Creepypasta is the reason I'm really here.

Darkness prevails or eerie cast would not be here without the good and the bad, creepypasta from the old days.

The rake, Mr. Widemouth, even Jeff the killer.

My love for horror and writing blossomed, like a corpse

flower, back in those days. And one of my most popular videos is actually a collection of my own

writings. So today, I'm excited to share with you a terrifying new creepypasta for my depraved mind.

It's a change from the typical allegedly true stuff, so I do hope you are at least entertained. This is titled Doghead,

and it is not for the faint of heart. The smell still clung to me. That was the worst part. The stench of burning fur and rotted wood

followed me down the dark corridors of my dreams, where doghead floats in a haze of embers. Even now, with the memory spread

out like an oil slick across my brain, I can't sleep without tasting ash in the back of my throat.

This thing that latched onto me, onto us, has a breath all its own.

Every time I close my eyes, I see the plex warped edges smoldering in the barrel, and in

those half-dream states, I feel something behind me, pressing close, it's brett a wet rasp. We'd been on the road for days. I was the one who needed it,

the spontaneous cross-country exorcism of heartbreak. Bryce liked to pretend he was along for the ride,

just to keep me sane. But I caught the occasional flicker in his eyes that said he was having fun.

He was the only one who could coax a real laugh out of me after my ex-husband's betrayal.

And then there was a smile. God, that smile. It had a warmth to it that always eased the knot

in my chest, even if I pretended otherwise.

He wasn't classically handsome, not in a magazine cover way.

But there was an easy charm in the way his brown hair curled around his ears, and the freckles

just beneath his eyes made him look perpetually amused with the world. Sometimes I'd catch myself noticing how

broad his shoulders were, or how he carried himself like he was ready to shield me from anything.

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