and performed each line with genuine emotion. For additional support, she donned a revealing outfit that was sure to have the director's eyes glued on her. Hailey thought she'd be a shoe in for sure. It was to her dismay that the lead role was handed someone named Summer Witherspoon. Hailey recognized her from the several community acting workshops she attended. God, was she such a showoff. Always buttering up to directors and giving them little gifts at the end of the day. Hailey was certain she probably slept her way to the top and that made her go red in the face. It wasn't for moral reasons; she was just mad she hadn't done it first. Hailey wasn't going to let this get her down. No. She had something sinister planned. One day she hit Summer up on social media and played nice with her. She told her how estatic she was for her and congratulated Summer for landing the role. The two took to a local coffee shop further chat things up. Summer felt a vein bulge in her head as Summer yapped on about how stellar her career had been and all the amazing opportunities she reveived.  ' Those roles were supposed to be mine,' Hailey thought to herself. ' You have no idea how privileged you are.' Barely surpressed venom flared in her eyes. Once Summer excused herself to the bathroom, Hailey made her move by stirring a pill in Summer's drink. It was a higly potent drug that was sure to have Summer out of commission for a while. Hailey barely suppressed her snickering as she watched the woman finish her drink. The effects were quick. Summer began slurring her words while struggling to keep her eyelids open. Playing the role of a caring friend, Hailey offered to drive Summer home. Such an easy victory. Hailey dropped the sleeping Summer off at her house and made sure to block the director's number from Summer's phone. With Summer being a no show at the follow-up audition,  Faust naturally went with Hailey. Satisfaction shone on her face after her hard earned victory. When Hailey asked when they would start filming,  the director surprised her by announcing that it would happen the following night. She hadn't expected for things to move so quickly but she definitely wasn't complaining. The director gave her the time and address of the film shoot before going on his way. **** Hailey arrived at the shoot the following day with a lump of anxiety growing in her chest. The location of the shoot was a dilapidated looking building with a heavy coat of dirty and grime. It looked far too grungy to be a film set. Did she misread the address? No, maybe this was all for the sake of atmosphere. She was going to star in a horror movie so Hailey figured the director wanted an authentic setting for the film. Still, Hailey wished he hadn't chosen such a sketchy neighborhood. She felt as if some vagrant or violent criminal could pop up from any corner.  Steeling her nerves, Hailey entered the building and felt a chilling wind crash into her face. She clutched her arms as she scanned her surroundings. A heavy layer of dust coated every surface of the lobby. It seemed that the building was an apartment that has long been abandoned. "Hello?" Hailey asked weakly in hopes of alerting Faust. She waited and waited but the man never arrived. She double checked her phone to see if she made a mistake, but no, she was right where she needed to be. 《 Hey I'm at the set. Are you here?》 She texted Faust in hope of finally getting a response. She paced around the lobby several times until she heard the faint sound of footsteps overhead. " Faust?" She muttered almost to herself. " I understand that you're a busy man, but my time is also valuable." A loud thud then reverberated throughout the building, causing Hailey's entire body to flinch. She looked upwards as the footsteps slowly approached the staircase to her left. Hailey neared the staircase in hopes of finally getting the film started with Faust, but what she saw instead made her blood run cold. A man wearing a porcelain mask and a black jumpsuit came charging at her while brandishing a knife. Hailey barely had time to comprehend what was happening before her body took off running. A small part of her hoped this was some weird form of method acting to get her acclimated to the role. She could feel the knife slice away at her back, the blade just barely missing her skin. Her heart beat against her chest with so much intensity that Hailey feared it would burst. She was just about to ascend a flight of stairs when her assailant yanked her arm and threw her to the ground with tremendous force. She felt her brain rattle when the back of her head slammed against the decrepit wood floor. Hailey's vision grew blurry in that moment but she could still make out the attacker raising their knife before plunging it down. Hailey clutched her purse and used it as a shield to block the strike. The blade protruded from the other end on the purse, only inches away from her face. With the attacker temporarily stunned, Hailey kicked the man in the crotch and took off sprinting towards the door. Her hand grabbed at the knob to no avail. The door was locked tight and refused to move.  " Shit!" She cursed her luck before dashing down the end of the hall and into one of the many vacant rooms. She hoped that there would be a window she could escape out off. Using the flashlight of her phone, she illuminated her immediate surroundings only to instantly regret doing so. All around her was a collection of what looked to be mannequins. They were all dressed in ornate darkly colored clothes that contrasted against their pale skin. The craftmanship for the mannequins were impeccable. Their proportions were perfectly humanoid down to the texture of their skin. Except... something about it was wrong. The contorted expressions of fear on their faces was far too visceral to come from plastic. The same could be said for the color of their eyes and the texture of their hair. It was too perfect to be an imitation. With shaky hands, Hailey gave one of the mannequins a pinch on the cheek amd shrieked in horror when she felt the flesh move. " Don't look so shocked. You'll be the newest addition to my collection. " Searing paim clouded Hailey's mind as a knife was embedded deep into her back. Her body went limp and went crashing straight to the floor. The last thing she saw that day was Faust looking down at her with the widest of grins. ********   Somewhere in the underbelly of the city, a black van drove down several vacant streets until reaching it destination. Within the van are several prized goods that will sell for a fortune. The driver of the van parks the van in front of a modest two story home where his loyal customer eagerly awaits him. The driver leaves the van with the product by his side. The customer greets him and hands the man and generous wad of cash. " So what's the story of this cutie over here?" He asked. Faust was all too eager to answer. " Oh, its just the usual tale of a beautiful woman paying the price of stardom. I'm sure you’ll enjoy her quite well.  Hailey sat in a wheelchair, her eyes seemingly devoid of life and her body stock-still. Her hair and clothes were pretty enough that she could pass for a doll. Her lips haven't moved in quite some time, but there was never a moment she wasn't pleading to be relased from her captivity. This was her new life. A human doll that was the star in some man's sick fantasy.
October the 31st Ch. 2 by PaleoBeastEnt, literature
Literature
October the 31st Ch. 2
Chapter 2: Perfect Life The rays of the April spring sun brought life into a small but cozy condominium bedroom. Christian Wayne, a young man in his late twenties, entered the bedroom carrying a tray of scrambled eggs sprinkled with cheddar cheese and buttered bagels on the side. He sat it on top of the bed sheets but noticed that the special someone he cooked it for was not sleeping in it. His wife, Tanya, stepped out of the bathroom after finishing putting her red hair up into a ponytail. Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted the tray of food her husband made for her. Christian grinned with pride. “Well? What do you think?” Tanya’s face grew a smile. “You made all this for me?” “How does it feel being married for a whole year?” Tanya chuckled in response. “Now settle down, Christian, we’re not quite there yet.” Christian shrugged. “I don’t know Tanya; a week goes by faster than you think. Besides, the bagels were about to go bad.” Tanya’s eyes grew softer as she
Twisted Metal Creepypasta- Lost files by endlessloth123, literature
Literature
Twisted Metal Creepypasta- Lost files
I used to love playing Twisted Metal. Its vehicular combat style gameplay made it a huge contrast from other videogames on the market and the characters had a lot of charm to them. My favorite character out of all of them was definitely Sweet Tooth. His unrepentant brutality and wise-cracking mouth made him an instant icon of the series. He's more or less the mascot of the franchise and it's hard to imagine a twisted metal game without him. Playing the game as a kid, he scared the hell out of me, but now, I can't help admiring him as a villain. One day I found myself growing nostalgic for the killer clown so I decided to boot up my old PS2 to play my favorite game in the series, TM Black. I inserted the disc into the console but nothing happened. I repeated this process several times only to reach the same result. The unfortunate reality that my game disc was damaged then dawned on me. This naturally pissed me off since I invested countless hours into this near masterpiece. All was not lost however. I knew of a comic book shop that specialized in selling old and obscure media. Their videogame selection was paltry, but I figured it was the fastest way to get the game at a reasonable price. It took a long but well worth it train ride to downtown Toronto to reach my destination. I clenched firmly to the hood of my coat as the harsh winter winds collided with my face. Snowfall was sure to come soon so hunkering down in my apartment with my favorite game was looking ideal. Greg, the owner of the shop, stared daggers into me as soon as I arrived. He's kinda weird like that. He had this shaggy black hair and heavy sunken eyes that made him look like the type of guy you'd bump into a dark alleyway. Greg's never really bothered me before so I tried not to pay him any mind. Still, it's hard not to wonder what goes on in his creepy little mind. The way he looks at female customers always gives the chills. I'd be surprised if he didn't have some kind of rap sheet. I walked past aisles of comics and headed straight to their modest videogame section. My eyes scanned on each title in my hunt for Black. To my dismay, it wasn't there. Did I come all this way for nothing? Not wanting to admit defeat just yet, I asked Greg if he had the game in stock. He just stared at me for a few seconds before giving a creepy smile and led me to the back of the shop. There was a whole row of games and dvds with pitch black covers. He handed me a case with " Twisted metal black" which was crudely drawn featuring a picture of Sweet Tooth. " What the heck is this?" I asked. " It's the game you wanted. It's a used copy so it didn't come with its original cover. Decided to give it a makeover," Greg replied in his gravely voice. I remained skeptical of the game's quality but bought it regardless. I joked to myself that this would be like owning a rare collector's item. My excitement lasted the entire train ride back home. I quickly inserted the disc inside my PlayStation and watched the screen come to life. Maybe it's because its been a while since I've played the game, but the intro was different from what I remembered. There was a much heavier focus on Sweet Tooth who was often seen slashing at unseen victims with his large knife. A blood splatter briefly appeared on the screen before the scene shifted to a blurry image of him sitting in an apartment room. This was incredibly strange because none of the games ever featured the characters in a home environment. Once the game finished booting up, I had the time of my life playing through sweet tooth's route. His story of being a serial killer clown who killed Calpyso in his own ending remained as iconic as ever. It felt so satisfying to finally turn the tables on that sadistic mastermind. My entertainment soon turned into confusion upon seeing the credits finish rolling and display the title " Twisted Metal Lost" on screen. What the hell was going on? TM Lost is a bonus feature that was only featured in special editions of TM Head-on so it should've been impossible for my copy of Black to have it. Greg definitely modded the disc but I wasn't complaining. Little surprises like this will always get a warm welcome from me. At least that's what I thought before finding out what the game truly had in store for me. Immediately after selecting the Lost mode, Sweet Tooth's guttural laugh blared from my speakers. The scene then showed Sweet Tooth running around in an asylum with his iconic cleaver in hand. Asylum workers would spawn sporadically throughout the stage and I controlled sweet tooth to cut them all up. I was loving this mod more and more with every second. It was like I was experiencing the true Sweet Tooth; a seasoned serial killer unrestricted by the confines of a car. He was free to slaughter indiscriminately and I was in full control of his mayhem. By the time I was done, the asylum was left painted in blood. Once the level was complete, the screen faded to black before an image of Sweet Tooth sitting in a wooden chair appeared. " Hello John. Having fun yet?" I felt my body jolt in surprise. Sweet Tooth had just said my name. Even if Greg modded this game, how could he know that I would be the one to buy it? Just how many more surprises did he have up his sleeve? " Looks to me like you've been having a helluva time cutting those pigs up. Can't say I blame ya. Just don't forget that this is still MY game and you have to play by my rules. This next level should be something very familiar. Let's play a game of hide and seek. You be the scared little lamb and I'll be the butcher that serves you on a platter. See you soon." A wicked cackle roared from my speakers before a loading screen of a smiling Sweet Tooth popped up. My blood ran cold when I saw what stage was next. It was my city. More specifically, it was a supermarket near my neighborhood. I find it hard to believe that Greg had only coincidently modded my neighborhood into one of my favorite games. Had he been stalking me? The attention to detail was immaculate. Greg had perfectly replicated the streets and stores surrounding the market down to the chips of paint on their signs. It was all so uncanny. I watched Sweet Tooth walk through the crowded streets while brandishing his cleaver without anyone noticing him. He was completely invisible to everyone but me. Sweet Tooth dashed down several blocks, gradually getting closer to my neighborhood. Fear swelled in my heart as Sweet Tooth approached my home with his bloody cleaver shining radiantly. I immediately unplugged my PS2 and locked my bedroom door. Bullets of sweat raced down my head as I ruminated about what just happened. Greg was one sick fuck for making something like this. Was this his idea of a joke? He must've been some sort of messed up stalker. Just as I was about to curse him out over the phone, a loud bang at more door froze me solid. It was a kind of unhinged, violent bang that made it clear whoever was on the other side had vile intentions. I weakly walked over to the peephole to see who it could be and I felt my blood turn to ice. Those baggy white pants and macabre mask were unmistakable. Sweet Tooth was at my door with his face mere inches away from the hole. What the hell was going on? I had no explanation for what I saw but there Sweet Tooth was looking like he wanted to make my head roll. I at first thought it was Greg continuing his prank on me but Sweet Tooth's physique is far too different. Greg was more on the lean side while Sweet Tooth is incredibly stocky. To make matters worse, this man's head was aflame and yet he didn't seem to be in the slightest bit of pain. I immediately barricaded my door with whatever furniture I had and locked myself in my upstairs bedroom. I grabbed my phone to call the cops but for some reason, it wasn't working. All I got was static on the speaker. I barely had time it wonder what was going on when I heard a loud crash come from downstairs. Loud stomps echoed throughout the apartment and quickly drew closer to me. My heart felt just about ready to burst from my chest. I couldn't believe that Sweet Tooth was about to kill me. The pounding at my door grew louder by the second and it felt like the walls were closing in on me. In my panic, I almost forgot about my fire escape. I dashed out of the window and to the metallic balcony just in time to hear my door burst open. Not taking a second to look back, I bolted down each ladder with frantic energy. My mind was focused solely on getting the hell out of there. Once my feet touched the concrete,  I was prepared to run to the nearest police station, but to my horror, Sweet Tooth had just landed right in front of me. He cackled a hideous laugh before the tip of his cleaver was embedded in my stomach. Mind numbing pain consumed every part of my mind and the only thing I could do was cry and puke up blood. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Sweet Tooth standing over me, laughing menacingly. ***** When I woke up, I could hardly believe I was still alive. I sat in a hospital room with a whole bunch of tubes connected to me. After the nurses let the police know I was awake, they came over to interrogate me. All I could tell them was that someone dressed as a clown broke into my apartment and tried to kill me. No way were they going to believe that some videogame character had come to life to annihilate me. It was obvious that the police search would lead nowhere. I never went back to the comic shop after that day.  Whoever Greg is, he's a creepy bastard that everyone should stay the hell away from. I can't even enjoy playing Twisted Metal anymore without thinking of that horrific incident. To anyone reading this, keep yourself safe and never go to the Magnifique Noir Comic shop.
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