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Scary stories and creepy pasta, Ibadan (2026)

03/11/2022

Dreams That Can Kill:

You have probably heard the phrase “If you die in your dream, you die in real life”. I have always been skeptical of this phrase. I’ve never thought that phrase was logical. How does a figment of your imagination cause your mortal self to die? I kept believing that a dream was a dream, and nothing in your dreams actually happened unless it was some sort of flashback. But that all changed when I decided to create my own sleep experiment. Because of that experiment, I now believe that it is possible to lose your life from a terrifying experience in your dream. Do you want to know my story? Go ahead. Read on. But you might regret knowing of my experience…

I have always had a scientific mind. I analysed everything and thought of other possibilities before I came to a conclusion. Thus, I was an honour roll student. Straight A’s in all of my classes except Gym. Boy, how I hated physical activity. Anyways, because of my highly inquisitive, scientific mind, I have always been a skeptic of many theories and superstitions. No matter how much proof there is to back up a theory, I know that eventually, there will be a factor that completely destroys that theory. You could say I’m a little crazy because Isaac Newton’s Laws of Motion are extremely accurate, but that’s just the way I see the world. So now you know why I don’t believe how the phrase “if you die in your dreams, you die in real life” could possibly be logical. But of course, my scientific mind decided to test it. For one week, I decided to do nothing but watch horror films and read creepypasta to trigger paranoia and cause nightmares. Hopefully, I would trigger a nightmare that causes me to die, and eventually wake up, thus disproving that superstition. And so this experiment began…

Sunday, June 3rd, 2012

So today, I spent over 10 hours watching classic horror films and reading creepy pasta. I have to admit, the stories were quite unnerving,
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31/10/2022

Eight Feet Tall:

Excerpt: Eight Feet Tall or “Hachishakusama” is a Japanese urban legend about a tall woman who abducts children. She is 8ft tall, wears a long white dress and makes a sound like “Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”

My grandparents lived in Japan. Every Summer, my parents would take me there on holiday to visit them. They lived in a small village and they had a big backyard. I loved to play there during the Summer. When we arrived, my grandparents always welcomed me with open arms. I was their only grandchild, so they spoiled me.

The last time I saw them was the Summer when I was 8 years old.

As usual, my parents booked a flight to Japan and we drove from the airport to my grandparents house. They were delighted to see me and had a lot of little presents to give me. My parents wanted to have some time by themselves, so after a few days, they took a trip to another part of Japan, leaving me in the care of my Grandma and Grandpa.

One day, I was playing out in the backyard. My grandparents were inside the house. It was a hot Summer’s day and I lay down on the grass to rest. I stared up at the clouds and enjoyed the feeling of the soft rays of the sun and the gentle breeze. Just as I was about to get up, I heard a strange sound.

“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”

I didn’t know what it was and it was hard to figure out where it was coming from. It sounded almost like somebody was making the noise themselves… as if they were just saying, “Po…Po… Po…” over and over again in a deep, masculine voice.

I was looking around, searching for the source of the noise when I suddenly noticed something on top of the tall hedges that enclosed the backyard. It was a straw hat. It wasn’t resting on the hedge, it was behind it. That’s where the sound was coming from.

“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”

Then, the hat began to move, as if someone was wearing it. The hat stopped at a small gap in the hedge and I could see a face peering through. It was a woman.
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30/10/2022

6 Words:

Excerpt: Scary stories in 6 words.

Same field, fresh grave, new victim.

Driving alone. Feel hand on shoulder.

Scratching heard… from inside the coffin.

The homecoming queen never came home.

He saved the eyes for last.

“Lizzie, have you seen the axe?”

Human flesh tastes just like pork.

Ice cold hands around your neck.

Distant scream cut off. Footsteps approach.

You’ve been bitten. Only cure: Headshot.

Her remains were found, expertly butchered.

Sliding through the window, it grinned.

Dead eyes peering from your closet.

Noise downstairs. You wait. Too late.

Zombies return to reclaim transplanted organs.

The bomb drops. Everyone becomes ash.

Spaceship passes black hole. Sucked in.

No heaven. No hell. Wander forever.

Under full moon, I was transformed.

You throw up. Slugs come out.

Spacewalk. Lifeline snaps. Astronaut drifts away.

The screaming was ended with knife.

Garlic and wooden stake? Now naive.

Kiss me before you kill me.

I like children. They taste fresh.

Beneath the ground, the body moved.

Haunted house. Split up. “Let’s explore!”

At death’s door… It stands ajar.

He escaped… from a lunatic asylum.

Plane loops the loop… Engine stalls.

“Hello beautiful!” “Goodbye loser!” Hello stalker.

The spiders hatch… inside your cheek.

There were ten. Only one left.

Dark night. Flat tire. Wolf howls.

Doctor gave you 24 hours. Yesterday.

Behind that door… blood and gore.

“Help!” she cried. Only silence answered.

Teacher was murdered. School ends early.

With the coffin buried, you awoke.

I saw him die… Didn’t I?

Tied to the tracks… Train coming.

It is standing right behind you!

911 what’s your emergency?… Hello?… Hello?

Scariest thing of all? Your reflection.

Then someone turned on the light…

Awoke from dream. Still living nightmare.

You accidentally pushed the wrong button.

Bite into apple. Half a worm.

“Cut the red wire? I’m colorblind!”

Buried on Monday. Die on Tuesday.

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28/10/2022

HE leads THEM:

As you learn things, you notice things

As you notice things, you learn things

As you learn more, more becomes real to you

And as more becomes real to you, the more you notice.

As I write this I sit at my desk trembling, this all started with that stupid game!

Play it he said, it will be fun, he said.

My best friend told me to play this well known horror game called Slender, and I figured- Hey, why not, sounds fun- and it was. I played it quite a few times that night. And that got me onto playing another horror game called Amnesia. I could hardly play that, because I’ve always had the worst nerves.

Then, my girlfriend showed me creepypasta, making fun of my nerves. And that’s when it started going downhill.

I read it, for some reason compelled to. I could only read it at night, past midnight. And after I found it, it showed up everywhere.

I figured it was the normal thing to do, right?

It probably was.

And unless I’m completely different, I was scared sh*tless about everything.

I still am.

But that’s only because I started noticing them.

I look out my window and see them.

Swarming around my apartment.

The ones I read, and watched.

I don’t know if its in my head, or real. As I write this I can hear the banging on the steps leading to the front door of my apartment. The statue in my bedroom window is staring at me, and I’ve already smashed my VCR and painted over my mirrors. I hide in my covers every night with the light turned on, willing myself to keep my eyes open and sleep with them that way. It never works, but I still find myself alive and well the next morning. But at night I hear them, I see them. I can feel their presence.

When you know them, you notice them.

I shouldn’t even be writing this – if it’s not my imagination then I could be putting you in serious danger. Because it wasn’t until I started thinking it could be real that I noticed them. And HE lead

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28/10/2022

Deeper Darkness:

There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all, do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.

Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. “It is done.”

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath…

28/10/2022

5 Words:

Excerpt: Scary stories in 5 words.

Just saw my reflection blink.

Living alone… Toilet seat warm.

There’s a skeleton inside you!

Alone in bed… Blanket shifts.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Monday…

You didn’t kill that spider.

It enjoys watching you sleep.

My shadow walked past me.

Zombies learn to use guns.

10 missed calls from Mom.

Swimming… Something touched my foot.

Your internet history is public.

Last person alive hears knocking.

It was a cannibal snowman!

That door was just closed.

Freddy is outside your window.

Everyone you know will die.

That clown called your name.

Text from boyfriend: “I’m dead.”

The devil wants your soul!

“A dingo ate my baby!”

Calls came from inside house.

Why is one knife missing?

Not paranoid. They’re after me!

If they wake up… RUN!

Her heart stopped. She didn’t.

Wife screams… At her funeral.

You awake suddenly, burried alive.

Home alone… Smell strange fart.

27/10/2022

Human Chair:

Excerpt: The Human Chair is a scary story about a strange person who carries out a very disturbing plan. It is based on an old Japanese story by Edogawa Rampo.

Hello. What you are about to read will shock you. I need to confess the strange and terrible crime I have committed and I can’t bear to keep my secret any longer. I beg you not to stop reading.

For years, I have hidden myself away from the world. You see, I am hideously ugly… Too ugly to describe. You would be shocked and horrified at the sight of my face. I was a miserable and wretched creature, because I never knew love. I never felt the affectionate touch of a hand or the warm feeling of a pair of lips brushing against mine.

I was a carpenter by trade and I worked all day in a factory, making furniture. My specialty is making chairs. My skilled hands carved the wood, screwed the pieces together, fashioned the back-rests and arm-rests and did the upholstry, padding the cushions and sewing the covers. As I worked, I felt like an artist creating a great masterpiece.

When my chairs were finished, I would always test them out to make sure they were comfortable. It gave me a great thrill to imagine all the different people who would sit on the chair I created. Unlike me, they had wonderful, happy lives. They had someone they loved and who would love them back. Every time I thought of them, I felt nothing but misery and despair.

One day, I was designing a new type of chair and, as I worked, a very strange idea began to take form in my mind. I changed the design and made a hollow space inside. It was a cavity large enough to fit a human body. Of course, I had to take out a lot of the wooden framework and the springs inside.

The knees would be just below the seat, the head and upper body would be inside the back-rest. Someone could sit inside the chair and no one would ever know they were there.
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26/10/2022

ShortStory

UNEDITED❤

It was finally the day of our mini wedding and the Bishipu ceremony. This ceremony is performed by our people who worship the other side, Lucifer( that people consider evil).I was so exhausted from all the praying and fasting but I needed my plan to work. There was no way I could sell my soul just for riches.

My family deeply believed that I was destined to be the world's greatest top rank demon that ever existed should I die.

Let me give you a little background about myself.
I was born and raised in the remote village of Ogubwa in Libya. Nobody really knows about this village because it's in a hidden area. I was raised by both my parents.

I never attended any school until I decided to run out of home when I was 13. Running, I didn't know where I was going because we were in nowhere and I never stepped foot out of our village. To my suprise, our village was not very far from the city. It took me 23 hours of walking to finally see new faces and breathe different air.

In the city, I lived in the streets until I met another white man who provided a shelter for me, clothed me and fed me. He also taught me how to read and write and that's when I enrolled in a night school. I also started attending Universal church, though the man I lived with opposed that decision.

Life was actually good until he proposed to me. Mind you, there was a 38 years age gap between us but I did not mind.

When I turned 20, he bought me a car and a house and he told me that he has a suprise for me. I was beyond happy. It was like a miracle, coming from nowhere to being here.

My only mistake was agreeing to see this suprise. He led me to his car and we drove off. We were in the road for about 3 hours then I fell alseep.

Waking up, I was in a dark room and the only source of light was the red lightbulb. Seeing the smirk in my mom's face literally disgusted me and at the same time got me scared.

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24/10/2022

Squidward:

Excerpt: The Squidward creepypasta is a scary story about the animated TV show Spongbob Squarepants. It is mainly known under the titles “Squidward’s Suicide”, “Squidward’s Death”, “Squidward Dies” or “Suicidal Squidward”.

As you may be aware, Spongebob Squarepants is a popular animated TV series that is broadcast on Nickelodeon. It began airing in 1999 and featured cartoon characters such as Spongebob and his friend with tentacles, Squidward. It is one of Nickelodeon’s highest-rated shows and is currently the longest-running series on the channel.

Despite being one of the best-loved cartoons on TV, few people are aware of a very disturbing incident that occurred in Nickelodeon’s animation studios, during the production of the series a few years ago.

In 2005, Nickelodeon’s animation studios had recently completed production on the SpongeBob movie and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity so it took them longer to begin work on the new season of TV episodes. The delay lasted much longer than it should have due to a very upsetting problem with the first episode of Season 4.

The lead animators and sound editors were in the editing room to review the final cut of S04E01. They received a copy of the episode and gathered around the screen to watch. The title of the episode was supposed to be “Fear of a Krabby Patty”, but when the title card came up on the screen, it read, “Squidward’s Suicide”. Everyone in the room was more than a little confused.

The Spongebob Squarepants theme tune played as usual and the episode began with Squidward practicing on his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes. SpongeBob was laughing and Squidward stopped playing to yell at him to keep it down as he had a concert that night and needed to practice. SpongeBob said OK and went with Patrick to see Sandy. The bubbles splash screen came up, followed by the end of Squidward’s concert.

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24/10/2022

You’d fallen asleep to late-night television, but curiously woke up to the sounds of the static playing on the T.V. As you sit up, rubbing your eyes, you read the scrawling words of the Emergency Broadcast System “This is just a test – This is just a test – This is just a test…” You glance at the clock. 3:33. Yawning, the television catches your eye, and as you watch, the EBS say something different, “This is just a test – This is just a test – You are being watched – This is just a test…”

22/10/2022

I’m a first year resident at the local hospital, so I often work long hours and I’m always sleep-deprived. I do make decent money, if not nearly as much as a licensed doctor, but on account of student loans I live in a crappy apartment.

The bedroom of this apartment is tiny and the only spot for my dresser is immediately to the right of the entrance. It’s just a bit too long for the space, so the door only opens halfway before it starts pressing against the corner of the dresser, and it makes an awful splintering noise when you’ve gone too far. This happened often enough my first month here that I’ve already left some big dimples in the wood. Outside, the bathroom is down the hall on the left, the living room to the right. The hallway is just wide enough for the bedroom door, with a couple of inches leeway on either side for the frame.

Why is this important?

About two weeks ago, the door to my bedroom moved. I’m not sure how else to describe it. I had just worked my second thirty-hour shift in three days, and on four hours of sleep I was getting up for another one. When I pulled open the bedroom door something struck me as off, and it took me a minute to realize what it was– the door had opened completely. I looked to see what had happened, discovering that while my dresser was still flush against both walls, there was an extra inch of space between the dresser and the door.

I shrugged, chalked it up to some fluke of the apartment walls, and proceeded down the hall to shower before heading into work. When I got home thirty hours later, exhausted and desperate for sleep, the door was pushing against the dresser same as always.

Nothing unusual happened for a couple of days, but on Thursday morning I was going out for another long shift when the door opened even wider. It looked like the doorway had shifted even farther left, far enough that I could see a half-inch of the hallway wall sticking out beyond the door frame.

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