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Hey, horror fans! The creepypasta wiki is currently running a fundraiser for the 12-year-old victim of yesterday’s stabbing in Waukesha, Wisconsin. You can read more about the incident here, but the gist of it is: this poor young girl was lured into the forest by two of her friends and stabbed nineteen times because they thought it would connect them with Slenderman. (Yes, that Slenderman.) News reports say that she crawled to safety and is currently in stable condition, but she still has a very long road of mental and physical recovery ahead of her. One of her stab wounds missed an essential artery by less than a centimeter.
Please spread this around. This young woman needs all the help we can provide, and every little bit counts.
Anonymous said: the possibility of it being able to walk on the ceiling is so creepy to me, because when i was a little girl i used to have a nightmare of this pale white creature with eyes that were just black holes and creepy body and not claws but really long fingers and it could walk on the ceiling or sit at the end of my bed and whisper to me, it was so terrifying (thats why im so fascinated by the rake) i also found that all my friends used to dream of the same creature like exactly the same
this is actually somewhat concerning. I would educate yourself the best you can to defend yourself in the best way possible. Often times when people are visited when they’re children, they will receive a visit later in life. However, the intentions of The Rake are very unclear. It’s best to know what may be coming.
Anonymous said: i've read a load of stories about people encountering a creature like the rake and they say how it could walk on the ceiling, do you think it can? because im starting to
I’ve never heard of anything saying it “can’t” walk on the ceiling. I have heard reports of it being able to, so I don’t see why not. It has been said that people wake up looking at the side of their beds, being fearful of seeing something, but realize there is nothing around their bed. So they relax and lay back down, only to see eyes and a gaping maw above their heads from the ceiling. So I think so.
Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.
That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t
ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this
this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…
this looks like it’s from something but i can’t remember
i’m literally only reblogging for that
The horror doesn’t stop here though. I have lots more masterposts:
masterpost of gothic/horror novels (yes I link you to a PDF version of the entire book!)
masterpost to make you feel better (when all the horror is too much)
The following aren’t masterposts, but they have an abundance of information
I have seen it 5 times.
When I was eight i had a bad dream so I woke up and I saw it.I asked what the fuck are you it said I’m the rake and left. It happend again the next day but it said “you will raze the ones you hate and kill the ones you love” then lunged at me and clawed my chest and left. So then I was on my floor bleedingnand innextreme pain wondering what is that. I hadn’t seen it until I was 11 then itnsaid It said miss me then left. Then when I moved it said you can’t run from me. Now I’m 14 and it came to my house today hell bent on revenge it said nothing then ran at me and gashed open mvy side then left.
This is all true, and I need help. About six or seven years ago I saw the Rake while I was walking to my friend’s house. I live in Arizona, and it was late winter in the early morning, so the lighting was really dim. I had gotten about three hundred yards away from my house and still had about a mile more of desert to cross before I reached him. But out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. It was pale, a light grey color. It had long limbs and no hair and it looked human at first, but I looked closer. It looked like its limbs were broken, it had the wrong proportions to be human. It was horribly thin, and slinking in a fashion that was a mix between Gollum from Lord of the Rings and like a dog. I stop walking and look at it, and it stops and looks at me. Its face was the scariest thing I have seen in my entire life. It had a bit of a muzzle, like a 40* angled mouth, that was a darker grey than the rest of the skin. Its eyes were a solid color, almost perfectly round, and a black or dark grey. Its ears were positioned like a human’s but shaped like a dog’s or an elf’s, with the ends pointed and slightly hairy and very thin. It just looked at me, and I could not seem to move. Then it faced me full on and I turned around and ran as fast as I could toward my house. I’m not sure if I was screaming or even breathing on that run home, all I can really remember is jumping over bushes, my heart in my through, my stomach in knots. I was too scared to be wondering if I was going to die, I remember that much. I was 11 at the time, but it wasn’t a childhood fear of the unknown, it was deeper, more primal. All I could think about was getting to safety. I got home okay and locked every door I could and shut the rest, locking myself in the bathroom. My parents got home later and told me I imagined it. By a year later I thought I had imagined it.
But then my hallucinations of sort happened. I’m narcoleptic and when I wake up I suffer from sleep paralysis and hallucinations. The hallucinations are never like what I had these times, though. When my closet was still clean and didn’t have a door, I would wake up in the middle of the night, early morning- any time when the house was asleep it seemed. And I looked the first time, and saw the thing from a year earlier. It looked exactly the same, only a bit paler than before. It whispered to me…I don’t remember what it said, only that it whispered terrible things, and I was terrified. It happened off and on over the next two years, and each time brought a fresh two weeks of paranoid panic. I’ve taken to keeping my closet closed and packed tight with junk all the way to the top. But the thing is, I NEVER have the exact same hallucination twice, they always have a few details of difference, but it looked the same the whole time.
Ever since that first encounter while walking to my friends house, I have always been afraid of going out into the dark, of being somewhere alone, of other people sleeping when I am not. I always feel like- when I do and when I have to- that I’m not alone, or that something is watching me. I finally became an internet addict and rarely left the house unless I had to, to spare myself from that feeling. But I found out about Slenderman and got into Creepy Pasta. But when I read the Rake’s story for the first time, I had no problems. When I saw the picture, I knew it was the thing stalking me. And Rake stories have given me the goosebumps ever since.
Even now as I write my encounter down, I keep glancing up to the right and seeing the thumbnail profile picture of the rake by “+Follow fuckyeahtherake”. Every time I look at it, I get the same feeling I had when I was running. My heart seems to beat in my through, I freeze, waiting for it to reveal itself from behind me and kill me. It has never happened yet, I haven’t seen it in six months, but whenever I read or see something about the Rake, I get that same feeling, the same chill, the same raw, instinctual terror. I’ll end up seeing him again soon, he seems to visit every 3-8 months. Please, can someone tell me how to get him to stop? How to I kill him? I can’t deal with living in fear anymore!