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Tonight I have for you three creepypasta stories from the depths of the internet about demons, devils, disappearances, and deadly viruses. This podcast would not be possible without the listeners and the Patreon subscribers including 933TheVolt.com, BubbleSlayer, Ivy Iverson, Jenn Mischievous, John Newby, madjoe, Oliver, and P.A. Nightmares. To find out how you can support Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time visit www.scarystorytime.com/support and find links to Patreon, merchandise, and social media links.
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Emilia
Written by NerdxCorexCreep
Linda and Marcus watch their beautiful daughter, Emilia, as she gently brushes the hair of her favorite doll, Jane. As they hold each others’ hands, they smile at the sight of such innocence… of such happiness. The two young parents would do anything to protect their little girl, even if it meant giving up their lives for her. They loved her so much and having her in their lives strengthened their love for each other.
Marcus stares into Linda’s eyes, as she smiles brightly in response. They kiss, feeling each other’s warm embrace. For ten seconds, they remind each other of the passion they have felt for the last ten years, a passion that has burned strong that entire time. For ten seconds, they take their eyes off of their beloved Emilia.
As they slowly pull away from each other, Linda just so happens to look into the direction where Emilia is supposed to be. To her horror, the previously occupied 9-year-old child and her favorite doll were gone. “Emilia?” Linda exclaims in a panic. “Emilia!” yells Marcus as well.
Panic strikes at their hearts as they begin to frantically search. Soon, the decision to live a quiet, isolated life in the middle of the woods, away from the dangerous and unpredictable happenings of the nearby town, no longer seemed like a wise decision. It was unlike the young couple to take their eyes off of their child while outside the safety of their log-built house, even for just ten seconds.
Ten seconds, which seemed so minuscule at the time, proved to be just long enough for their worst fears to become reality. Ten seconds became ten minutes of searching, which became ten days, and eventually ten months. Ten months passed, until Emilia’s tenth birthday, and for ten months the couple that had once felt nothing but love and happiness were now reduced to empty shells of their former selves.
In ten months, no trace of Emilia was ever found. Nothing except for one thing, that is. During the initial search by the panicked couple, Marcus stumbled upon Jane, their now lost daughter’s most cherished possession. Beyond the lone doll, however, it was as though the poor child simply vanished into thin air. There were no footprints, torn articles of clothing, or stains of blood anywhere in the vast forest, and they made certain to spend every minute they could combing the entirety of that forest.
As Marcus drinks his fifth bottle and passing out yet again, Linda stares into the eyes of the doll. Tears cloud her vision, but ever since that day it was as though she were looking into the eyes of Emilia herself. This feeling made the inexplicable loss that much more painful. Such a small part of her was not nearly enough, she wanted everything back, she wanted her baby.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looks over to the poor excuse of the man she once loved, utter disgust in her house. She blamed him of course, but with that, she also had to blame herself. They both took their eyes away from her, and so they were both responsible for losing her. Those ten seconds of love for each other would prove to be the last.
The sight of each other now disgusted the couple that once held each other in such high regard. It was as though Emilia had been the glue that held them together, and with her gone, their love was doomed to fall apart.
One night, however, there would be yet another change in the direction of their lives. There was a knock at their door. As always, there was just as much hope of it being their recovered daughter as the dread of it being a police officer delivering tragic news. Cautiously optimistic, Linda opens the door to see a strange man.
His face was covered by a long gray beard and his eyes were a strange, sickly yellow. “Hello, ma’am,” he began, a tired old voice escaping his lips. “My name is Nicolas Rasguño, and I have come to offer you a gift.” As Linda, not amused by the sudden appearance of a stranger, gives him the once over and bitterly remarks, “Oh yeah? Is it my daughter?”
To this remark, the old man gives Linda a rotten tooth-filled grin and answers back, “Well actually, Señora, that’s exactly what it is.”
“What?” she gasps, her eyes growing large at hearing these words.
“May I come in, por favor?” asks Nicolas, maintaining his smile.
“Why.. yes, of course!” Linda exclaims, allowing the old man to enter.”
At this point, the only thing that concerned the hopeful young mother was that this strange old man might actually be a lead to finding their daughter. She didn’t understand what he meant by his gift being her daughter, but she was determined to find out by any means necessary.
“Please, have a seat,” Linda offers Nicolas as she kicks her passed out husband who was lying drunk on the couch.
“Thank you, Linda” answers Nicolas, accepting the offer.
“The hell is this?” asks Marcus, slurring his words from inebriation.
“This,” Linda begins to answer, the tone in her voice communicating her annoyance with her husband, “is Mr. Rasguño. He may have some information about where we can find Emilia.”
Almost immediately, these words seem to all but sober Marcus right up. His eyes grow large and he stands to his feet, staring directly at the still smiling Nicolas, and demands, “Well? Speak!”
“I’m afraid you misinterpret,” answers the old man. “I don’t have information for you. I can give her back to you, right here and now.”
Suddenly, rage explodes inside Marcus, who rushes over and grabs Nicolas by the collar of his coat. “Tell me now!” he yells, what did you do with her you old son of a bitch!” As much as Linda wants to join her husband in beating the information out of the stranger, she understands that Emilia is clearly not with him at the moment, and if they want any chance at seeing her again, they need to not lose their heads.
“Knock it off you idiot,” she yells at Marcus, pulling him away from the ever-smiling Nicolas.
“He knows where she is!” her agitated husband exclaims.
“Yeah, no shit! Do you think he’s gonna tell us where if you act like a moron?”
“Again, Señora,” Nicolas interrupts. “I’m not going to give you any information about where your beautiful little girl is. I am going to present her to you.”
Linda and Marcus look at each other in confusion, and then back to Nicolas. “I… I don’t understand,” says Linda.
“I will present to you, your child, but before I do so there are a couple of things I’m going to need.”
A look of disgust shows on Linda’s face as she says, “How much…” Nicolas then begins to laugh, the sound of an old dying hyena.
“No, no, no. I don’t need money. All I need from you is the child’s most cherished possession, and for you to sign this release.”
This is completely fucking ridiculous, Linda thought to herself. How could anyone require grieving parents to sign a waiver to see their missing child, and on top of that hand over her most cherished possession as some sick form of payment? She maintains her composure however and walks over to the table on which Jane, their daughter’s most cherished possession, sat. She picks up the doll and hands it over.
The old man strokes the hair of the doll, and Marcus tries his best to contain his rage at the thought of this old man doing this with his little girl. “And now, the release,” Nicolas reminds them, handing Linda a piece of paper. She reads over the very small amount of writing which simply reads:
In exchange for the soul of our daughter, Emilia, we in sound body and mind, sign over that of our own immortal souls to one Nicolas Rasguño.
Linda, losing her composure, scoffs at what she has just read. “What the hell is this?”
“Exactly what it says,” answers Nicolas. “In exchange for your immortal souls, I will return the soul of your dearest Emilia.
“Oh the hell with this,” shouts Marcus, fists balled as he approaches Nicolas.
“Stop,” says Linda, not taking her eyes at the vile old man. “Just sign the goddamn papers, and if we don’t see our little girl, we kill this son of a bitch.”
Nicolas chuckles at that remark as Linda signs her name to the paper. Reluctantly, Marcus signs it as well and shoves it into the old man’s chest.
“Excellent,” says Nicolas as he rises from his seat. He then takes the doll and places its mouth to his, giving it a long and uncomfortable kiss. He then hands it back to Linda, who accepts it, feeling utterly confused. “Thanks for doing business,” he says, turning to leave the house. Quickly, Marcus blocks the door before he can do so.”
“Hold the hell on,” the furious father yells, “Where the hell is she old man?!”
“What do you mean?” answers Nicolas, still smiling. “She’s right there.” He points at the doll as Linda stares down at the tiny body in her hands.
Confusion quickly turns to anger, as she throws the doll to the ground, grabs one of her husband’s empty bottles, and smashes it over Nicolas’ head. He yells in pain, as blood and broken glass flies away from his wounded head and he falls to the floor, that wicked smile finally leaving his face. Marcus then proceeds to kick and beat the old man viciously, as Linda walks to her bedroom and promptly returns, holding a 9 mm pistol.
“Where the hell is she you old fuck?!” she screams in his face, pistol-whipping him repeatedly. Blood gushing from his nose, eyes, and mouth, and slowly but surely, that same smile forms. He then begins to laugh uncontrollably. Her patience gone, and under the impression that Nicolas was a crazy old bastard that just wanted to make her pain worse, she fires a single shot between his life, abruptly ending his laughter.
For ten seconds, there is silence, until suddenly there is a voice. A small, faint, and familiar voice coming from behind Linda. “Mom…my,” says the small yet unmistakable voice of Emilia. Trembling, Linda turns around to see the small broken body of Emilia’s doll, Jane. It’s around, moving around and it’s now partially shattered head trying to pick itself up but ultimately falling back down.
Tears fall from Linda’s eyes as she witnesses the small porcelain doll which she had carelessly thrown to the floor, struggle to move. Marcus, frozen with shock and confuses can only mutter out, “Emilia?” in a strained, choked voice.
“Why… mom…my?” says the voice of Emilia. Linda rushes over to the tiny body, completely at a loss for words, and picks her up, pieces of her shattered head falling to the floor. A single eye looks at the distraught mother, and one final time utters the word, “Mom…” before there is once again silence. She dolls stops moving completely. For the briefest moment, and most unexpected of ways, Linda and Marcus had gotten their beloved daughter back, but before they could even realize what was happening, she was gone once again… and for good.
Linda screams and Marcus falls to his knees and weeps. Once again, carelessness has cost them their daughter, and Linda can’t take it anymore. Her heart shattered and her soul apparently gone, she glares at Marcus, who stares at her, hatred burning in his eyes. He doesn’t have time to do anything about it, however, as she aims the gun at him and fires three times, hitting him in the chest.
She doesn’t bother to make sure he’s actually dead before she turns the gun on herself and fires a single round into her temple. All is quiet in the house of the dead. There is a dead silence… until the sounds of laughter echoes throughout. Nicolas Rasguño picks himself up and pulls the single bullet from between his eyes, and flicks it away like a dead bug.
Smiling wider than ever, he picks up the lifeless head of Marcus and claims his rightful property that is the man’s soul, as he places the cold dead lips to his own. He then walks over to Linda and does the same. Only by Linda and Marcus offering their souls free in exchange for the soul of Emilia, who, being a child he had easily conned out of giving up her own 10 months prior, was he able to claim them.
Giving up the soul of a single child was more than a deal to exchange for 2 adult souls, rich with pain and sin. As Nicolas takes his newly acquired property, he leaves the poor lonely soul of Emilia, now doomed to walk in Limbo, with no longer a human body, as it remained perfectly hidden and rotting away, and not even a vessel such as her most cherished doll to inhabit any longer.
As far as the rest of the world would know, the grieving mother, distraught from the disappearance and presumed death of her child, resorted to murdering her husband and taking her own life. No one would ever know of Nicolas Rasguño… except, of course, for the next unlucky soul that would cross his path.
The Darkness is Coming
The doctor said that mum had severe schizophrenia and she needed to take her medication three times a day, every day or she would become delusional. I had to take care of her and my sister now, as our dad just got in his car one day and fucked off. The doctor said that might have been what triggered her illness. Over the days and months she got worse, like the medication wasn’t working. We took her to see multiple psychologists and doctors, but they all dismissed her.
She just sat there. Rocking backwards and forwards. Muttering the same words under her breath over and over. “The darkness is coming, the darkness is coming.” She kept scratching at her arms continuously until they bled like there was something itching underneath her skin which she had to dig out. We tried to get her help, but every time anyone went near her she let out bloodcurdling screams and her eyes rolled right to the back of her head. She’d gotten so bad that we had to tie her down by her wrists and ankles to the bed in the attic so she couldn’t mutilate herself any more than she already had. She froze her eyes focused on one corner of the room. “Can’t you hear them? They’re calling for me, the voices, it’s coming. Darkness. Nothing but darkness,” she cried. Almost instantly she began screaming again, trying to break free of the ties that held her in place, violently trying to rip them off with her teeth. You could see the frustration building in her eyes. After three hours of contorting her body and shaking the bed she fell quiet again.
I rushed into my little sister’s room to check she was alright, after all she was only seven and it was hard to explain what was happening to mum without scaring her. She was scrunched into a ball with all the pillows over her head, most probably trying to block out the events of the attic. I perched on the end of the bed and walked my fingers up her arm and gently stroked her golden hair. She came out from under the pillows, “Has it stopped?” I nodded my head, tucked her into bed and left her a kiss on the cheek. By now, I was shattered myself so I went back up to the attic to make sure that mum was still calm. She seemed flat out so I locked the door and headed off to bed.
I found it hard to sleep anymore and the doctor had prescribed me sleeping pills. I sat in bed and took two with a sip of water. They kicked in straight away, thank God, and I fell straight to sleep. This sleep however was soon to be broken as a strange scratching sound woke me. It could have been anything so I dismissed it and closed my eyes. Just as I was about to fall back to sleep a loud bang made me jump out my skin. I heard my sister scream and I ran straight for the door but it slammed right in my face! No matter how much I tried to get it open, it wouldn’t. The banging was louder and all I could think of was getting to my sister and keeping her safe. Somehow I managed to prise the door open and I rushed to my sister’s bedroom. The attic door was hanging off its hinges and there was trail of blood all the way down the stairs. The colour drained from my face as I realised where the trail was heading. I kicked open the door to my sister’s room to find mum crouched on top of my sister’s lifeless body, her mouth oozing with deep red blood. I was almost sick. Her hands filled with my sister’s flesh which she had ripped off of her stomach in large chunks. Her intestines hanging out. My mum turned to look at me. Her eyes were completely black, there was evil in her face. She threw the pieces of flesh onto the floor and slowly began to make her way towards me. I backed up towards the door, my heart racing. She showed me her arm and smiled deviously. I looked down at what she was showing me; it said, “Darkness lies within.” She had carved those words into her own skin with what looked like one of her own teeth. I looked away and once again felt the need to be sick but I swallowed it back down.
I couldn’t take it. That wasn’t my mum, it was a beast, a demon. I ran out the room and down the stairs. She followed, chasing after me, calling out to me, “Join me child.” I kept running until I got to the kitchen. I grabbed the knives. All the lights suddenly went out and I was in total darkness. I could hear my own heartbeat. Then I saw it. Her glowing eyes in the corner of the room, just stood there. She began to hobble towards me. I took a breath and rammed the knife straight into her beating chest. She screamed so I pulled out and went for her again and again until she was on the floor. Still not dead though. As I stepped back I knocked over a tray of cutlery. It rained knives, forks and spoons all over her face. One of the forks landed straight in her eye socket, I grabbed it and began to twist it around and around until she finally stopped screaming. Dead.
I froze for a second and tears began to stream down my face. What have I done? I ran out of the house and down the street my hands and clothes covered in my mother’s and sister’s blood. I went to the only place I could think of where I knew I’d be safe from it all. Church. I sat down by the altar and I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. The priest sat down next to me and nodded as if he knew about everything. He told me that my mum wasn’t a schizophrenic and that she was possessed by a powerful demon that took control of her body. And that if I didn’t kill her… It would have killed me.
Demonic Ebony Virus Breakout
There have been many outbreaks in America. I currently believe there’s a West Nile Virus outbreak, and there was an outbreak of Swine Flu a few years ago as well.
This particular virus outbreak occurred a few years ago in a rural town, located somewhere in New York. The town was small, unincorporated, and barely anyone lives there now.
This virus was… very different than other outbreaks or epidemics. This virus could also be considered an episode of mass hysteria, occurring mostly in girls ages ten to eighteen. The girls’ lives were relatively normal. They went to school, hung out with friends, the works. Then, they would get a “crush” on someone, usually a celebrity, and it would start out very small.
Pretty soon though, most of these victims seemed as if they were in a trance. The crush they had grew bigger and bigger, into an obsession. Most parents of the victims began to get worried. They decided to have all sent to the local hospital and checked out by doctors.
All of the victims were girls between the ages of ten to eighteen, as stated before. They all exhibited the same symptoms.
Doctors had a hard time letting each girl adjust to the room they were kept in, due to most of them violently screaming and thrashing in the hallways. After counting, it was reported that thirty-seven girls had been put in the hospital exhibiting one or more symptoms.
Within a few minutes, two doctors were assigned to each girl so they could run tests and interview them. After a few hours, doctors returned and reported their findings.
Every girl claimed this: A few days after starting to build a crush, they would look in a mirror and see a demonic girl staring back at them. She was described as having light blue skin, bloody lips with stitches running across her mouth, black eyes with red pupils, wild and curly dark blue hair, a red choker necklace and nightgown, complete with red slippers. This girl was said to have sang to the girls, before speaking.
“I see you like someone. I love him too, but you deserve him, not me. I can help you get him, allow me into your life, and I promise he will be yours.”
When asked if they knew this girl’s name, all victims answered the same thing.
“Ebony.”
This “Ebony” was always telling the victim about her fantasies that included the celebrity the victim had a crush on, and plans to help her victim “receive” him. Most girls claimed to only see her in their rooms or mirrors, while others claimed to have talked to her at school or at a park.
They only thought about her and their crush, nothing else, as if they were blinded by it. They began to lash out on others, scream and cry at their parents and teachers, hit them, and even cut themselves.
Most victims said that Ebony claimed if they cut themselves, they would become a step closer to being with their crush.
Doctors stopped here and concluded the girls had all gone insane. A few parents were bizarrely angry. Being confused as to why all girls claimed to have seen the same thing, the same demon girl, Ebony. Then that would mean they weren’t insane, but it was a poltergeist, in the town that was only visible to the victims.
Weeks after this gathering, the girls’ behavior got worse to the point they didn’t just cut themselves, but had began to gag themselves with bags and tie strings around their necks in attempts to hang themselves. They said they stopped after Ebony saw them and simply said, “No. Not yet.”
Two weeks later, all hell broke loose in the town.
The first girl experienced what many other girls would experience soon. Her name was Eva Whittaker, and she had been the first victim. She suffered a mental breakdown, and tore her room to shreds, feeling tortured by her lust for the celebrity she had fallen in love with. As usual, Ebony saw… but what she told the girl caused a terrible turn of events.
“You will have him. But first, go to your kitchen, grab a knife, and bring it to me.”
Eva was afraid now, skeptical about why Ebony wanted a knife, but since she believed her to be her friend now, she followed her orders and grabbed a knife. She headed to her room.
The door closed and the lights were off. Suddenly, she heard humming, and then singing, from Ebony. She was singing The Darkness.
“Sing to me songs of the Darkness.
“Farewell to Heaven, my friend.
“Come to me, bury your sorrow.
“Temptation await the condemned.”
Eva tried to call Ebony’s name but to no avail, and all she heard was Ebony say something different.
“I can feel the cold hand of death.
“And the end drawing near.
“I’ve seen Gods of the men.
“And all of which they fear.”
The lights turned on, and Ebony was right in front of Eva, with a sick twisted grin on her bleeding face. She sang again. “Sing to me songs of the Darkness.”
“Farewell to Heaven, my friend.” She grabbed the knife from Eva’s hands, and pinned her to the ground. Once she had her under her control, she stabbed Eva multiple times in the back. All Eva could feel were sharp pains, and she kept hearing Ebony now laughing the lines of the song.
“Come to me, bury your sorrow.
“Temptation await the condemned.”
She sang over and over as she continued to stab Eva. Eva felt a darkness coming over her, as if she were about to go to sleep, she began to cry, and Ebony noticed. She then sang quietly, as if it were a lullaby, and stopped.
Eva was in a pool of blood now, with the knife next to her. Ebony whispered into Eva’s ear.
“I told you he was going to be yours, all you had to do was bring me that knife, and now he is yours. You’re almost there, just shut your eyes, and he’ll be there. I hope if we ever see each other again, you thank me. You won’t regret this. Farewell to Heaven, my friend.”
Eva was found dead the next day, police investigated it as a suicide, and pretty soon, the thirty-six other girls had been found dead. Some of the girls were found in their room, like Eva, some had jumped, and others were found on the side of a road with a suicide note in their pocket. Police were now certain this town was suffering a case of mass suicides.
Doctors announced that the girls were suffering from a mass hysteria episode that they named the “Demonic Ebony Virus” or DEV for short.
One day, a young girl that was six-years-old walked through the same neighborhood where Eva had died. Pretty soon, she heard Ebony singing and Eva’s screams. She dropped to the ground, crying in fear, and was greeted by Ebony, who slaughtered her and dumped her in a river. The body was never found. She was the last victim to suffer DEV, though it only lasted a few minutes.
Many girls around the same age found out and became unsettled, scared they might be one of the next victims of DEV. As teachers and parents tried to calm younger children, other schoolchildren began to believe Ebony was something similar to Bloody Mary, and didn’t realize the dark reality behind her.
Ebony was once a real girl, and was thirteen when she died. She had become obsessed with a certain celebrity, and was driven to the point of insanity by it, due to the fact the person she was obsessed with had died years prior.
She was bullied endlessly by her obsession, and ended up killing herself. After dying, she decided to take revenge on those who had bullied her.
The girls that bullied her were among the thirty-eight victims.
All Ebony wanted was the person she loved most in the world, and the ones that originally didn’t understand her pain, were placed in her shoes in the end.
The town later became deserted, no one lives there now. The neighborhood where Eva died still contains her screaming and Ebony’s voice singing quietly.
“Sing to me songs of the darkness.
“Farewell to Heaven, my friend.
“Come to me, bury your sorrow.
“Temptation await the condemned.”
Sing to me songs of the darkness, sing to me songs of the darkness, sing to me songs of the darkness.
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I’ll see you in your nightmares.
