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| What is the Creepypasta Journal?|
The Creepypasta Journal was originally a project i started almost a year ago. My original intention was to document every pasta creature and location, but things got in the way and the project was kind of left in the gutter. I've decided to make this group in an effort to revive the journal and give other deviant's the chance to make there own entries and contribution's.
How can I make a contribution?
A contribution to the journal can be made by making your own journal entry and adding it in to the group gallery. I will provide the textures that i have used if you can not or do not want to use your own.
How many journals/folders are there?
At the moment, there are six:
Rhys's Sketchbook lavendertownjournal.deviantart… lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
~ A redesign of the old entries and the writings of Rhys Williams
The old Journal lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ My original entries.
The public journal lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ speaks for itself
Dimelotu's Profiles lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ Kick Ass 3d Profiles of Pasta Monsters.
General Creepypasta Art lavendertownjournal.deviantart… ~ None journal related art cvan be uploaded here.
where can i get textures and resources??
Textures and resources can be found here: lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
Can i submit art that is unrelated to the journal entries?
Of course you can As long as it's creepypasta related then feel free to submit your art here: lavendertownjournal.deviantart…
How does the danger rating system work?
A Haiku from SexualoffendermanCome on, quit teasingA Haiku from Sexualoffenderman by ShackleSoul
Hurry up and take the rose!
I don't have all day
A Haiku from SplendormanLet's play a fun game!A Haiku from Splendorman by ShackleSoul
Who has the least fun, loses -
Also, I'll kill them.
A Haiku from TrendermanTinted glasses andA Haiku from Trenderman by ShackleSoul
A hip sweater/slacks combo -
Creepypasta Classics: FriendshipFriendship is forever. Friendship never ends...Creepypasta Classics: Friendship by Draycen
A few years back I was really obsessed with Blue Rescue team. You know, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. And for those who know me, I tend to get obsessed with things pretty easily. I had a good team, a Torchic and a Mudkip, and had beaten the game. Things became... monotonous. There wasn't really anything to do anymore. So I did what every fan does. I simply restarted my game.
It wasn't easy, you see I felt close to my partner. But, with the realization that an new one would come, I went ahead and started over. This time, I really wanted to be an Eevee for my hero, and being a guy, I had to lie to get it. When it came time to choose a partner, I wasn't sure what to do. There were so many options! It was like going to school and picking out you next friend!
I eventually picked Totodile and named him Bunch. Just a cutesy name for a silly partner. I wanted him to feel like that goofy friend everyone has, always acting like a fool and
Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon!Creepypasta (?): “But It’s Canon!”Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon! by ShackleSoul
All things considered, it was really just another typical day at the pasta house. In other words, things were pretty damn stupid. The sun was shining, birds were singing, bodies were strewn around the front yard like those pink lawn flamingo thingys, really just business as usual all around. Jeff was in the kitchen, his eyes even more bloodshot than normal and the contents of two empty Pabst Blue Ribbon six-packs on the table in front of him when Ticci Toby strolled in.
“I'm a cupcake. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret” Jeff slurred.
“Are you retarded?” Toby said as he facepalmed. “You're not a cupcake, you're a teenage serial killer! How'd you even get those two things confused?”
Toby picked up one of the bottles and noticed a warning label printed on the side in size 1 font.
WARNING THE PABST BLUE RIBBON CORPORATION WOULD LIKE TO WARN YOU THAT INGESTING OUR PRODUCT MAY RESULT IN INJURY OR D
Always WatchesAlways Watches by Lagoon-Sadnes
I'm… Oh, my god, I'm so… so… I'm so nervous, sweaty and… I can't even talk correctly. No, think, I'm just talking to myself, and that's not ta- WHATEVER! I know it… I know it's real… I've seen it, it's real…
I know it since that day in the mountain. I can't remember when it happened, but I wasn't alone. Or was I? No, I wasn't… Yeah, that's it. I was camping with some friends and… What? Ah, yes, I went to the lake, hidden in a wood, to look at the animals and take some photographs with my new camera. It was my birthday, my friends and I went to that beautiful place to enjoy the evening all together and those things that friends do when a special day comes. I can remember their smiles, their laughs and myself having a good time… until the blue sky turned black. There were stars shining in the s- No, wait, there weren't… That was last night… Was it? DAMMIT!! I can't remember ANYTHING! Don't worry… D
Creepypasta: Nightmare of NightmaresEvery night when Wendy tucked her daughter Chrissy into bed, Chrissy would beg for her mother to check under the bed for monsters. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be so unusual, but Chrissy was almost twelve years old now. She hoped she wouldn’t have to take her daughter to counseling to sort this out. But tonight Chrissy didn’t make her usual pleaded request.Creepypasta: Nightmare of Nightmares by ShackleSoul
“Don’t you want me to check for the monsters, Chrissy?” she asked, praying her daughter would answer in the negative.
“I know that the monsters under my bed won’t hurt me tonight, mom” Chrissy said.
Wendy was elated. At last her daughter had learned not to fear what lurked at the corners of her mind. It was then, as Wendy bent over her daughter to kiss her goodnight that she heard a creak from behind her and her daughter spoke again.
“They’re too afraid of that new monster in the closet.”
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman's Origin by ShackleSoul
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough
A Haiku from AllyBitches be all likeA Haiku from Ally by ShackleSoul
"Eww, you're just a Mary Sue!"
Pffft! See if I care!
Creepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like These by ShackleSoul
You aren’t normally one to suggest stupid outings for the sake of stupid outings, but you and your friends are equal parts bored and stressed about high school starting up again. What better way to de-stress than spending a night in an abandoned house on the edge of town that’s reputedly haunted? Okay, there’s probably many ways that are all better and far less convoluted, but screw logic, you and three of your friends have made the decision and that’s how it’s gonna go down. Errol is the only one who won’t be coming. He said he’d be pretty busy tending to something that came up, although he wished you, Avril, Nathan, and Gary good luck in your ghost hunting.
“You guys ready to get scared?” Gray sniggers as the four of you look upon the desolate structure. You drove your friends out here, seeing as you’re the only one whose parents let you use their car.
The boards over the windows have lon