The Kid, the Odd Figure, and the Murder of Crows The Kid, the Odd Figure, and the Murder of Crowsin Creepypastas, Literature, Original Characters
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The kid, the odd figure, and the murder of crows.
The kid was sitting behind a tree stump, he was just short enough that if one were to stand on the other side of the stump, they wouldn’t see him. He was constantly straightening up and peeking over the rotting wood, at the odd figure.
The odd figure was sitting in the grass, legs crossed, playing with a knife in their hands. Dressed in several layers of clothing and a mask, it was impossible to see any defining traits. The odd figure was surrounded by the murder of crows.
The murder of crows flocked around the odd figure, pecking at the ground and at them. Cawing, flapping, perching. One hopped over to the odd figure, jump
Vacant HouseVacant Housein Creepypasta, Literature, Personal Favorites, Stories
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There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting. I told my mom I'm going to go play with some kids from school. Then, finally, get off the steps and down onto the sidewalk.
The vacant house is only half a bl