DISCLAIMER : These stories are not my own. I'm merely sharing them. All authors shall be acknowledged. Just a selection of my favourite creepypasta stories. Some I find interesting, entertaining or particularly unsettling. All of the stories include lots of horror, blood and death. But then again, that's the beauty of creepypasta.

Stanley Richardson - a normal name for a normal fella. Or, that's what he thought, at least; however, when his Grandmother's old antiques start summoning demons and letting him use magic, he's inclined to change his tune. And he better, because magic is the only thing capable of stopping a mysterious string of kidnappings in the town of Sunset Creek.

I stare at the writhing black ink on her arm and I don't believe my eyes. "B-but!" I stammer, stupidly, "No ones tamed a cryptid in over a hundred years!" All Noah Goataia wants is to run away from his home, the city of Dawnbreak, to Neverland and join the Lost Boys, the most infamous Wilder Kin tribe. But will he ever make it when his path is constantly thwarted by illusive monsters? He just might, but not alone... He'll need: A huntress A foul-throat A mud-murker A red-hand And a wilder-boy. ~~Completed~~