Creepypasta Stories

Was becoming a house keeper to a broken down mansion holding several -what you thought was fictional- killers on your checklist? Not really. But it pays well. Are you really gonna be able to use the money? Probably not. Was having half of the residents obsess over you because of an accident virus on your checklist either? Absolutely!! So you reside in the Slender Mansion, all while time fleshes into nonsense and secrets unfold before your eyes. Soon, all you'll know is the truth. You won't be able to hide from the truth anymore. Huske. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Hello guys!!! Please give me feedback, I've been really trying to up my writing skills!! So I'm not all that sure that this is better than the og!! :D 🥇 - Bendrowned 🥇 - Ticcitoby 🥇 - Maskyandhoodie 🥇 - slenderman 🥇 - Bloodypainter 🥇 - creepypasta

(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?

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵." Y/N has lived with quiet suffering - a loving face shown to the world, a bruised body hidden beneath her sleeves. Her stepfather's cruelty is her daily reality, and nobody believes her. College keeps her sane, her friends keep her grounded, and logic keeps her dismissing the rumors of a grinning killer lurking in the dark. But the night Jeff the Killer climbs through her window and doesn't kill her - everything unravels. He sees something in her eyes that she refuses to acknowledge: a darkness that mirrors his own. What starts as taunting becomes obsession. What starts as survival becomes something neither of them expected. Love, blood, and chaos - and she's only just beginning to smile.

Y/N L/N just wants to get through high school unnoticed. But the hallucinations won't stop. The static in his ears won't fade. And the tall, faceless figure lurking at the edge of his vision keeps getting closer. Strange symbols appear in his notebooks. His reflection changes when no one's looking. And something in the woods behind his home watches him... waiting. As the shadows close in around him, Y/N begins to realize the horrifying truth: He isn't just being followed. He's being claimed. By something the world only whispers about. the Tall Man. Slenderman.

8 Year old Aiden has been hiding away from the public after his two older brothers became committed murderers. Since this happened, his feelings became numb. His emotions became hard to tell and his eyes were lifeless. What happens when he's reunited with his two older brothers after he's been considered missing since he was 3 when his brothers went on their killing sprees? Read on to find out.

One traumatized nutcase trying to live her life, an entity who's been trying to obtain her, and multiple weirdos who won't leave her alone. Story may contain disturbing writing including; violence, yandere behavior, smut, swearing, criminal acts, etc.

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead

You were just walking threw the woods and you had your knife with you. for some reason you chose to bring your smallest knife. also, for some reason, you were carving operator signs on trees. I guess its because it was Oct 13, Creepypasta day. on your third carving, you slit your finger by accident, causing blood to gush out onto the leaf covered floor. When suddenly, something grabbed you.

This is for my nonby queers out there because I'm one too...I need more gn reader content of bloody painter and AO3 is NOT helping (cuz it's mainly f/m and I'm not a lady://) -Might be ooc but tbh just let me dream -No hate pls I made this at night -I am those "Eng is not me first language and I'm a teen" -not much nsfw might have some?? ldk I like fluff and angst/comfort more

〔YANDERE! CutiePasta x Reader〕 You were alone but safe。 * ˚ ✦ What if a box can change your loneliness。 #1 in creepypastaxreader || Oct/3/2021 #1 in xreader || Oct/23/2021 #6 in creepypasta || Oct/23/2021 #42 in fanfiction || Dec/11/2021 #2 in dr || Nov/14/2021 #3 in yanderexreader || Nov/14/2021 #1 in lj || Jan/12/2022 #1 in chibi || Jan/13/2022

"Flipping me off wasn't very nice." he held the dull axe to me, and smiled a sadistic smile. Glaring at him, "Who's to say it was for you?" A Ticci Toby story I wrote a Toby x Male Reader cause there aren't enough. The cover art goes to the artist

A mix of my ideas I hope you like them English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may appear. I don't own the characters, photos, or music, but my OCs and the plot.

Have you ever been so madly in love, that you... would destroy everything, simply to stand a ᏨᎻᎯᏁᏨᎬ? Would you have become anyone, and anything? Would you have become a God? Here, you don't need to go that far. You just need to forget whoever you were, and perhaps murder the original version in cold blood. From her best friend, to this. You may never know, whether she actually would have learned to like you. But Jeff is all there is now, there's no Nick Hasing. He died from wounds too great, surrounded by his real mom and brother. Naturally, when the girl heard of the news, not once she had even blinked with a sign of emotion, instead she continued searching for clues, related to the 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳. Even, seemed to have forgotten within seconds. Let's face it. You have not once mattered to her... Still, how dare you make enemy of the sole reason her heart beats? How dare you mock a soul connection with a love so vile. Why is it, that this feeling always burns you? Shh, you don't want to know what could happen, if HE knew. Let alone, if SHE knew. →← Excerpts ↓ Nina, "Wait! What? Why is it that I'm seeing... Two Jeffs in front of me?" Ω Nina: "This is odd, isn't it? I've dreamt of kissing you with every moment, so how come as I continue to feel the warmth of your lips, it remains all over my face, no matter how long had it been and no matter how many foxes have found their other half, let's be very clear, it doesn't A҉W҉E҉ me as I've always imagined, not nearly. I know you cheated. I'm not naive, that must be it!" Ω Nick: "Damn it, Nina, look at me. I'm Jeffrey Woods. My name is Jeffrey Woods. Come on, he's probably mute too, he hasn't said a single word. Don't stare at him like he's my copycat who's won your heart. I'm the one you want, I'm the real one. I am everything you have, I'm all you will have, forever. Not another look."

Sally is dead. And she's out for revenge, what's more she's a CreepyPasta. Along the way she meets a handsome demon and his master that are trying to stop her 'senseless' killing. Why does she kill? Is she a psycho, or is it... something more? Something... dangerous?

(Posting Almost Daily) A collection of dark short stories by Sterling. I am currently writing my first fantasy book and wanted to try writing some short stories in a completely different genre. I've never written any shorts before so I hope you enjoy!

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

Questa è la mia nuova storia come sapete ho abbandonato quello stile di scrittura e ora debuttò con questo storia che parla degli Scp delle creepypasta ovviamente non sono tutti ma Sicuramente sarà interessante questo libro mi hA aiutato a scriverlo una mia amica spero che vi piaccia

"Alamort is an archaic word that means "half-dead," "exhausted," or "in a deeply dejected and depressed state"." Started May 25, I try to update as soon as possible!

This ain't really a story but more like lore on my own creepypasta oc! Her name is Holly and she is a creepypasta clown oc. I'll answer questions about her later. Also this is my first time on here so please be nice.

📖 Descripción del libro La Casa del Bosque Negro En las afueras de un pueblo olvidado por el tiempo existe un bosque del que nadie quiere hablar. Entre sus árboles retorcidos se alza una antigua mansión abandonada conocida como La Casa del Bosque Negro. Durante décadas, personas que entraron nunca regresaron, y quienes lograron salir volvieron aterrados, incapaces de explicar lo que habían visto. Cuando un grupo de jóvenes decide investigar la leyenda para demostrar que todo es un simple cuento, descubre que la casa esconde un secreto mucho más oscuro de lo que imaginaban. Extraños susurros resuenan en los pasillos vacíos, sombras aparecen donde no debería haber nadie y cada habitación parece ocultar una pesadilla diferente. A medida que avanzan, comprenden que la casa no está abandonada. Algo vive allí. Algo antiguo. Algo que observa desde la oscuridad y conoce los miedos más profundos de cada visitante. Pronto descubrirán que entrar fue la parte fácil. Lo difícil será encontrar la salida. Y algunos secretos nunca deberían ser descubiertos... ¿Te atreves a abrir la puerta? 👁️🏚️📖