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Big-Face

(Because Mark and Jack mentioned a creature with a large face and tiny legs while playing Bigfoot, I wrote a creepypasta for it like Mark suggested. Enjoy!)

It’s been two years since this incident happened, and I’m still not sure what to make of it. It has scarred me for life, ripping away my love for the outdoors like a starving coyote tears flesh from bone. I’ve never told anyone this story before, but I guess now is as good a time as any. Maybe getting my experience out there will help my broken mind cope some. Or, maybe, it just might save somebody else from the same fate.

Ever since I was a kid, I loved to hunt. It wasn’t just a sport for me, though. My family has always been poor, so getting a large buck during hunting season meant we could eat well for weeks. Even after I moved out, this tradition stuck with me. Every year, I’d go out hunting for the biggest buck I could find. Being only me at my tiny house, that meat would help prepare many, many meals. And I could never get over the thrill of the hunt. But everything changed on the first day of hunting season, two years ago.

I went out into the nearby woods, like usual. I had my rifle with me and a backpack full of snacks and supplies I may need. You never really knew. The woods I entered were the same trees I had known all my life, so I felt no unease as I crept in deeper.

I’ll admit that I’d gone in further this time than ever before, but I figured it would be a good idea to find the best deer. Besides, other hunters were occupying the edges of the forest, so I didn’t have much choice but to go in deeper just to get away from them all. Eventually, the area I found myself in was one I had never been to before, but, as long as I kept track of where I’d come from, I could find my way back with ease.

As the sun rose, cracking dawn light through the autumn trees, I finally set up my little area. It was a simple yet effective set-up. Just me at the base of a large poplar tree with my camo gear on, spray to mask my scent, and a few bushes around me to act as cover. The natural blinds were always the best, in my opinion.

For hours, I stayed there. Every now and again, I called out the sound of a doe in heat. It was the best way to attract large bucks, after all. However, it seemed that my day was going to be an unlucky one, as I never saw or heard a thing back. Even as noon came and went, I was still sitting there, waiting. If I hadn’t had been so stubborn, I would have found a new area to hunt, but I just kept telling myself that a deer could be on its way and to wait for it, just in case.

Eventually, I did have to call it quits on that spot, as nothing was happening. I hadn’t even seen a fox or squirrel. Maybe the place was just bad for hunting overall. As such, I moved locations, going even further yet into the trees.

I walked for maybe a good twenty minutes when I started to notice a dreadful type of feeling. Eyes were on me. Yet, when I scanned the surrounding trees myself, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was simply my imagination, or maybe there was an animal finally, and it was just taking cover to observe me. Either way, I decided to stop where I was and set up my site again. If I went too much further into the forest anyway, I feared possibly not finding my way back out by the time it got dark.

Again, at this new spot, I waited and sat and called. And, again, no deer came, and no other animals appeared to me. Eventually, I had to call it quits for the day, as I had been out literally the entire day. Night would soon fall, and I had to, at least, get back to the patch of forest I knew before dark.

Heavily disappointed in my unlucky time, I packed up my water bottle and deer call and shouldered my rifle. It sucked to not even see a deer in all of that time, making it feel like a wasted effort. But, at the very least, I had spent my time in the outdoors that I so greatly loved.

However, that feeling of being watched came back as I trudged my way through the leaf litter. Hope flared up as I looked around to find the source, yet I still could not locate it. Probably just a raccoon then, high in a tree maybe.

Five minutes passed, and this feeling persisted. Last time, it had gone away within maybe two minutes of it arriving. But, this time, it lingered. Ten minutes, still there. Fifteen and still present. By twenty minutes of this feeling as I walked back the way I’d come, my heart was racing. Fear had started to sink in.  If this was a normal animal then it wouldn’t be following me this long, unless it was a mountain lion.

Mountain lions were apex predators that could silently stalk prey for as long as it took to catch it off guard. I had my rifle, which provided me some comfort, but the problem was I still had no idea where the source of this dread was. These big cats were extremely stealthy, so much so that the only time you saw or heard one was because it had already decided not to eat you. The fact I only had the sixth sense sensation of eyes on me meant I was still on the menu, if it was a cat.

I walked a bit faster with a hand on the strap of my gun, ready to sling it around at a moment’s notice if need be. Every now and then, I would glance back over my shoulder to ensure nothing was directly behind me. Above, the sun was setting.

Unfortunately, I had gone too deep and waited too long before moving back. At the rate I was going, I would never make it back to my familiar woods before darkness fell. I had a flashlight with me, but the advantage of night would give whatever was stalking me a better opportunity for the kill. Yet I couldn’t go any quicker than my speed walk already, or I may trigger the predatory instinct of the beast and have it only pounce more swiftly.

As dusk fell around me, I had to finally bring out my light just to not trip on roots at my feet. Of course, this added another layer of the already cultivating fear within my soul. Now, I had only one, small area in which I could really keep an eye on at any given time. And, beyond that light’s edges, my mind conjured up shadows and demons dancing among the dying foliage.

Suddenly, a loud ‘snap’ sounded beside me. Something had broken a twig. Abruptly, I whipped my field of vision around towards the noise. At first, as I scanned the trees and ground, I saw nothing. But then, my light caught something horrifying. About twenty yards away, a creature not of nature was peering out from around a tree. Thinking back to describe it give me chills, but I’ll do my best to recall every detail possible.

The most easily pronounced feature was its head, so huge and bulbous that it couldn’t have been any sort of person or animal. Maybe it was an alien, but, even then, the skull was much larger than any depiction of alien grays or others. The best thing I can compare the size to would be a tractor tire. It had to be at least seven feet tall and six feet wide in a sort of egg shape, and that was only the head.

Pale, sand-colored skin covered its face, wrinkled in many places. I saw no ears, but its eyes glimmered black in my flashlight’s beam. They were beady, little things compared to its skull but also probably still a good foot in diameter. No iris or whites showed, only a soulless pupil. No nose adorned its face, but it did appear to have a tiny slit for a mouth that stretched into a child-like grin as it stared at me with those obsidian eyes.

Of course, I screamed at the sight of its grotesque form, nearly dropping my flashlight in the process. Thankfully, I managed to keep it within my shaking hand, and I ran. I bolted through that forest as fast as I could, adrenaline lending me extra strength. However, I could hear leaves and branches snapping behind me. It was giving chase.

When I glanced back, fighting the urge not to but failing, I saw its massive head smacking into overhanging branches and breaking through them like they were nothing twenty yards away. But what got me the most upon seeing its full form was its body.

Unlike the head, its naked body was small in proportion, tiny even. It gave the thing maybe an extra three feet of height with stumpy legs and a short torso. Although small, its skinny frame boasted bulging muscles from its legs and neck to keep its enormous head erect. In front of it, slender stumps for arms with bony fingers stretched out in my direction, ready to grab hold of me once near.

Again, I let out a shriek, to which the thing let out a shrill giggle. A demented child’s laughter escaped its smiling lips, lips that revealed human teeth. My legs screamed at me as I pushed them to run faster, until I tripped.

In my effort to look over my shoulder, I had neglected to watch where I was going. Thus, my foot caught onto an extended root, and I was sent down, plowing into the ground on my shoulder. Pain radiated from my arm and shoulder, probably from hitting it on a leaf-buried rock. But the adrenaline and terror numbed that feeling.

Quickly, I scrambled to get my gun off my other shoulder. My flashlight, having landed a few feet away, pointed towards the charging monstrosity. It giggled again, seemingly having me in its clutches finally, but I readied my gun and fired.

In an instant, the beast stopped in its tracks and wailed. Its short arms tried desperately to reach up for its now bleeding face as its head flailed. More tree branches were broken and sent falling from its painful rampage as its screams pierced my ears.

I didn’t waste any time taking the opportunity, and I scrambled to my feet. After grabbing my flashlight again, I booked it once more. This time, the thing didn’t follow me, and its cries eventually faded into the background.

Thankfully, I had been going in the right direction the whole time, and I eventually made it out of the woods and to my truck. Without a moment’s hesitation, I jumped in and peeled out of there. I wanted to tell somebody that night what had happened, to call my father or uncle or mother, but I never could bring myself to do it. Who would believe me anyway? Instead, I just ended up drinking until I passed out.

Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back into the forest again. And I get worried each time my father and uncle go on hunting trips in the very same woods. I always tell them to be extremely careful and to not go too deep, but they always look at me with confusion when I never go with them, always giving a different excuse as to why I can’t. Hell, I can’t even be around children that much anymore, because each time one of them laughs, it just reminds me of that thing’s demented giggle. It’s horrible.

Now that I wrote this story down, though, I’m hoping that it’ll provide my mind with some sort of closure or ease. I’ve spent too long cooped up in my house or in populated towns. As terrifying as that experience was, I miss the fresh air and peace of the forest. Maybe, one day, I’ll be able to go back into the trees without wanting to vomit. But, until then, I want this tale to also serve as a warning for anyone who may want to go into unfamiliar forest. Don’t. Just save yourself the trouble and fear and don’t. Please. You don’t wan to meet Big-Face.

#markipler #jacksepticeye #horror #creepypasta

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Just Shouting Into the Void

I just wanted to rant a tiny bit about how I’m in college and trying so hard. I have very severe anxiety and depression, and life is hard. But I’m in my last year of college, and I’m stressing out a lot because of the content and the fact I have a national exam after everything to make my education worth it. I’m terrified for it. I try to study for my exams, but I can barely focus when I do try. Then I beat myself up for not studying, or not retaining the knowledge much when I do study. I hate it when I don’t get perfect grades on exams and such, and I know why and that it happens, but it’s even more downputting. I’ve been told by a professor to put more effort into studying, and it’s so so hard to do that. But I’m trying. I’m trying very hard to do well and to succeed. I just wish people knew how hard I was trying compared to how hard it is to try.

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A New You

Every 7 years, approximately, you theoretically shed your cells. Cells inside your body are constantly, naturally, dying with completely new cells starting to live in their place. So, every years, your body replaces every single cell you once had with a brand new you. Whatever happened to you in the past is dead just like those cells. The old you is dead, so you can be the new you now. Be like a butterfly and change. Hatch, be free, fly. You got this.

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My bf is the sweetest

I was once looking through his phone while he was right there, not caring, and I found a gif of a girl (in a top) playing with her breasts basically. That kicked in my depression and insecurities, because I’m really small. I didn’t cry or anything, just handed his phone back to him and went into depression mode, where I just go quiet and get a sad/hollow look in my eyes and just sink into myself. Not even two minutes later my bf is crying right next to me. I ask him why he’s crying, and he choked out, “Because I’m supposed to make you happy, not hurt you.” he deleted the gif, and we hugged and comforted each other. Didn’t take long for us to be laughing together again after that. He’s amazing in pretty much any occasion, too. I suffer from both severe anxiety and depression, and he has never once in the many years we have known each other and been together made me feel bad for any of it. He’s always so gentle and caring. And sometimes when we cuddle he’ll lay his head on my chest with the biggest smile ever, even feel asleep once like that. He’s honestly the sweetest man I have ever met, and I love him more than words could ever describe.

#i love you #love #sweet

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“Like a girl.”

I hate it when people use expressions like “cried/screamed like a little girl,” “hits like a girl,” and “throws like a girl.” Have you ever heard a little boy scream at the top of his lungs for his mommy cause he simply tripped? Cause I’ve heard that plenty of times, and I’ve seen many little girls fall, brush it off like nothing, then carry on. Seen plenty of little girls throw way harder then some boys, too. Give those little girls some credit.

#littlekids #boys #girls #crying #likeagirl

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Medical Problems

The best part about being a medical student/professional is getting hurt somehow and then saying the medical/technical term for the area of your body that got hurt. Instead of telling somebody you hurt your pinky toe you’re casually like, “Yeah, I stubbed my 5th metatarsal, and there’s some inflammation going on now,” like it’s nothing.

#medical #medicalstudentproblems #doctor #nurse #medicine #pain

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Entitlement

No one is entitled to anything except their own opinion.

Doesn’t matter how much money you have, what you own, or how important you think you are. You aren’t entitled to being treated like a king or queen. You’re human just like the rest of us. So, just be a good person instead of acting like the world or other people owe you something, because they don’t.

#entitlement #opinion #equality

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Stop.

Stop being rude. Stop body shaming for size, weight, or height. Don't blame others for your own mistakes. Stop being vulgar to people for no reason. Don't hate on random people for what they look like, where they are, or where they're from. Don't hate people or hurt them because they are a different religion or have a different sexuality. Stop calling people vile things because they're different, don't have as much money as you, or are a different gender. Don't make women feel horrible about themselves for being on their period or shame their bodies because they had kids. Stop tearing people down. There is no reason to do it. it won't fix your own problems. It won't make you feel better. It only makes you look like a fool and shows a black heart. What if they go and do bad, unspeakable things to themselves because of something rude and vile said to them? What if that was you? Or your mother? Your father, brother, sister, SO, best friend? Please stop being so heartless and cruel to people, whether on the street, in your school, in your community, or anywhere. You don't know their situation or their story or the hardships they face in life. There is already too much negativity in the world, so why add more to it? Just stop. Be kind, my friends, for we all share the same earth, the same sky, and the same universe. We are all human beings. Stop the cruelness and instead spread the love. Thank you.

#kindness #stop cruelty #be better #love

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I see myself as worthless, useless. I believe myself to be horrible, both as a person and at doing things. I am a failure. Everything I try, i mess up. I can’t do anything right. You can say that nobody’s perfect, but that won’t take away the way I see myself. I try so hard, but I always end up failing. The one thing I think I’m actually decent at, so many other people are monumentally better at it than me. I am a wreck and failure. But the one thing that i can do better than anybody else, is be this broken, disgusting failure I am and still keep trying anyway. 

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Driving Practice

So I have my permit, and I was practicing by driving home from the nearby store. My mom was supervising me, and we were talking. I say I won't hit anything as long as it's not in the road, like people getting their mail. My mom then proceeds to say, “People getting their mail are only worth four points. You don't want them.” Followed by, “Bikers and joggers are where the big points are at.”

#gamingreference #lol

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Have you ever felt so alone that it made you cry and even maybe physically sick? And all you want is for someone to be there for you, but you're afraid to ask somebody because you'd be bothering them. Yeah, I think we've all felt this way at least once.

anonymous

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Plant farts

So like, plants are interesting. Their roots take in all the water and nutrients they need to survive, kind of like our heads where we have our mouths. The green part that we all see though and are like their butts. They expel oxygen and we use that to breath. So technically, we’re surviving off of plant farts.

#plants

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Sometimes you just need someone to remind you that you’re not as bad as you think you are.

via KushandWizdom (via kushandwizdom)

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The most adorable thing to stare into your soul.

Long-Eared Owl by Milan Zygmunt

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The most satisfying things

making the first mark in freshly fallen snow

eating a really sweet strawberry

being kissed by your significant other

a hot shower on a cold day

murdering your worst enemy

getting the new high score in a video game

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Thought I would share a pic of slenderman

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By me with a new Paint program. Jeff the Killer forever!

#creepypasta