I prefer to go by pretentious, made-up words like Noctevoire, but you can call me Ronan if you really want to. My creepypastas usually deal with cosmic and sci-fi horror.
As a huge horror movie fan, I use filmography as a major inspiration for my work, with my favorites being The Thing (1982) and 28 Days Later (2002). In literature, I admire works that deal with nihilist philosophy, and also enjoy dystopian fiction, specifically the stories of the Strugatsky brothers and George Orwell.
My writing typically focuses on characters more than anything else. I like to develop my protagonists and antagonists intensely and emotionally so that, by the time the story is done, you begin to see a little bit of yourself in them.
You can check out some of my stories on r/nosleep, but I'll be posting all of them on here. My username is TF2Milquetoast.Can you hear me?
If you want, you can check out my category for the stories I've written exclusively for the wiki.
Otherwise, here's the complete list:
EROS LOGS #1: Project REBREATHER
Your senses only weigh you down. Let the dark wash over you and be free.
The Riverdale Run
A fraternity challenges four freshmen to a simple initiation ritual: Drive down Riverdale Road, at midnight, and come back alive.
A series of stories surrounding an Isuzu I-Mark that works its way deep into the recesses of the mind.
An innocent bet between two gearheads turns into a terrifying race to escape the clutches of madness.
"I tried to drive away as fast as I could, but the amalgamation that my car had become was keeping up the pace with ease. It wasn’t even walking or rolling; it was just levitating across the road. I was helpless, and within seconds it had caught up. It opened my door and sat calmly in the driver’s seat, staring ahead. Without moving its deformed head, it whispered to me, almost as if into my own ear:
A man details the events leading up to his neighbor's death following his purchase of an Isuzu.
"'...it went from a billion miles per hour to zero. No braking, no nothing. It just… froze, as if time had stopped. I just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. And then, when I was about to move again, the hood popped open.
“'There was no engine, Mike. It was just a mass of writhing, fleshy appendages, melted around a gleaming metal core.'"
The Dead Lot- Coming soon
Come In, We're Open
A series of sick and twisted stories revolving around a bizarre convenience store.
A woman enters a strange general store with a disturbing selection of products.
"As I rounded the corner, I was startled by another woman who was just exiting the aisle. She quickly shuffled past me, but I was able to grab a brief glance at her face. Her hair was grey and messy, with its ends cut to uneven levels. Her cheeks looked old and sunken, and her skin was deathly pale. But her eyes were what caught my gaze.
"They were young, blue and glistening, but wide open, in a state of permanent shock.
"Yet her gaze was hollow, hollow like the bell on the door." Where are the others?
Cleanup in Aisle II- Coming soon
Closing Time- Coming soon
A series of reports from a series of MKULTRA experiments disclosed from the disused Eros laboratory, whose primary goal was to research the alteration of the human subconscious.
"Whatever you do, please, just listen. All that's important is that I keep typing; relaying as much information as possible. If this happens to you in any point in the future, it's absolutely essential that you know what I'm about to say. Because then you may be able to stop it.
"19 minutes and 50 seconds left. Let's make the time count." Did something go wrong?
An anthology for the apocalypse.Twelve stories set in the future during the end of the world.
Breathe- The oxygen in the oceans is depleted, and at first humanity is indifferent. However, as the extinction works its way down the food chain, the effects make themselves known.
Gridlock- Star 09083 reaches supernova status only light-years away, and gamma radiation begins to bombard the surface of the planet.
A Zombie Story- The zombie plague has finally arrived, and it's all the rage.
The Malthus Chain- Despite food supplies running low and conditions becoming worse, mankind continues to populate the Earth, to horrific effects.
Decay- The first extraterrestrial life comes into contact with man - a deadly pathogen that disintegrates the body over the course of mere hours.
The World Inversion- A small comet knocks the moon out of orbit, pulling earth's poles in opposite directions and causing cataclysmic geological disasters. ...
Cloudburst- After an AI gains sentience, the last of humanity strives to survive among swarms of all-consuming nanobots.
The Clockwork Fire- After 26 million years, the dwarf star Nemesis once again sends an asteroid to Earth, and all the population can do is wait for impact.
Ashes to Ashes- A rogue solar flare destroys all satellites, leaving mankind in chaos.
The Lying Bow- As carbon dioxide continues to build up in the atmosphere, the polar ice caps melt rapidly, creating another great flood.
In the aftermath of a nuclear winter, a band of survivors tries desperately to maintain order.
Harris shook his head. “They’ve gotta be joking.”
"'No rations?' Collins muttered. 'No ammo?'
"'Why… why would they send us this?' Hawford cried. 'They have to know those things seek heat, right?'
"'Oh, they know,' Everett uttered. 'They just stopped giving a shit. Only a matter of time before they realized it would be easier to cut us off than waste precious jet fuel every week.'
"Harris shook his head. 'No. No, there’s gotta be a better reason why--'
"'What other explanation do you want, Harris?' shouted Everett. 'They just handed us a choice-- no, not a choice, an ultimatum. You can die a slow death in the wasteland, or take the quick way out. This is their way of showing mercy.'"
A woman moves into her childhood home with her husband after the death of her mother. My third-place entry for ClericofMadness' Summer Solstice contest.
"Silence is subjective.
"It’s amazing how our upbringings can distort our perception of silence. They determine the volume that lulls us into a false sense of isolation. If you grew up in a big city, you’ll have fallen asleep to a backdrop of distant cars and pedestrians, thinking it’s quiet. You’ll be so accustomed to the ambience that you won’t even notice the honks and shouts coming from the streets. It’ll all blend into the white noise of the night.
"Likewise, if you were raised in the countryside, you’ll have blotted out the subtle chirps of the crickets and the howls of the wolves in the distance, drifting off amongst the insects in apparent bliss.
"We need this isolation to fall asleep at night, because when we feel isolated, we can let our minds roam free, able to create whatever we want within the confines of our own subconscious.
"My mother taught me that fact, and I never forgot it. In past years, I’d have tried to experiment with it wherever I went. I’d listen for the subtle sounds of the environment, realizing that she was right.
"Now, though, I find myself looking back and wishing I’d listened to her more."
A young boy describes a confusing series of events that occur to him and his brother.
"Mom and Dad say I’m special.
"They say I’m not like the other kids. I have a mark on my hand in the shape of a circle, and every night they hold the mark up to my face and tell me that it is what makes me unique.
"They take my brother and me to the park every day to watch them play on the playground. I see them laughing as they swing on the metal bars and climb up the ladders. I imagine what it would be like to experience that. I tell Dad I want to join the others, but he tells me that I can’t.
A collection of logs from an abandoned Vietnamese war outpost detail an attempt to create a bioweapon to combat the Agent Orange herbicide. Are you still there?
"We plan to remain indoors for the majority of the chemical tests, so as to prevent any excess agent from leaking into the base. Our sustainable food crop cannot be moved, unfortunately, and we hope to send one volunteer each day to collect enough for the staff and soldiers. We simply cannot afford another casualty. Last we checked, the plot is herbicide-free, so we have relatively high spirits as we enter into the month-long tests of our new chemical, which we have decided to call Agent Indigo, as a protest to the 'Rainbow Herbicides' employed by the American army."
Dead Matter - A murder on a space station draws suspicion towards an A.I. inhabiting an ambulatory droid.
The Zebra - A man recalls an experience with his teacher in the fifth grade.
32 - An archived blog from a school website details the last conversations held by a school computer class.
Hangnail - A monster details its leap year ritual and its fascination with fingernails.
A broken man embarks on a quest to follow in his father's footsteps and confront his own mortality. My first entry for the Fifth Annual Collab. ...
"The shape emerged from the darkness. Dana staggered back as tears began to form in his eyes from the smell.
"It was a corpse; there was no other way of putting it. It appeared to be a girl in her late teens, but there wasn’t much left of her. The pale, flaked skin left the bones of her limbs exposed, with very little in the way of muscle to be moving them. Thought her head had retained most of its covering tissue, it had become sunken and rotten, devoid of lips and nose, like a wax figure left out in the sun for too long.
"But what caught Dana’s gaze was her hair. It appeared to be grey, but as she moved in the faint yellow light, the ends of the strands glistened and glowed, as if some color should have been there, but had been sucked away by the passage of time.
"'I’m the Gatekeeper. Now, please, tell me who you are and why you’re here, so we can get this whole shebang over with.'”
"On the outside, for the most part, it appeared just as he remembered it-- a large, two-story brick structure, with no external markings save for the squat neon sign on the door that blinked, BOATE. Nightclub.
"Taking one final smoke of his Sobranie, he plucked it from his lips with his ungloved hand and flicked it to the ground. He hoisted the bag over his shoulder, about to begin the short hike to the doors, but then stopped as his view fell upon the shriveled butt, still smoldering despite the chilly air.
"The dying embers briefly transfixed his gaze. He watched, mesmerized, as they steadily crumbled away into the arid soil.
"It was a sight Ezra had seen many times before, and ignored. Here, though, for some reason, the sight of the end being left to wither away made him deeply uncomfortable, and for once, he felt a pang of guilt at refusing to dirty the toes of his two-hundred-dollar Tafts.
"Raising his head, he snapped back to reality. He lifted his sunglasses to his forehead, strode straight forward, and forced open the ancient doors."
A father buys his son a bucket of slime with some strange properties.
“'Dad? I feel weird.'
"I looked up. Brandon was dangling his hands about a foot over the bucket, watching as the white goo dripped back into its container.
'What do you mean, ‘weird?'' I asked. 'Do I need to call Poison Contr--'
"As the slime oozed back into position, it should have left Brandon’s fingers exposed. Dribbling away, the knuckles came into view. But that was all that was there---knuckles. More and more of them, stretching down into the bucket, like someone had used a Photoshop tool to copy and paste the same section of finger over and over."
A man trapped inside his house during Hurricane Irma realizes that he isn't alone.
"Then I heard the creaking.
"It came from somewhere behind me, probably from the stairs. My heart raced. I heard about how people go crazy and start looting places in a disaster. The last thing I wanted was someone stealing my things while I was down there. Against my better judgment, I called out into the pitch blackness.
Yn Terce Vannin- A rebellious youth moves to the Isle of Man for more freedom, but is put off by the strange behavior of its residents surrounding the ancient Manx ruins.
Hutuknga- Don't trust your senses. If you start seeing the flicker, you're already lost.
The Refracted- Watch the eyes. You never know whose corpse you could be talking to.
Bad Blood- An African-American university student begins to suspect his colleagues are in danger.
The Skinfields- The occupants of a prison cell opt to volunteer for a series of increasingly horrible experiments.
Flesh and Ivory- Legends speak of a mass grave that draws elephants to die. But the tales only run marrow-deep.
Perpetual Sunshine- A woman recalls her late grandmother's decline after ingesting a curative known as Radithor.
Ne+ULTRA- A group of kids decides to investigate into their town's history when they find plans to an MKOFTEN project called the Nerve Hammer.
Winchester Syndrome- A teenager begins constructing a bizarre series of structures in his backyard.
When All Blood is Spilt- An Iraq war veteran retells his final weeks of deployment, stranded at an abandoned oil drilling facility.
Dracula Drive- A film crew ventures to Dracula Drive to investigate rumors of "melonheads"-- a clan of deformed inbreds connected to an abandoned asylum.
Taps- A couple purchases a maple sap farm with whispers in the trees.
The Living Infinite- An analysis into the strange occurrences of Point Nemo, the furthest point in the ocean from all land.
The Vulture's Circle- A scavenger hunt app has players searching for intangible objects.
Follow the Trail Trees- Never stray too far from the path. A tourist group begins to lose their bearings and minds when they veer off while exploring a Native American reservation.
Earth Movers- Be wary as you tread upon the soil- you never know what may be watching from below.
Tunnel Rat- During the war, Vietnamese soldiers constructed labyrinths of tunnels connected to their outposts designed to trap American soldiers. These tunnels still go unused today- and not all of them are empty. That psycho actually fucking did it.
The God Cipher- Nothing is random; there's a pattern to everything. But is humanity prepared when they try to decipher the code contained in life itself?
Quiet Box- A man recalls his friendship with a mime that was cut short.
Never go to sleep on an empty conscience.
The best way to a man's heart is through his exposed ribcage.
When will the laughing stop?
I'm totally blind, but my third eye sees just fine.
To whomever stole my identity: Keep it.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Isolation: Season 1- A new reality competition show puts two teams of two people alone in the wilderness. One has to find the other before the end of the month. However, when one contestant begins speaking of distressing sounds he hears in the forest, the show becomes the documentation of his disappearance.
Enter the Fractal (October-November 1995)- A kids' game show inspired by Legends of the Hidden Temple quickly devolves into a race to survive.
Moonbird- Inspired by the infamous SAW franchise. A homeless man recounts how he and seven others endured a series of sick and twisted physical tests devised by the mysterious Moonbird killer - where losing meant worse than death.
Ancora- On a spaceship evacuating the remaining population of Earth to an outpost called 'Homestead,' one passenger begins receiving cryptic messages warning her that their destination is not as it seems.
The Hyperlock Houses- In 1987, the public had only just gained access to commercial Internet. Seeing it as merely a fad, a Canadian company began developing its own means of telecommunication. What resulted was Hyperlock - an entirely new means of transmitting information. To demonstrate its abilities, they established a small model community, providing free living to residents with one exception - use Hyperlock whenever possible, and report feedback weekly. However, only one month after setup, the community was abruptly vacated, and the company promptly shut down operations, taking Hyperlock with it. The residents of the Hyperlock Houses were left in the hands of the authorities, and soon, they too disappeared. However, their stories live on through the feedback reports, recovered by officials from the abandoned offices of the Hyperlock team.
The C Train to Times Square Was an Hour Late Are we dead?
With My Last Breath- A group of kids discover a tree carving with each of their last words on it.
The Azorian Conference- In 1968, four separate submarines--INS Dakar, U.S.S. Scorpion, K-129, and Minerve--disappeared into the depths of the Pacific within a span of half a year. The cause of the sinkings was never discovered. However, in 1974, a conference between nations was held in an undisclosed location to discuss evidence discreetly removed from the wreckage sites. The disturbing accounts were deliberately kept from the public- until now.
Alethe- Your senses will betray you. The Artifact has existed for as long as mankind can remember. It houses a dimension of perception - step inside, and your subconscious becomes reality. Few have ventured in; none have returned. However, when a signal is broadcast from within, a team of scientists advance into the endless expanse to find out its true purpose.
Ambergris- The sands hunger. Ambergris Caye is an isle off the coast of Belize where civilization is only just beginning to take hold. As reports of missing vacationers appear, a team of investigators ventures into the jungle to find answers.
There's a dead-end road near my neighborhood where lights can never leave
Trashland- No matter where we travel, we all end up in Trashland. A sanitation worker comes across a group of children who have created a society inside a massive landfill.
Juneau- A sheriff of a remote Alaskan town begins an investigation on a series of missing persons reports.
---- Is this what death feels like?
The Binding- Inspired by what I think Hereditary could have been. A family slowly self-destructs once it realizes it has set in motion an ancient ritual.
Project Lucid- What's to believe on the big screen anymore? A found-footage film that becomes increasingly real the more layers are unraveled.
...and eventually two full-length novels:
The Obituary of Curtis Roe- The past will repeat itself until it is heard. A girl returns to her childhood town after receiving a message from her best friend who has been missing for fourteen years.
help.- True insanity is self-aware. A man who has been forcefully admitted to a psychiatric ward begins to question the reason for him being held there.
My Favorite Pastas
These are, in my opinion, the top-tier of creepypastas. I highly recommend reading these.