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They Call me Father Nightmare *Origin Story of Father Nightmare
- 2025/03/29
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🔪 Creepypasta Title:
They Call me Father Nightmare
Chapter 1: This old abandoned church stands like a forgotten sentinel in the moonlit night, its ancient stones whispering secrets long forgotten. Inside, I sit alone in the dimly lit chapel I use as a studio, my voice echoing in the silence as I prepare to weave another narration of terror. They call me Father Nightmare, a title earned through nearly a century of haunting and dark tales spun into the night. My real name has long been lost to time, my past obscured by a web of perverse violence, vile acts, and arcane knowledge.
What I will confirm to you is that in my youth I had been a chaplain in the military, a man of faith who believed in redemption and the power of prayer. But war has a way of stripping away ideals, leaving behind only the stark reality of survival.
The night that changed everything is etched in my memory. It was a night when we were encircled and ambushed in a small village, choking on air thick with the stench of smoke, and death, and desperate fear.
I remember the panic in the eyes of the young soldiers under my care, looking to me for a miracle as their faces contorted in agony. Their final moments soaked in horrors no human should have to witness. I tried to offer words of comfort, prayers of protection, but they were swallowed by the deafening roar of explosions and gunfire.
👉 This Creepypasta was written by Father Nightmare
Socials:
🔪💜🗡️ Discord - https://discord.gg/b8db8bcD
🤘- https://www.youtube.com/@Father_Nightmare
✖️- https://x.com/FatherNightmare
🏴☠️- https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61564920398454
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/father-nightmare-s-storytime--6280234/support.
They Call me Father Nightmare
Chapter 1: This old abandoned church stands like a forgotten sentinel in the moonlit night, its ancient stones whispering secrets long forgotten. Inside, I sit alone in the dimly lit chapel I use as a studio, my voice echoing in the silence as I prepare to weave another narration of terror. They call me Father Nightmare, a title earned through nearly a century of haunting and dark tales spun into the night. My real name has long been lost to time, my past obscured by a web of perverse violence, vile acts, and arcane knowledge.
What I will confirm to you is that in my youth I had been a chaplain in the military, a man of faith who believed in redemption and the power of prayer. But war has a way of stripping away ideals, leaving behind only the stark reality of survival.
The night that changed everything is etched in my memory. It was a night when we were encircled and ambushed in a small village, choking on air thick with the stench of smoke, and death, and desperate fear.
I remember the panic in the eyes of the young soldiers under my care, looking to me for a miracle as their faces contorted in agony. Their final moments soaked in horrors no human should have to witness. I tried to offer words of comfort, prayers of protection, but they were swallowed by the deafening roar of explosions and gunfire.
👉 This Creepypasta was written by Father Nightmare
Socials:
🔪💜🗡️ Discord - https://discord.gg/b8db8bcD
🤘- https://www.youtube.com/@Father_Nightmare
✖️- https://x.com/FatherNightmare
🏴☠️- https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61564920398454
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/father-nightmare-s-storytime--6280234/support.