Glitchy Black Creepypasta (Unknown Author)

So, as I have always been a fan of Pokemon, when Black came out I immediately went to my local Gamestop.


Sold out. So I went on eBay to find a used one, hard to find but I got it. This was apparently a ripoff copy, so it barely worked but it was somewhat playable. Until the next week. My level 35 Lillypup, (I don’t evolve that much) started to say “When will you pay attention to me, Zach?” Then this freaked me out. It knew my name. My Pokemon name is ALWAYS Silver. Then I thought maybe thought this was hacked and that this person’s name was Zach. So I let it go. Then then next day, I played it, normal, except I had Unown that spelled ZACH. I went on and thought the same thing. Bad idea. My Pokemon said “Bye Zach!” I looked at my trainer card…

No badges, my signature was gone, everything was gone. I reset and the only profile said “DIEZACH”


The worst decison? Clicking “A”.

I am now gone… Not here, in peace, I still don’t know to this day why I clicked the A button. I should of knew. At least it was quick and painless. I was found a week later in my room, With my DS in my hands, I died from suffocation.



The Hand

James was a caretaker at a cemetery,
and fairly unhappy with his job. He didn’t find his
pay very satisfactory. He often snuck jewelry
off the did and sold or pawned it. He made
a decent amount, enough to move out of
his shack on the cemetery grounds.

But it was still not enough for him. He still
wanted more, enough to quit his job and live
a little wilder and freer than he currently felt.
And one day, it seemed he caught a break
a rich lady would be buried in the cemetery
soon, and rumor had it she had a fake hand
made out of gold.

And indeed it was. It was a glorious sight to
behold. It didn’t function, but it didn’t have to.
All that mattered is how valuable it would be.
He removed the gems from around the wrist
and melted down the gold, and made a mold
to shape it like a bar. He sold it and picked
up a considerable sum.

That night however, James found himself
unable to sleep. The wind was too loud,
and seemed to be calling out for a hand. He
thought this was just him imagination playing
tricks on him, so he just watched some
television. But then the calling got louder.

“Who has my hand? Whoooooo?
Whooooooooooo?” James was startled by
that. And it kept getting louder. “Go away!
I don’t have your hand!” “Whooooo haaaas
myyyyy haaaaand? Whooooo? Whoooooo?”
James grabbed a pistol he kept for protection,
and then noticed a head coming out of the chimney.

“Gees lady! What do you have such big eyes
for?” James asked as soon as he saw her.
“Tooooo loooooook yooooou thrrrooough
and throoooooouuugh!” “Why do you
have such big teeth for?” “Tooooo griiiind
yooooooooooour booooooones!” “And why
is your remaining had made into a blade?”

At this, the lady jumped out of the chimney and
cut of James arm, leaving him to bleed to death.

New Family in Town

Pleasantville was an average town full of normal people.
They didn’t care much for anything abnormal or out of the
ordinary. And they guarded their kids from anything amoral,
so you’d never see a R-rated movie before the 10 o’clock

The paranormal, and anything too creepy or fantastic
was a big no-no in the community. So needless to say,
Halloween was not practiced here, and all channels
that broadcast Halloween channels would be blocked
during the season, and not one decoration could be

That is, before the McCready family moved into town.
They arrived in their large, Victorian style home just
a week before Halloween. And the very first thing
they seemed to do when they got there was decorate
in all the macabre trappings of the shunned holiday.

The kids, Jacob and Anna were picked on  in school
and nobody in town would hire poor Charles or Nicki,
their parents. In fact, people tried to drive them out
of town or just ignore them. But the McCreadys
were unshaken, and in fact seemed happy with
how they were treated.

Halloween night came around, but no trick-or-
treaters filled the streets. But Charles McCready
sat on their porch in an antique rocker with a big
bowl of children, waiting for children to come.
And eventually, one child gathered the courage
and defiance of his parents to go up and hold
out his hands. and say “trick-or-treat.”

And after him, more came, and got candy
from Charles. The night ended and everything
went well. The next day however, the children
of Pleasantville were gone. completely vanished,
along with the McCreadys.

The Sound in My Room

I lie awake at night, expecting to hear
the noise again. The noise that lets me
know he’s here. Lets me know that the
man who’s less than that, but more of
an animal. I’ve only ever caught
very quick glimpses of him, but I know
it’s a he, completely bare and walking on
all limbs. I have no idea what
he wants, but I know he terrifies me
deeply. I think I hear him rustling
on the other side of the room,
and he appears to be eating something,
or rather someone.

I’ve never seen this before,
but then again, I’ve been too
afraid to get more than a quick
glance. And I now I’m sure he
knows I’m watching, and I
know he’s going to have
another meal tonight.