About a week ago, I found out that someone I graduated high school with had died - overdose, the rumor goes. I hadn’t spoken to the kid for maybe three years; would barely consider him a friend. But still, we had grown up together, known each other for at least sixteen years. It’s incredible how close you can feel to someone you expected to never see again.

His family created a scholarship in his memory. What else can you do?

About a year ago, a guy I used to date killed himself. He had told me once, two years back, that he could never tell his family he was gay - most certainly not his parents. His dad would kill him.

I found out he was dead from a heart wrenching Facebook post his dad wrote on his page, about god reclaiming the biggest blessing He’d ever given. I’d guess he never found out. But hell if I know.

I’m 21 and my friends keep dying.

I was talking to a mutual friend about the suicide, four months back. He said the deader had called…

Normally when I work at night I flip to a cooking show and start watching that. There are only so many work related things to read, and everyone knows that I am more into footwear than technology anyways. Sometimes I watch a game, the Milwaukee Bucks have been on a hot streak lately, the Bradley Center of my youth has been replaced by the Fiserv Forum (few things smach of North American hubris as the naming of ballparks and convention centers after companies with more money than good taste in naming…

A creepypasta story written by Kerry Hammond under the name searchandrescuewoods. Each part of the story is a collection of brief anecdotal tales told by a Search and Rescue Officer with the United States Forest Service. They can be summed up simply: The forest is more dangerous than you know. And avoid the staircases. 

You know, the standard advice I have for most creepypasta is to just say, go read it. They're short, they're creepy, they're fun. They won't take you long to…