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Creepypasta-Misery: I do NOT own “Let It Go,” nor do I own ANY of the Creepypastas mentioned in this.  I DO own this parody, though.  If you want to use it, give me credit! Enjoy, loves~ The blood glows red in the forest tonight, Not a killer to be seen. A kingdom of Creepypastas, And it looks like I’m a Proxy. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in; Slender knows I’ve tried. Don’t let them through, Don’t let them see, Be the good girl you always had to be. Conceal, don’t feel, Don’t let it show. Well now it shows! Let ‘em drown, go to sleep. Can&

The moon has no means of shinning into the windowless room, so a lone candle flickered by the door to light the angry man's actions. Mr. Hyde grew in his frenzy as he tore the room apart. Papers flew forth as he threw open drawers and pulled the contents out. He set fire to the written works, some of them a confused and angry mix of his own writing as well as his opposite's. Scorch marks were engraved into the wooden planks and piles of gray ash were scattered with ripped clothes as he went about his destruction. The ransacked room was left with deep pants of Mr. Hyde's fury before a tired and struggling voice broke through. "Edward," it spo

I'm Dr. Henry Jekyll      And I'm Edward Hyde I invented a strange potion      I'm a result in taking the potion I live for the day      And I live for the night I battle the good and evil inside me      I am the evil that's inside of him I'm a friendly young man      And I'm a violent man I need to get him out of my head      I won't stay out of his head I must gain control      I must take control of him I must hide my journal from Hyde      I must find the journal and rip it to bits I need to destroy Hyde      I will destroy Jekyll The only way is to destroy myself!      I must not let him kill the b

“Excuse me, Mrs. Carsey, but I was wondering if you’d had a chance to review my request to have the weekend off, and if it’s not too much trouble, if I could slip away a little early tonight.  I’m sorry it’s such short notice, but…” The Senior Librarian’s unblinking stare was enough to stop Verity in the middle of her sentence. “I’m sorry, Verity, but I can’t grant you the time off so suddenly.” “Can’t you cover for me?” “I could, but I won’t.” “But that’s not fair!” Verity exclaimed. “Be that as it may be,

Darkness. Edward Hyde blinked twice to assure that his eyes were truly open. Still darkness. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how he’d gotten to…wherever he was. All he could remember was Utterson breaking in and a terrible pain, but as far as he could remember, he hadn’t taken the poison. Now he was laying in total blackness. He tried to sit up only to slam his head on something above him.  Feeling around, he found walls all around him and a ceiling no more than an inch or two from his head. He assumed there was another wall closing him in down by his feet, but his legs weren’t long enough for him to