Creepypasta Collection

★ Spin

~Written 2 months ago~

~Mood: Nostalgic~

Okay, so I feel I must explain a few things to you. First of all, I am male, and believe it or not, I am a homosapien. That may come as a shock to a few of you seeing as I do come across as slightly 'weird'. However I would prefer to tag myself as eccentric.
I guess it is partly due to my love for old things that makes me this way. One thing that I absolutely adore is old records; I love the authentic sound they produce, especially when they're slightly scratchy.
I listen to all sorts of music. Some of you will remember my love for swing, and that love is still on-going.
I'm telling you this because today, I obtained yet another gem! I am listening to it now, and I must tell you that the voice of Fred Astaire is simply marvellous!
'Now, if you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits, puttin' on the Ritz'.
That is one of my favourite songs!

Well I must go now. I'm expected at @Tazer64's house for dinner. His wife is cooking some special Thai meal, so that ought to be interesting... *Psst. She's not too great of a cook :S*

Signed: Steam_master00

3 Comments:

@Tazer64: Hey! Watch it, Captain!
  @Steam_master00: Captain? ;) Well that's a new one. Where did that come from?
    @Tazer64: Well you know, 'cause you're Jack. Jack Sparrow?

~Written 7 weeks ago~
~Mood: Hungry~

Well @Tazer64's wife's cooking was actually fantastic! I guess she found her forte in Thai cuisine.
However on a different note, I had a slightly strange experience earlier. I was attempting to tap dance to Fred Astaire's beautiful voice (hey don't laugh!) and I swear down to all that is holy that he was screaming during an instrumental... Now I can't find it again, but I swear that I was NOT making it up. Granted, it wasn't very loud, but it was noticeable. Then again, it might have been something going on outside.
I'll let you guys know if it happens again.

Signed: Steam_master00

7 Comments:

@Mimixo: You're just going mad, that's all.
@Kiethorz: I could try my hand at exorcism...
@Kiethorz: Seriously :)
@Rayza: Whatever. I think we all know you make a lot of crap up. Just shut the hell up!
@Kiethorz: If you don't believe in this sort of thing, don't comment on anything to do with it. And also, if you don't like Steam, you know what you can do? UNFOLLOW him!
@Rayza: Oh aren't we getting a bit pissy ;) Chill out big boy. I wouldn't want you to awaken the ghosties!
@Steam_master00: Reina, please stop doing this. You're just embarrassing yourself..

~Written 7 weeks ago~
~Mood: -~

Okay so that was the worst night I've had in a while... I only had nightmares. I guess I'll tell you about one.
I was walking home from the store near my work, but when I got home, it wasn't exactly my home, but my old high school. I could hear music playing at the end of a long corridor, but it was really distorted as though it were played on some sort of wind-up gramophone. As I got nearer to the room at the end, the pitch of the music got lower and lower. I entered the room, and it was a massive hall, but it was empty apart from a gramophone with a record playing (now at the right.. or so I think.. pitch) in it. The only light-source in the room was a candle on a table next to the gramophone.
I walked over to the gramophone to see what record it was, but it was spinning really fast. It got faster and faster and faster, and I was mesmerised, and someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. I swung around and it was a young girl in a ballet outfit.
She stared at me for about a minute without blinking or saying anything. She then walked into the centre of the room and began to dance. Her dancing was weird and disjointed in the way that a ball-jointed doll can bend in disturbing ways. She danced for a while, and then all she did was spin on one foot in the centre of the floor. For an instance, all sound dropped away, and then there was an odd sound that was slowly growing louder and louder. At some point I realised that it was screaming. The girl was screaming. And just spinning. And screaming. And staring at me... her head never moved from facing me...