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⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠ Taking a night security job at a closed Chuck E. Cheese sounds like a bad joke—until the rules start making sense. What begins as an easy overnight shift quickly turns into something ritualistic, mechanical, and deeply wrong. The building doesn’t feel empty after closing; it feels aware. Old security footage plays when it shouldn’t. The animatronics don’t always stay on stage. And the rules aren’t about safety—they’re about survival. As the night drags on, it becomes clear the job was never meant to be temporary. Some roles don’t end when the shift does, and some places don’t let their employees leave.

⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130 Listen on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully This file documents SCP-096 using recovered testimonies related to a containment failure and the consequences of visual exposure to the entity. Official reports reduce the incident to procedural error. The testimonies reveal context those reports omit.This archive exists to preserve what the Foundation does not—decision-making, institutional pressure, and the human cost behind containment. SCP-096 is where the archive begins.

⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠ Driving overnight for DoorDash in a snowbound small town is easy money—until one house starts ordering every night at exactly 3:33 AM. The order never changes. The instructions never change. And the house is always waiting. Perfectly shoveled. Watched by cameras that don’t face inward. A silent woman behind the glass. Sounds from somewhere you’re not supposed to look. As the deliveries continue, the job stops feeling routine and starts feeling deliberate. Someone is watching. Someone is listening. And whatever lives at the edge of town doesn’t just place orders—it follows rules.

⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠ A rookie cop in rural Ohio is handed a secret patrol guide filled with impossible rules—deer-headed hitchhikers, faceless drivers, sirens that summon things in the corn. At first, the rules feel like superstition. Then they start working. But the deeper he goes, the clearer it becomes: the fear isn’t protecting officers from monsters—it’s blinding them to the truth. As his training officer breaks rank, the rookie must choose between survival and exposure. This is a story about manufactured horror, institutional rot, and what happens when the scariest rules exist to keep good people quiet.

⁠⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠ I went into the Arizona desert looking for solitude. I came back with questions no one wants answered. What started as a simple hiking trip through Coyote Ridge became something far darker after I met two strangers on the trail—one of whom never quite acted human. He didn’t blink. He didn’t sweat. He knew things he shouldn’t have known. The deeper we went into the desert, the more the land itself seemed to watch us. This isn’t a story about monsters jumping out of the dark. It’s about the quiet moments when you realize something is walking beside you… wearing a familiar face.

⁠Support on Patreon for more stories - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Listen on YouTube - ⁠https://www.youtube.com/@SinisterSkully⁠ After installing a Ring doorbell to catch package thieves, I started getting motion alerts at 3 AM. The footage showed people standing at my door—but their faces were wrong. Too wide. Too stretched. Features in almost the right places but not quite. Each night they came back, different ones, just standing there. Watching. Waiting. Then my elderly neighbor appeared on camera, terrified and begging for help. Something was behind him, gripping his shoulder. I had seconds to decide: open the door and save him, or stay safe inside. I made my choice. It was the wrong one. Get Patreon only stories and support us here - https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130

⁠Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories)⁠⁠ ⁠Listen on YouTube Welcome to Skully's Sinister Stories Vol.3 The night shift isn’t quiet—it’s watching. In this volume of Skully’s Sinister Stories, three night-shift jobs turn into waking nightmares. A storage unit that should never be opened. A morgue where death isn’t the end. A clinic that profits from desperation. These stories live in the hours after midnight.

Support on Patreon ⁠(Exclusive bonus stories) A woman seeking solitude in her inherited rural farmhouse, only to be unraveled by relentless insomnia and a nightly awakening at exactly 3:00 AM. What begins as exhaustion turns into something far more unsettling as patterns emerge—patterns tied to the house, her family, and a presence that waits patiently in the dark. As the nights grow longer and the boundaries between memory, instinct, and fear begin to blur, she discovers that some legacies aren’t meant to be inherited. And some doors, once noticed, were never meant to be answered.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠⁠ On his first night as a Spirit Halloween night-shift lead, James is handed a laminated list of rules he’s told never to break. They seem absurd—until the animatronics start speaking in voices they shouldn’t, and the fog at the back of the store becomes the only thing holding something at bay. Trapped overnight in a dead mall inside a repurposed department store, James begins to realize this location isn’t just seasonal retail. It’s a place where failed businesses leave more than memories behind—and where breaking the rules doesn’t get you fired. It gets you stocked.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ The mortuary has been in my family for four generations, passed down quietly, without explanation. I always assumed that meant tradition, reputation, responsibility. Then a body was discovered sealed beneath a condemned house—perfectly preserved, wrapped using a method my family abandoned decades ago. As I examine her, I uncover records my father never wanted me to see and preparations that were never meant to end. Some legacies aren’t about honoring the dead. Some are about keeping something contained. And once you understand what the basement was built for, you realize the inheritance was never optional.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130 Michael Reeves is living the dream—Hollywood's biggest star, wealth beyond measure, a perfect family. But two years ago, he was a broke, failed actor desperate to provide for his newborn daughter. Then came an Uber ride that changed everything. A ride with a driver who knew too much. Who offered too much. Now, from a hotel room in Prague, Michael is writing his confession. Because the price of fame wasn't what he thought. The favors are getting darker. And he's running out of time before he becomes something that can no longer tell right from wrong.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130 I’ve worked overnight at Distribution Center 7 long enough to know that some rules aren’t about safety—they’re about survival. Most of them are easy to follow if you don’t ask questions. Don’t touch certain totes. Don’t go into certain aisles. Don’t look too closely at how the machines behave after midnight. I broke one rule trying to help someone I cared about, and now I understand what this place really does with its workers. I’m writing this before I lose the ability to explain it in my own words. If your job ever gives you rules that don’t make sense, follow them. They’re not there for your protection.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ I went to Millbrook, Maryland as a journalist chasing my big break—a story about the unsolved Wolfman killings that had haunted the area for years. Seven victims, all found mutilated during autumn full moons. The locals warned me to leave. I should have listened. Instead, I followed the trail deeper into the woods, into secrets that a small town had kept buried for generations. What  I found wasn't just a killer. It was something far worse—something that transforms you, piece by piece, until you can't remember who you were before you put on the mask.

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ Welcome back to Skully’s Sinister Stories—where the deeper you scroll, the darker it gets.Tonight’s episode dives into the underbelly of the internet: The dark web. Filled with cursed apps, killer live feeds, untraceable databases, and anonymous contracts with chilling consequences. Five terrifying stories that don’t just haunt your screen… they watch you back. Confirmed Contract 0:00 — A hitman is after him. But the real threat? The audience. EXIT94 14:08 — A missing friend. A cryptic flash drive. A desert exit that doesn’t show up on maps. Five Stars for Delivery 30:40 — Gig work pays well—if you never ask what’s in the box. Deadstream 44:10 — The stream watches you. And now, it’s your turn to perform. Verified 58:14 — A website that doesn’t report disappearances… it schedules them.These aren’t just stories. They’re invitations.Once you listen… you’re part of the feed.Get Monthly Bonus Stories - ⁠⁠⁠https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/creepypastadelight/subscribeListen to CreepyPasta Delight - https://open.spotify.com/show/41hUZ7M4xQx7KpiRygEcJr

Support on Patreon (Exclusive bonus stories) - ⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/Skully130⁠ When a withdrawn child in a perfect suburban cul-de-sac is gifted a flawless white dog, it seems like the first good thing to happen in a long time. But the dog doesn't play. Doesn't sleep. And it watches — not just the family, but everyone on the block — with unsettling, human intensity. As the boy forms an unnatural bond with his new companion, strange events ripple through the neighborhood, and the lines between protector, manipulator, and predator begin to blur. Because sometimes, when you finally feel seen... it's not by something human.