CreepyPasta Delight

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Author - ⁠https://www.reddit.com/user/gamalfrank/⁠Original story - ⁠https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1ksw8kc/i_work_on_cargo_ships_a_scarred_whale_began/Original story title - I work on cargo ships. A scarred whale began acting erratically around us. We thought it was the danger. We were wrong. So, so wrong Please like and rate the show to help us grow!Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠⁠⁠⁠In 1994, a rancher in Utah shot a wolf six times at point-blank range. It didn't bleed. It didn't fall. It looked at him and walked away.That ranch would go on to become one of the most studied and feared locations in the world. But the thing that lives there — the thing the Navajo have known about for centuries — is far older than any ranch.Tonight, we talk about the one thing you're not supposed to talk about.Please like and rate the show to help us grow!Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠⁠⁠⁠Prisoner 1471 was sent into the blood ocean to take photographs. What he found in the dark wasn't supposed to be documented. It was supposed to consume him. It didn't. That was the problem. (This story takes place in the Iron Lung universe.)Please like and rate the show to help us grow!Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠

Please like and rate the show to help us grow!Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠A desperate man takes an overnight security job at a remote Buc-ee's in West Texas — good pay, no customer interaction, just watching monitors until morning. Simple enough. But the rulebook he's handed on his first night contains instructions that don't quite make sense, and the longer he works there, the more he notices things he can't explain. Strange patterns. Strange visitors. Strange sounds beneath the floor. His coworker Mitch doesn't offer answers, only warnings. And the note in his locker makes one thing uncomfortably clear — the employees who last longest are the ones who learn not to ask questions.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠⁠⁠CastReese - bayleaf. - https://www.instagram.com/bayleaf.makesnoisehttps://bayleafmusic.bandcamp.com/album/champagneJamie - SkullyWatch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠⁠Six weeks on the job. That's all I had when Reese told me never to open the bag.She didn't explain. Not at first. Just two words — zip it. So I did.But the man inside was warm. Not cooling-down warm. Alive warm. And when we pulled onto the highway, something in the back of the rig started talking.It knew my name. It knew my mother's voice. It knew exactly what would make me reach for that zipper.Eleven years on the night shift taught Reese one thing above everything else — some bodies aren't just bodies. And some calls on Machen Road don't end when the vitals go flat.Tonight on Skully's Sinister Stories — whatever is in those bags is learning. And it's getting better at breaking the people who know the rules.Don't open the bag.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠Six years as a park ranger at New River Gorge. I know every sound this forest makes. I know what belongs out here and what doesn't.The claw marks were nine feet up. Bears don't reach nine feet.The impressions in the mud looked like something had been perching above them. The scratches on the metal roof started in October. Something was settling onto it every night between two and four AM, slow and deliberate, like it didn't want to be heard.Then one night I went outside.Dale said it chooses someone. He didn't say what happens after.I put in my transfer three weeks ago. I'm two hours away now. City lights. Street noise. As far from the gorge as I could get.Last night at 2:15 AM, something settled onto my sister's roof.It's been there every night since.And this morning when I looked in the mirror, the blood vessels in my eyes weren't red anymore.They were glowing.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠They don't force their way in. They knock. They ask. And every single witness describes the same thing — a cold, paralyzing dread that hits before they even understand why.The Black-Eyed Children have been reported across the world for decades. Same behavior. Same requests. Same eyes.In 1996, journalist Brian Bethel encountered two of them in a Texas parking lot. What happened next became one of the most documented paranormal accounts in modern history.Tonight, Skully's Sinister Stories goes deep into the legend — the encounters, the theories, and the one rule that might keep you alive.Never let them in.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribeWatch on YouTube — ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠On the sixteenth day of a solo trip through Tokyo, a hidden market stall offered something that felt like a gift. It looked like an orange, but it felt like feverish flesh. Now, twelve days later in a quiet Philadelphia apartment, the thing on the desk is growing. It has developed a face that watches, a mouth that breathes, and jointed legs that tap against the wood in the dead of night. Every hour it expands, and every hour the narrator’s own body begins to mirror its grotesque proportions. The transaction is nearly complete.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribeWatch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠I started delivering for DoorDash after midnight because the tips were better. For a while, it was just drunk food and empty porches. Then the late-night orders started coming with instructions that didn't make sense — don't look at the second-floor window, don't step on the porch, close your eyes and count to ten. I followed every rule. The tips were enormous. Nothing bad happened. I thought I was safe as long as I kept following the instructions. Then an order came through at 3:14 AM. The delivery address was my apartment. The customer name was a single letter. And DoorDash support confirmed it was placed from inside my home.

Exclusive bonus stories here — https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribeWatch on YouTube — ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkullyWhen the school district posted the position for the third time, no one else would take it. I needed the job. I took it.Felter sits in a shallow valley in northern Ontario, four hundred people carved out of the wilderness and slowly being taken back. The children were quiet in a way that unsettled me. The church windows were painted black from the inside. Every Thursday night, the townspeople walked north toward the lake in silence — and something walked with them.The principal warned me not to go into the woods after dark. She never warned me about what happened to the last teacher.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribeWatch on YouTube — ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠Welcome to Skully's Sinister Stories Vol. 5Some things grow where they shouldn't.In this volume of Skully's Sinister Stories, we explore what happens when the body becomes something unrecognizable. A garden in rural Hokkaido that returns what was buried in it. A sewing shop in Takayama where an inheritance runs deeper than blood. A portrait studio in Koenji where the camera doesn't just capture what's there — it decides what comes next.Three Junji Ito-inspired horror stories. Three transformations that couldn't be stopped.The body is the canvas.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠Author - https://www.reddit.com/user/gamalfrank/Original Post - https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1m8aygd/my_dad_spent_15_years_tending_to_the_tree_in_our/Original title - My dad spent 15 years tending to the tree in our backyard. I just cut it down, and I don't think it was a tree.My dad planted a strange black seed in our backyard when I was ten. Within a few years, the tree it grew into was taller than our house. Within a decade, it had killed every plant in the yard, driven the animals away, and swallowed my father whole. He quit his job to sit under it. He stopped eating. He talked to it like it could hear him. The shadow it cast didn't feel like shade — it felt alive. One night, I took an axe to the trunk to save him. The sound it made when the blade hit wasn't wood. And what I found inside was far worse than what it had done to my father.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠Cast Sarah - bayleaf. - https://www.instagram.com/bayleaf.makesnoisehttps://bayleafmusic.bandcamp.com/album/champagneJay - SkullyI took the overnight caretaker job at a rural wildlife sanctuary because I needed somewhere quiet after my divorce. Forty-seven acres of rescued animals, a cabin behind the office, and a woman named Sarah on the radio if anything went wrong. For three nights, nothing did. On the fourth night, every animal on the property stopped moving and faced the same direction. Then they turned — all of them, at the same time — and Sarah told me to get inside and lock the door. Something crosses the valley every few weeks. The animals always know it's coming. The crossings are getting more frequent.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠Author - https://www.reddit.com/user/gamalfrank/Original story - https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1qs7t5r/the_most_important_rule_at_my_job_is_to_never/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_buttonOriginal story title - The most important rule at my job is to never create a physical record. I found what the last person in my position wrote, and I think I'm in danger. The job seemed simple. Study a photograph for eight hours. Memorize every detail. Watch it burn. No records, no questions, no exceptions. The salary was more than my parents made combined, and I was desperate enough not to ask why they needed someone with a photographic memory to stare at old images until they were ash. I told myself it was archival work. I told myself the dreams were just stress. I told myself the man I recognized from a 1970s photograph — the one who ran when he saw my face — was a coincidence. The notes I found hidden in my colleague's locker say otherwise. They're getting out.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠Listen on YouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠Dr. Elena Marsh spent fifteen years applying scientific rigor to the world of folklore, but northern Ontario in January does not care for PhDs. Deep in the frozen bush, she tracked a legend that the local Anishinaabe warned was born of pure greed. Now, sixty miles from civilization, the temperature has dropped to minus thirty-two, and the weight is falling off her bones despite everything she eats. The forest has gone silent, the trail cameras are moving on their own, and the voices of the dead are calling her name from the tree line. Every window in the cabin reflects a face that is no longer hers. There is no more room for documentation because the hunger has finally begun to feed on the researcher. Someone is screaming outside, and the worst part is realizing it sounds like an invitation.You'll notice gameplay footage running under my narrations now — recorded by me exclusively for this channel. I hope it adds to the viewing experience.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠You'll notice gameplay footage running under my narrations now — recorded by me exclusively for this channel. I hope it adds to the viewing experience.The silence of a suburban house at 3:00 AM is a heavy, suffocating weight. For a new mother, the baby monitor is the only lifeline, turning a nursery into a grainy, green landscape of shadows. But three nights ago, the white noise cut out, replaced by a wet, clicking whisper that spoke of snapping bones to fit into small spaces. On the screen, the crib is empty, yet the rocking chair moves with a rhythmic, ghostly creak. Something is unfolding from the corners of the ceiling, a jagged shape with too many joints and a hunger that cannot be sated. My husband is at the door, smiling and wearing his favorite shirt, but his shadow on the pavement is long, broken, and wrong. He is turning the key now, and I realize that some things don't need an open door to get inside.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠⁠Welcome to Skully's Sinister Stories Vol. 4Some calls should never be answered.In this volume of Skully’s Sinister Stories, we follow law enforcement into places that don’t want witnesses. A back road that erases memory. A district that feeds on the forgotten. A town that only exists when someone is there to observe it.Three police horror stories. Three calls that changed everything.You'll notice gameplay footage running under my narrations now — recorded by me exclusively for this podcast. I hope it adds to the viewing experience.

Exclusive bonus stories here — ⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/creepypastadelight/subscribe⁠Watch on YouTube — ⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkullyAudible Free Book - ⁠https://www.audibletrial.com/SKULLY⁠Fiverr Sign Up - ⁠https://www.fiverr.com/pe/6dQj2X⁠A seasoned night security guard accepts a high-paying job watching an abandoned zoo deep in East Texas—thirty nights, no questions asked. What begins as quiet patrols through rusted enclosures and overgrown paths slowly unravels into something far more unsettling as patterns emerge, rules tighten, and the truth behind the property comes into focus. As the nights pass, the line between observation and survival blurs, and leaving may no longer be an option. This slow-burn No Sleep Horror Story blends abandoned places horror, night security dread, and creature feature tension, exploring isolation, buried histories, and what happens when a place was never meant to be empty.

Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠⁠Listen on YouTube - ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkullyThis file documents SCP-173 using two recovered testimonies tied to a fatal transport incident. Official reports cite personnel error and equipment failure. The testimonies show a decision made under pressure—where protocol was reduced, warnings were filed, and risk was deemed acceptable.This archive exists to preserve what the final report omits: how institutional decisions translate into human cost.SCP-173 did not fail.The system did.

Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkullyWelcome to Skully’s Ominous Stories.A long-form horror compilation featuring atmospheric, unsettling stories meant for late-night listening. These narrations focus on tension, isolation, and dread — not cheap scares.Listen straight through or let it play in the background. Either way, these stories tend to linger.