Creepy-pasta Stories

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

The academy was built for their kind, killers. But then he arrived. Quiet. Unreadable. Wrong in a way even the teachers noticed. Teachers watched him Students grew obsessed. And the academy itself seems to bend around him in ways that shouldn't be possible. Who is this new kid?

The wizarding world believes Harriet Potter vanished without a trace. No one knows the truth. After years of abuse, Vernon Dursley loses his temper one final time. Horrified by what he's done, he hides Harriet's body deep within the woods, hoping the earth will keep his secret forever. But the forest is home to something far older than magic. The faceless being known only as Slender Man finds the lonely child before death can fully claim her. Rather than letting her soul fade, he offers her a place among the forgotten-the abandoned, the murdered, the monsters born from humanity's cruelty. There Harriet meets Sally Williams, another innocent child betrayed by family. Together they become sisters, learning to survive in a world where nightmares are real. Years later, Hogwarts sends letters to a girl who no longer exists. Because Harry Potter died in the woods... ...and something far more terrifying came back.

I have wrote this book to serve as a warning and a guide for those who are fascinated by the darker side of the Creepypasta universe. Within these pages, you will find information about how to survive the creatures, killers, and entities that haunt you, along with strategies and knowledge that may help you survive an encounter with them. Remember: curiosity can lead you into places you are not prepared for. Read carefully, stay aware, and never underestimate what hides in the dark.

(adj.) Half dead of exhaustion 《Creepypasta x reader》 (ORGINALLY ON AO3 AS "They never existed", BY ME AKA NATSUKIISSIMP) You woke up one day, and suddenly, all of your creepypasta searches disappeared, with Google saying no such things exists. You head to school confused and end up meeting new people, who reminded you an awful lot like the creepypastas backstorys... With the hope to be able to save them from their cruel destiny's, you realize it's dangerous to even do so with many risks of roping the ones you love with your fantasy of playing hero. But one main question still lingers, How'd they become real? or rather.. How did you get here? BTW, Remember that this is purely fiction. Idealization of killers or psychopaths is unhealthy, be sure to know the line. luv ya😋 I decided to publish this on wattpad too cause why not so yeah enjoy! ANYTHING THAT ISNT MINE BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Album cover thingies at the top of the chapter are made by me (made in picsart) Anything that isn't mine belongs to their rightful owner WARNINGS ☆ BLOOD ☆CURSING ☆DARK THEMES?

your name is Teardrop and your a Neko girl (girl with cat ears and tail plus cat like personality) your owner is a girl named blue what happens when her friends find out that your not just a cat?

In the shadowy depths of a forgotten forest, a lonely figure watches-a boy entwined in darkness, harboring a fixation that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. Haunted by dreams of a princess who brings light to his shadowed existence, he follows her every move, captivated by her innocence and unaware of the darkness lurking just beneath his surface. As seasons change and the world around them shifts, his silent adoration deepens into something more dangerous, a longing that threatens to consume them both. In a tale woven with secrecy and obsession, the line between protector and predator becomes dangerously thin, leaving only the question: how far will he go to keep her by his side?

So guys since I quit my channel, I decided to Put community posts in here :)

The whole village (Knuckles, Amy, Tails, and Sticks and the other villains) played a prank on Sonic by pretending to be the legendary Evening Reaper (a being that was said to take anyone to punish those who do harm). They wouldn't stop teasing him and scaring him with the Evening Reaper thing until one evening and that was the day things took a bad turn when the 'real' Evening Reaper showed up and took him. But nothing is as it seems.

What would be the greatest pain someone could feel? A stab wound, a gunshot wound, losing an award, falling short in a competition? Or... the loss of a child? Mr. M and Dad Dearest were business partners. They made a deal, holding a monopoly on the Nintendo industry, and with Dearest partnering with Nintendo, they both earned millions of dollars annually. But Dad Dearest, with enough money, betrayed and killed M in the forest where he had taken him. However, one person was not at all happy with her father's death. M's daughter, known as Maria, was a woman in her 30s with a young son. Her husband abandoned her after discovering the pregnancy and left. When Maria learned of her father's death, she was devastated and sad, but she suspected one person: Dad Dearest. She conducted her own investigations since the police never found out where or who could have killed him. She gathered evidence, and when she was about to tell everyone the truth, she was stabbed in the back. The only one who saw it was Daresest going into the room where her son was sleeping. What could have happened to the poor child? (Warning: There will be no sexual content or lewd acts involved. All characters do not belong to me; they belong to their respective creators)

ohayou ok esta es mi segundo fanfic y espero que esta ves logre avansarlo rapido esta historia sera mejor que la anterior asi que disfrutenla:D

It's finally senior year! Diana's life has always been normal, nothing dramatic, her life's been boring so far. Until everything started to change the moment someone started stalking her...

Not every story has a happy ending. Some don't even have an ending at all. A collection of stories about strange places, strange people, and things that should not exist. Every chapter is different. Every story has its own rules. And sometimes, the reader is part of the story. Read carefully. You might miss something.

In this badly written "creepypasta", I'll be literally writing the first thing that comes to mind. I'm not even going to struggle with making it make sense. Not because I don't care, but because my head is currently full of tasks that proper flow of ideas is difficult. So, to help my ideas flow and confidence grow, I'll make an attempt to just make something first to later perfect it. That means: there's hope for this story; it'll become a better-redacted story someday. Despite my underdeveloped writing skills, I promise you, reader, that NO GENERATIVE A.I. WAS USED FOR THIS STORY. Machines will never be able to replicate my stupidity.

This is a thriller/horror book. A group of friends get approached one summer night, they get offered an opportunity to test a new escape room. What could be so difficult about a normal escape room? If only they knew what was in store for them. Would they have picked the same path if they knew the ending? Would you? Tune in to find out. *Mature tag on, no sexually explicit content. Just mild gore.

Everything is told in this introduction A reminder that I would appreciate credit if you use my ideas and expand upon them. Not just because I feel like I want credit for the concept, but because so I know the fanfic I'll be reading has expanded upon my idea and I'd love to ready fanfics expanded upon my ideas.

A content moderator for a neighborhood security app starts noticing the same unidentifiable delivery man appearing in doorbell footage across her suburb - always saying the resident's first name once, never twice. Within 48 hours, that resident is gone. The camera isn't the danger. Watching it too many times is.

when normal life with your sister in your dorm room turns to you getting dropped in the middle of the drama 9 years old micah walter gets into the adventure he has always wished for but this isn't his his fantasy dream land this is real life and micah will learn the hardway that not everything has an happy ending and that the one thing he takes for granted is the only real thing that was left

I couldn't remember where I parked, and then it dawned on me I might never be allowed to leave.