The Goodwill Shoes (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I had a cousin who came from a poor family. His family shopped at Goodwill a lot. My cousin had gotten red shoes from Goodwill. After my cousin had gotten these red shoes from Goodwill he began to change. He would tell me he wanted to do horrible things to people. In fact, I saw him torture a mouse. 

I was worried about my cousin. My cousin visited me and said he killed someone. He killed a drifter and he was scared. I asked my cousin what was wrong with him. It was then I realized the red shoes were red with dried blood. The shoes were originally white. Underneath the shoe, written it black marker was the name “Ted Bundy”.  We both realized it was the shoes. 

Doing more research, we found out the shoes belonged to Ted Bundy, the serial killer. We both realized that was why my cousin changed so much. My cousin tried to take the shoes off but couldn’t. My cousin said to cut off his feet, I said no. We went to our local church and I sprinkled some holy water on the shoes, and they were able to come off.  

Unfortunately, cousin wasn’t out of the woods yet. He still killed a man. My cousin was sent to prison for murder and I still write to him. My cousin asked me what happened to the shoes. I then realized we left them at the church. Before I could destroy the shoes, I found out they were donated to Goodwill. Eventually I found out another person bought those shoes. I don’t know who, but it’s probably not going to end well for all parties tied to those shoes.

The Scottie Pippen Curse (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I was a terrible basketball player, but my friend was really good. My friend thought he was the best. My friend told me his secret was a Scottie Pippen trading card he keeps with him at all times. The trading card brings him good luck. Scottie Pippen happened to be our favorite basketball player. 

Oddly enough, I barrowed the Scottie Pippen trading card for one day and I beat my friend at a game of basketball. My friend went on to be the best player on my high school team. He even played for the NBA. Yet, when I visited him, he was crying. I asked him as we stood inside his huge mansion, why are you crying? 

My friend told me he wishes he could lose at least one game. He was tired of being the best and he told me that the Scottie Pippen trading card is a curse. I said to get rid of the card.  My friend said the only way he could get rid of the trading card was to sell his soul to the devil. I thought he was joking at first, but he said that the Scottie Pippen trading card was given to him by a demon. The demon said this trading card would make him the greatest basketball player ever, but if he was to lose the trading card or it were to be destroyed, his soul will belong to the devil. 

I said to give me the Scottie Pippen trading card, but he said no. My friend ripped the Scottie Pippen trading card in half. After my friend destroyed the Scottie Pippen trading card, he died. They said his cause of death was a stroke, but I knew otherwise. I knew it was that Scottie Pippen trading card that killed my friend. 

A few months after my friend passed away, a student of mine was playing basketball in the schoolyard and he was doing pretty good. I asked him what’s his secret, he said a lucky Scottie Pippen trading card. As much I wanted to warn my student about the dangers, he gotten himself into, I heard an evil voice say, “he’ll learn, the deal is final”. It was after my friend passed away, I realized being the best isn’t really the best thing in the end.  

My Family’s Dog Was Odd (Bucky's Creepypastas)

Growing up, our family had an odd dog named Ernie. He rarely barked, hated dog food, and rarely went poop. I remember Ernie’s fur being bright red and we had no idea what breed he was. We got him at a shelter, and he was already full grown. Yet, I don’t remember Ernie aging at all. 

My 14^th birthday was a day I would never forget. Ernie ran away and I went looking for him. Funny enough, Ernie was a birthday present for my 10^th birthday. I looked all over town for Ernie but couldn’t find him. I went into the woods and I finally found Ernie.  

I was so happy to take Ernie home, but I was distracted by a UFO in the sky. Then it dawned on me, my dog could be an alien.  I always thought Ernie was a bit strange.  I guess it was time for Ernie to go back to his real home. 

I fled the scene as other dogs who looked like Ernie were gathering at the site of the UFO. As I sobbed on my way home, two government agents came up to me. The government agents said if I tell this story to anyone that I would go to prison for life. Guess where I’m telling this story from? Also no one believes me, will you?

Dawn of The Skull Slasher (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I was told growing up that there was no such thing as monsters. But how wrong I was. Our town has had a string of unsolved murders and the only clue left behind was a picture of a skull. The picture of the skull was the killer’s calling card and the local newspaper called him The Skull Slasher. 

Everybody in my town lived in fear of The Skull Slasher and wondered who his next victim would be. My friend said he knew where The Skull Slasher was hiding. Our town has an abandoned auto factory and he said that’s where The Skull Slasher lived. My friend and I went to the abandoned auto factory and discovered that it was indeed the hiding place of The Skull Slasher. 

How did we find this out so quickly?  Well, it was because my friend’s brother was The Skull Slasher and he wanted me to be his next victim! My friend actually worked alongside his brother The Skull Slasher and he protects his brother’s secret. I ran away with The Skull Slasher chasing behind me. 

The Skull Slasher wielded an axe and he was wearing a hooded cloak. During the chase I tripped and hurt my leg. The Skull Slasher tried to kill me, but I fought back. I was able to lower his hood to reveal a face that looked like a skull. The Skull Slasher’s face was burnt to the bone because I would later learn he tripped in an acid tank that burnt his face off. 

During our fight, I would find out later, The Skull Slasher knocked me out cold. When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed with a cast on my leg. A police officer was at my bedside waiting to interview me.  You would think I would tell him what happen to me, right? I would tell him I was almost killed by The Skull Slasher. I didn’t tell the truth to the police officer.  The reason I did not tell that officer was because the officer who interviewed me was the father of The Skull Slasher. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him or anyone again. 

I moved far away to a whole other state after that. Oddly enough, I heard that my old friend became a police officer himself in my old hometown.  I am guessing that probably explains why The Skull Slasher still hasn’t been caught. 

I Can’t Stop Eating (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I went to my high school reunion and I noticed the girl I used to have a crush on in high school wasn’t there. After the reunion, I went to see what happened to Becky Barnes, my old classmate. I discovered through my research that Becky lives in a rundown apartment downtown, so I went to visit her. 

Becky, who used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad and one of the most popular girls in high school, was now 780lbs. and she couldn’t get out of bed. The apartment where Becky lived smelled awful and food was everywhere. I asked Beck how she let herself go after high school and she claims she was cursed. 

I had forgotten that Becky used to bully the unpopular girls and a lot of them were overweight. One girl, who I had forgotten about, a goth girl who Becky bullied, cursed her. The goth girl uttered “You’ll never be full” and just like that Becky, the thin cheerleader just couldn’t stop eating. Becky told me no matter how much she eats; she never feels full. 

After Becky told me her story, she had a heart attack and died right there in her rundown apartment. I tried calling 911, but my cell phone had no signal.   So, I ran to one of Becky’s neighbors and shouted, “Call 911!”.  The paramedics were unable to revive Becky.  I left the building before they removed Becky’s body out of the apartment.  

As I was leaving, I remembered the girl who cursed Becky. It was Amanda.  In high school Amanda was overweight, but when I saw Amanda at the reunion, she had lost some weight. Could cursing Becky have helped Amanda lose weight? Could they both be normal weight?  All I know is that karma is a bitch and it’s probably best not to bully the wrong person. 

The Curse of Thor’s Hammer (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I’m a doctor at a mental hospital and I’m reviewing a case study of one of my patients named Alex. Alex tells me he went to his local comic shop one day and he noticed they had a replica of Thor’s hammer for sale. He bought it because it looked so real, so Alex played with it in his basement. When he broke a lamp in his basement with Thor’s hammer, it caused the power to go out in his whole house. He went upstairs to see that his parents were electrocuted like they had been hit by lighting. 

The hammer started to glow, and sparks flew out of it. Suddenly, he heard rumblings in his garage. Carrying the hammer, Alex went to the garage to see something he claims he truly couldn’t believe. It was an ugly troll eating his pet cat.  Alex hit the troll with Thor’s hammer, and it created three more trolls, great to Alex’s surprise.  As Alex was ready to defend himself against the trolls, they all bowed down to him. The trolls told Alex that he was the reincarnation of the mythical Norse god Thor. When he looked in a mirror, he discovered that he had transformed into the mythical god of thunder. Alex now had a dirty red beard and long mangy red hair. Alex also claimed he was dressed like a Viking warrior. The trolls also told Alex it was fate that he would find the hammer and become a god again. 

Suddenly memories of a past life that he never knew returned to Alex. Epic battles, friendships he has longed forgotten, and loves he has lost. The next part Alex tells me is that he asked the trolls what should he do now? They said, do whatever you want. So, he tried to bring his parents back to life and when it did not work, the trolls to told him this was all a lie. It turns out Alex wasn’t a young man living in my parents’ basement but was the thunder god being punished for past crimes. When he asked what his past crimes were, the trolls wouldn’t tell him. Alex begged the trolls to tell him.

I had to be the one to tell him that there were no trolls, that he killed his parents in a fit of rage with the hammer and had to live in a mental hospital. I had to tell Alex he wasn’t the god of thunder and that he needed help. Alex is recovering quite well, but he still occasionally has fantasies that he’s the god of thunder. Oddly enough, one night I heard the sound of thunder in the hospital and you can pretty much figure out who’s room it was coming from. 

Why Am I A Scottie Pippen Fan?

I recently ordered this biography book of Scottie Pippen and I have no idea why? I barely watch basketball yet I'm a huge Scottie Pippen fan? Maybe it's his funny name but yeah I'm a fanboy! I got a lot of reading to do!