Creepypasta: How I Lost Everything Silence reached my ears as I sat down the box full of my old photo albums. The house was quite bare, considering that my family and I were moving in.Creepypasta: How I Lost Everything by Gizmo-The-Apprentice
We had just moved to a small town in Oregon. It was surrounded by trees for the most part, having a railway that went straight through the middle of the town. The railway was, in fact, still operating as freight trains, and cargo trains, ran through the middle of town three to four times a day.
During night though, that was a different story.
The people who ran the railways seemed to be insomniacs, as I hear the trains run all night long, only having fifteen minute intervals between trains.
My father had bought the house that was a block from the railway, so it wasn’t too noisy. My dad had decided that it would be safer to take this house, since it wasn’t too close to where the crime happened in the city.
All of the crime