February 2012
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A land of grass and hills.
And then she came onto a land of grass and hills.
She had been certain the wasteland was never going to end. Grey deserts and fields of slate. Howling wind. Hot days and freezing nights. And then the mountains had come, silent, distant. Black teeth on the horizon. She had been forced to go south for miles before finding a reasonable pass over their heights.
By the time she had made it down over...
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Infinite Regress
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Animal instincts, animal extracts. Bone powders and bone grinds. Strike the bone against the flint. Forty-degree angle, eight hundred pounds per square inch. Extract a blade. Fasten the blade to a branch. Becomes a spear. The spear enters flesh. The spear enters bone. The spear sits behind an inch of glass. The spear glimmers benign under spotlights. Eyes click in their sockets, following its...
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Dead Rat
June stared at the dead rat in her closet, at a loss. For months she’d been hearing it scuttle around her apartment at night, little feet on the hardwood floor, droppings in to morning to mark where it’d been. With disdain she’d sweep up the little black pellets with her hand broom and deposit them in the trash. Almost every morning. So often it’d nearly become routine.
The mousetrap that had...
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CreepyPasta: The Thing That Stalks The Fields →
dontfallasleep-youmaynotwakeup:
It was a few weeks ago that the hay bales started creeping slowly away from the house. Every morning when I woke up, each had moved a few hundred feet from where it was before. I assumed it was pranksters with nothing better to do, and I so I ignored it. Within a few days, though, the bales…
This is one of the better pieces of creepypasta I’ve read....
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I just wanted to give a shout-out to Fuck Yeah Slenderman for posting my story Distant Memories and Le Creepy Pasta for posting my stories Watch and Concerning Unprotected Sex. Thanks guys!
- Jamie Kinn
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Watch
It had been watching her for nearly three months now and she was doing her best to ignore it. “It’s not real,” she told herself over and over again. “It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.” But no matter how many times she said it, how many times she thought it, the thing never went away.
It had started in the bathroom, as she was getting ready to take the kids to school: She’d just stepped...
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The Screen
Eric had been single for nearly two years. In that time he’d gone on blind dates, tried talking to strangers and had even toyed around with idea of signing up for a few dating websites. All of these had fallen through, in the end. A combination of chickening out, bad timing and, ultimately, bad luck.
Or that’s what he liked to tell himself, anyway. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that it had...
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Distant memories...
Distant memories that breach at the most unexpected times, like an ancient whale coming up for air after a hundred-year meditation. Suddenly I remember. It all comes back to me in a single instant:
It started with the sickness.
Gray clouds blanket the sky, the smell of the ocean on the wind, carrying salt. I am no older than six or seven. I’ve been sick for almost two weeks, wracked nightly with...
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I decided that because, hell, Slenderman is the only thing in recent memory that scares the living shit out of me, I’d take a stab at contributing a piece to his mythos. The dude is freaky and Marble Hornets, rough parts aside, is still one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen. I needed to show a little love, so I threw this piece together real quick (took me about two hours, haha).
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January 2012
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Electronica
The flesh splinters and fragments. Fibrous. The grips latch on to fingertips, a light slices a hole to the bone, the gips pull back, peeling the skin and tendons. Bone glistens pink under antiseptic lights. The sweat pours down his face. He uses his other hand to wipe it away. He feels no pain, but he’s shaking anyway. He grins. His flesh is pulled away to the wrist. A ring lowers, twirls, the...
The new story is trucking along. I had one of those awful moments when I realized most of what I had written wasn’t working and I had to get rid of it. Prune its branches.
SO, in the meantime have this weird little prose poem I wrote a little while back. I’ve always had an obsession with people replacing themselves with something else, bit by bit, and this is a small exploration into...
I’m starting a new story. If it decides to stay as it is, expect it to be about electronics and the internet. As it stands, I don’t know where it’ll want to go, though, so no promises, haha.
If I can power through it, I’ll try to post it tonight, otherwise it’ll be up in the next day or two. BE EXCITED.
Edit: Yeah, so I don’t even know what this story is about...
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Gwei, part 4
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It took David a few hours after work to find a hardware store while trying to cope with the seemingly impenetrable language barrier, then buy paint with money he still didn’t understand and then find the right train to bring it all the way back to his building.
He’d found that during the night his eyes had grown worse. The color of his lids had deepened to a glossy black and what looked like...
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Gwei, part 3
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Today had not gone as smoothly as the day before. Between his scare last night, the lack of sleep, and the horror show that had been his morning, David had performed poorly at best. He had kept staring into space, losing focus while his coworkers talked to him and had even once snapping at his boss—though he’d apologized so profusely to him afterwards he’d actually made the man...
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Gwei, part 2
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Work was pretty much what he expected. He left his building early in the morning, receiving only a smattering of strange stares from his fellow tenants. He took the train down to his office over in Central and Western—the business district of Hong Kong, and, David thought, maybe a nice place to live down the line. It was a lengthy ride that took him into Hong Kong Island down south. His...
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Gwei, part 1
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When David was asked if he would like to relocate to Hong Kong, he told them he would have to think about it. When they told him the pay and what he would be doing, he told them to keep talking. When they told him they would cover all the expenses for the move and that they already had an apartment set up if he wanted it, David told them to give him fifteen minutes.
He paced down the hall on his...
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Introductions
Well!
Now that I officially have two stories up, I figure I might as well introduce myself. My name is Jamie Kinn and I write the stories in this here blog. It’s not all I write, but short horror is what I naturally stray towards. So when it came time to making a blog, my choice was obvious.
I write as much as I can in my spare time and so I’m aiming to make this a semi-regularly...
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Max, Across the Hall
This is a true story. Honest to god. There aren’t many promises I can make to you, through that flickering computer screen of yours, but this is one of them. And if you don’t believe me, then, well, tough shit.
He had a pointed face, a jaw like the blade of a plow and eyes that spoke in ancient tongues. They were yellow. I kid you not, lemon yellow. He lived in the apartment across the hall from...
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Concerning unprotected sex...
His alarm clock said it was 4:04 am. Anders wasn’t sure if it was the dog barking next door or the strange girl sitting on his chest that had woken him up. He looked around blearily and tried to sit up but the girl put her hand on his forehead and pressed him back to his pillow. “Down, boy.”
“Who are you?” Anders asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “How did you get into my room?” The girl...