Horror Stories Based on Creepypastas (eBook)

Batuta Ribeiro (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
106 Seiten
101 Seleções (Verlag)
978-0-00-110689-5 (ISBN)

Infos

A collection of six horror stories inspired by the darkest creepypastas and the most haunting urban legends found on the internet.
Have you ever connected to an unfamiliar Wi-Fi network? Stepped into a place that felt impossible to escape? Awoken in the dead of night with the unsettling sense that someone was watching you?
These terrifying stories rise from ordinary moments, following everyday people who stumble into situations that seem harmless - until psychological horror and supernatural horror begin to unravel their reality. Each short story draws from the eerie depths of creepypastas and urban legends, weaving scary tales that twist the mundane into something menacing.
Within these pages, you'll encounter horror stories charged with mystery, tension, and dread, crafted for readers who crave fear that feels immediate and real. As the shadows deepen and the unknown closes in, the book delivers scary tales that linger long after they're read, echoing with the chilling pulse of the internet's darkest myths.
From start to finish, this collection combines short story structure with the raw energy of creepypastas and the unsettling power of urban legends, offering horror stories and scary tales that push the boundaries of terror - and ensuring terrifying stories that stay with you long after the final page.

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Neighbor’s Wi-Fi

 

I can’t sleep. It’s two in the morning. Regret — that’s the feeling eating me up inside. Guilt. Have you ever killed someone? Ever been responsible for another person’s death? I’m worried and overwhelmed with remorse.

I grab my phone and call my girlfriend. The phone rings several times. A chill runs down my spine. Could it have already happened? What a relief to hear her voice.

"What's going on, honey?" Julia answers, her voice sleepy.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I was sleeping."

"I can’t sleep and thought I’d listen to your voice."

"Seriously?"

I go quiet. To be honest, I don’t know what to say. Julia tells me:

"Look, I’d love to talk to you, but I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Where are you?"

"At home, of course! Where else would I be?"

"Are you alone?"

"What kind of question is that, Jack?"

"Listen, I know this is going to sound crazy, but I want you to call the police and ask them to go to your house."

Julia laughs.

"Have you lost your mind, Jack? Give me one reason to do that."

"Your life is in danger."

"Jack, stop joking around."

"I’m not joking. Someone is going to kill you."

Sensing how serious I am, Julia stops laughing and asks:

"What are you talking about?"

"First you need to call the police."

"Jack, you’re scaring me. Sorry, I’m hanging up, and we’ll talk tomorrow."

"Julia, trust me..."

"Oh my God!" Julia says, startled.

"What happened?"

"I heard a noise. Something breaking. I think there’s someone inside my house."

"Julia, lock your bedroom door and climb out the window."

"Tell me what’s going on, Jack?"

"There’s no time, Julia, do what I said!"

It all started last Monday, the 5th. Because of financial issues, I didn’t have the money to pay my internet bill. And the internet is important to me. No, I’m not addicted to Facebook, Twitter, or other social networks. The internet is important because of my work.

I work from home. I’m what they call a “freelancer.” I do design and multimedia work through the site Upwork. I live alone in a back house.

In the front house lives Mrs. Perkins. She’s a seventy-year-old widow who lives with her four cats. I can’t complain about Mrs. Perkins — she’s the kind of landlord any tenant would love to have. She even lets me have lunch with her every day.

Back to the point: as a freelancer, I depend on a good internet connection. If I’m five days late paying the bill, they cut it off immediately. That’s what happened last Monday. They cut my internet.

You might be thinking, “The guy wants to work as a freelancer but doesn’t even have money to pay for internet?” I make good money freelancing. The problem is that I met my girlfriend online, and she lives about six miles from my house. Since I’m obese and sedentary — the type who hates walking more than a block on foot — I had to buy a car. I paid in full to avoid interest and ended up without a cent to my name. I used up all my savings.

So on Monday, I woke up early to work. I turned on my PC and tried to connect to the internet. A notice popped up saying the service was cut. The worst part was that I wouldn’t get paid until Friday. Until then, I’d be without internet. And being without internet for a week was the same as not working for a week. And I couldn’t afford to spend a week playing video games or watching TV.

I sat in front of my PC thinking of some way to get online. I clicked the internet icon in the bottom corner of the screen. A window opened showing the available Wi-Fi networks. I clicked them one by one. Every single one required a password. I was about to give up when I found a network named “Neighbor’s WiFi.”

I thought the name was funny. It had to be someone just messing around. With zero expectations, I clicked it. To my surprise, it connected instantly, without asking for a password. I typed in a random website, and the internet worked perfectly.

Five minutes after I started using Neighbor’s WiFi, the following message popped up on the screen:

Are you stealing the neighbor’s Wi-Fi? Shame on you! You know it’s wrong and you’re doing it anyway. Relax, just kidding! You can use the internet as much as you want. We’re a provider that wants to bring free internet to everyone. All we ask is that you create a simple account with us. Please fill out the fields below.

The registration form looked like any other website. It asked for full name, email address, username, and password. There was also a message that said:

"By clicking Create an Account, you agree to our Terms and that you’ve read our Data Policy, including our Cookie Use."

Like any impatient internet user too lazy to read the “terms” and “data policy,” I didn’t spend a single minute checking them. I clicked “Create an Account.” Then the following message appeared:

We’d like your help expanding our coverage. Please tell us in which of these places you’d like there to be free internet.

Three photos appeared on the screen — a sandwich shop, a pizzeria, and a café, all businesses in my city.

I clicked the photo of the café, since that was my favorite place to meet up with friends.

I woke up early on Tuesday. I went to the café to grab a coffee and chat with James, the owner and an old acquaintance. Imagine my surprise when I got there and saw that the café had burned down. The place was now just a pile of rubble.

I approached James. The guy was inconsolable. I asked what had happened.

"At around two in the morning, they called me to say the café was on fire. I don’t know how it could’ve happened."

It was heartbreaking to see James like that. And heartbreaking to see such a cool place destroyed by fire. I went back home worried. I remembered what had happened the day before, when I clicked on the café’s photo.

Could it be a coincidence? Could the fire have anything to do with me clicking on the café’s photo the day before?

No, of course not! I thought. Why would an internet company be interested in burning down a café?

Only an idiot would consider that possibility. They just wanted to know where I’d like there to be free Wi-Fi. What’s wrong with that? They didn’t ask me which place I wanted burned down. It was just a coincidence. Nothing more.

Back home, I had a lot of work to do and a lot of work to deliver. I turned on my PC and connected to Neighbor’s WiFi. After five minutes, the screen went black and this message appeared:

We’re glad you’re enjoying our Wi-Fi. Don’t worry, Neighbor’s WiFi is completely free. Money has no value to us. But in order to improve our services, we ask that you provide your address so we can send a tech support assistant to perform maintenance.

I typed in my address, but when I hit send, I realized I had forgotten to specify that I lived in the back house. That wasn’t really a problem, since Mrs. Perkins would point the tech support assistant to the back house when he showed up.

I kept using the free Neighbor’s WiFi until nightfall. I don’t know why they wanted to send a tech assistant; the connection was extremely fast. It was the fastest I had ever used. I could watch high-quality movies without having to wait for them to load. It felt like the PC was playing an original DVD.

That night, I went to my girlfriend’s place. It was Dr. House night. I bought a pizza and took it over to Julia’s house. At some point, I mentioned that my internet had been cut off and that I was using Neighbor’s WiFi.

"Wow, Jack, that’s messed up! Stealing your neighbor’s Wi-Fi is like keeping the wrong change. It might not be a crime, but it’s dishonest."

I laughed and said:

"Neighbor’s WiFi is the name of the provider. They offer free internet. The name is clever and really on point, because if someone asks, ‘Which internet service do you use?’ you can answer, ‘The neighbor’s Wi-Fi.’ I think it’s pretty creative."

"Why would a provider give out free Wi-Fi?" Julia asked.

"Maybe for advertising purposes. It’s like magazines: they send you a few issues for free and then keep bugging you to subscribe. To use Neighbor’s WiFi, I had to register, give them my email and my address."

"How can you just give your information to a company you know nothing about?"

"I didn’t give them my bank account number or my password. It’s just an internet provider trying to get into the market."

"And do you even know where this so-called company is located?"

"No."

"Careful, Jack. When something sounds too good to be true, it usually is."

I didn’t respond. After all, in the few months I’d been dating Julia, I had already noticed she was full of worries.

At the rate things were going, I was going to cancel my Comcast service. Why pay when you can get free Wi-Fi from the neighbor?

On Wednesday, I got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, came out and started making breakfast. Before beginning the day, I thought about doing a load of laundry. It was a hot, sunny day. I went outside and noticed something unusual — Mrs. Perkins’ kitchen door was closed. She had the habit of waking up early and opening every door and window in the house. Her cats should’ve been wandering around the yard by then. But Mrs. Perkins’ house was closed up and very quiet. Maybe she had gone to the health clinic or decided to start taking morning walks.

I washed my clothes and hung them on the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 18.11.2025
• Übersetzer: Jackson Miller
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-110689-9 / 0001106899
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-110689-5 / 9780001106895