Creepypast Stories

One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight. "I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass. I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us. "Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him. So lets enjoy it while it lasts. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

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?

Classic creepypasta x reader with Slendermansion AU ₊˚⊹ᰔ You work full-time as a housekeeper for a sketchy motel just to get by, barely enough to pay rent for your shitty one-bedroom apartment and care for you, and the cat you adopted when you found him out by the dumpsters. When you're unexpectedly fired from your job, a man in a yellow Carhart jacket offers you a deal, and tells you to think it over. And, what other choice do you have?

A self-indulgent Tim Wright x reader fanfic, I luff him!!! Possible slowburn, will have hurt/comfort :)) Two depressed people licking each other's wounds basically hehehe WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR MARBLE HORNETS!!! I will try to make it easy for people that haven't seen the series to follow along :) Y/N works at a convenience store that cigarette smoking sideburns having Tim Wright frequents. Ever since Y/N first interacted with him, they have started to see things. Y/N is drawn into his world, whether influenced by The Operator or not. "Curiosity killed the cat." He says, but what happens if someone with a bit of brazen (and possibly foolish) curiosity is just what Tim needs in his darkest hours? I hope that at least one Tim Wright loving individual loves reads this :) If I fuel one person's love for him then my duty will be fulfilled hehehehahaha Also I don't edit the chapters much so expect misspellings

[the core story of the GG9 continuity extended universe] Game isn't like other teenage boys. Faced with a past he wishes he could reverse and wanting to be a music composer when he grows older, but currently juggling the responsibilities of being a multiverse protector with a skull mask that gives him the power to create light weapons, he's now into the role as a leader, something he tries to do his best in. Follow his high stakes attempts to defeat powerful villains from alternate universes and his own, get a girlfriend, live a good life and try to keep a job. All pre-existing characters belong to they're respective owners. I am not affiliated with any creators of pre-existing characters [only with a few oc creators, but i won't say who], and i'd prefer not to be to avoid discourse]

#1 collectionofhorrorstories #2 shorthorrorstories #3 Anthology #6 creepystories #9 weird 8/31/26-9/1/26 (9 of 17 stories are published. I will be releasing one per week just in time for Halloween!) Step into the Darker Side of Dusk! Seventeen supernatural short stories of sinister suspense. Ordinary men and women. Familiar streets and workplaces. Yet lurking within every shadow, something strange awaits. Ghosts. Demons. Creatures unnamed, and things unexplainable. Forces that warp the perceptions of reality and bend the edges of sanity while penetrating through the cracks of our world. Inside this collection, you will encounter a parent's worst nightmare while playing tea time, a deserted roadway along the railroad hiding something far worse than abandoned cars. A painting with a cursed history, a police officer's career unraveling amongst impossible screams, sudden rain, and fallen ash. A mysterious tattooed woman's subtle smile, a stalking statue. A strange, flickering, panic inducing glow along the shore, each becomes a threshold to the uncanny and paranormal. Each story twists from the known to the unimaginable, revealing endings that leave you questioning the reality and experience of the characters and the events. The sun is setting. The time is now. The world as you know it fades. Dare to cross into the Darker Side of Dusk.

This will be about my Creepypasta au and my description of the characters some things will be Canon others will not (I also just want to say sorry in advance if it takes me a while to get chapters out)

⋘ Eyeless Jack x Reader ⋙ ╭ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╮ I knew that look dear Eyes always seeking Was there in someone That dug long ago So I will not ask you Why you were creeping In some sad way I already know I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do ╰ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╯ ╭ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╮ This is a story about Y/N, a college student going about her regular life until she witnesses something she wasn't supposed to see. It's a story about Jack, a terrifying monster who, for reasons he didn't understand at first, let a human girl go. This is their story as they navigate their relationship in a world where humans and supernatural creatures coincide. ╰ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╯ ╭ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╮ Started on: 09/04/26 Completed on: N/A ╰ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╯ ╭ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╮ I dont own any characters here, I just write the story. Title is based on the song 'Like Real People Do' by Hozier ╰ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ¡! • !¡ ─┉─ ─┉─ ─┉─ ╯

I invented Chen Hao when I was 6. He had band-aids on his knees, just like me. He lived in the plum tree in my yard. He promised he'd wait forever. I grew up. The tree was cut down. I forgot. Until last night. He sent me a friend request. His profile picture is my childhood drawing - a drawing no one has ever seen. He remembers everything. The song I sang when I was scared. The promise I broke. The treehouse that no longer exists. And he is still there, waiting in the dark. He says I left him alone for 11 years. Now he wants me to come back.

Recently, Baxter has been finding weird behaviors that his friend, Wren, does. It all happened in a sudden swing. This story covers a blog where Baxter logs about Wren and his odd actions. Wren seems to be losing it.

Arthur lives by a single rule: a clean floor keeps an orderly mind. But when a meticulous sweep reveals that dust bunnies under his bed are arranging themselves into geometric patterns made of his lifelong lost possessions, he discovers the horrifying truth. The entity lurking in the dark isn't collecting dust, its archiving discarded grief, forgotten regrets and missing pieces of his past. And tonight it's closing the ledger. A chilling, psychological horror about what happens when the things we lose come back to claim us.

Is this just another creepypasta, or is it an actual story than will make your heart beat faster?

Emotional warninh. This storu is reLly sad and I am writers friend writing this so I already read it. go read I 10/10 story love it Jess killer kill ok bye love you guys 😘😘😘

When Sarah runs an isolated cliffside cottage at Cape Sorrow She expects a quiet escape from the noise of the world. Instead, she finds herself drawn to the relentless, rhythmic humming vibrating from the black ocean below, and the chilling, statuesque figure that emerges from the fog when the tide recedes. Drawn by the ancient, hypnotic hunger, she realizes too late that when the sea's chilling call wasn't just an invitation, it was a reclamation. Step into a place where the line between land and the abyss blurs, and discover what happens when the lonely becomes the Ocean's final offering.

Temporary Cover ¤ Focusing on the western zodiac signs ¤ Semi-Normal updates maybe ¤ Slender Mansion shenanigans of course going back to my roots or something

Her life isn't really that great. At school, people are always picking on her and making her feel like she doesn't matter. At home, things aren't much better. Her mum is always stressed and tired from doing everything on her own, and they argue a lot. It feels like no one is really on her side. Lately, though, something feels... off. Like there's something inside her that's starting to change, but she doesn't understand it yet. One night, after a really bad argument with her mum, she's lying in bed, still upset and unable to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, someone climbs in through her window. It's a pale guy with a creepy smile. He tells her to go to sleep, like it's no big deal, and puts a cloth over her face. Everything starts to fade, and before she knows it, she passes out. She has no idea that this is just the beginning.

Step inside Circus Circus, a neon drenched fever dream where the year 1999 stretched on forever in an eternal loop of artificial twilight. The air hung heavy with electric perfume of hot circuit boards, ozone and spilled cherry red soda that it baked into the threadbare carpets for decades. Overhead. Violent tubes of magenta and electric blue hissed and buzzed, casting long, bruised shadows across a labyrinth of dormant cabinets. Here, time didn't March forward. It stood in a perpetual standstill. And for Milo, standing alone in the humid dark before a nameless machine, the quarter was about to cost more than just a quarter.

"Now what should I do to make this as interesting as possible?" "Let... go!" I struggled to loosen his grip. I heard the sound of sirens and started struggling even more. Thats when he let go and I immediately fell onto the ground. He picked up his axe by my foot and then grabbed my chin. "I'll be back for you." He said then laughed and ran into the woods. Ticci toby X ReAdEr character belongs to the rightful creators but story line is mine bEtChEs TW Gore Abuse Murder Etc. It's creepypasta bitches