Creepypasta Stories

"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm getting better." "You'll be safe if you just stay with me..." Authors note: Chapters are written in long format, meaning this is going to read far more as a book. I update as much as I have time for, but in saying this, lots of editing and re-writing occurs and takes time. I take care in this story as it means a lot to me as a passion project and want it to be something I can be proud of. Thank you for understanding and I hope you all can enjoy this as much as I love writing it! -M

Matthew 7:15-16 "Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves." After an accident that brough attention to the reader, they are unfortunately pinned under the gaze of a very influential group of drug dealers and criminals. They live in the country, right outside the big city, so there's no hiding, and the only way to ease the eyes is by coughing up money... or, handling the country drug deals. So, with no one else to help and no escape, the Reader does the bidding of the ring. As they begin to sell and deal in the edges of the forest, mostly to mean teens and homeless druggies, they begin to run into stranger and stranger clients...

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

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.

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

Ticci Toby (Tobias Erin Rogers) x Fem!reader

i'm going to try my best to keep it gender neutral but it is a x male reader so..

so basically, I got bored and thought why not make up a story of a siren (pisificly the mermaid like creatures in greek mythology that lure sailors with their beauty and song to their deaths not the sound machines) also it maybe also a dive into the horror genre via the first horror sub genre I was introduced to (creepypasta pisificly the 2000s to 2010s version) also its fanfiction not cannon so don't come for me and definitely don't reinact the things done in the story ITS FICTION. anyway, plot: its summer and Slenderman ( who isn't the horrible boss he is in cannon and actually cares about everyones well being) took the creepypastas (the well known ones because I rather not explain all the unknown stories) to a private beach one day and jeff the killer thought it was a great idea to try to catch a shark using his leg as bait (add in in this version of sirens they are cannibalistic and eat the men they kill, are imortal and are mostly female) he didn't catch a shark but he caught a siren (we'll call her Maria and obviously she's gorgeous but is also the same age as laughing Jack since they have met once when Isac was a child and before the incident)(the rest of the story is just making it up as I go along)

Contains Slenderman, LJ, EJ, Masky, Toby, Hoodie, Ben, Jeff, Bloody Painter, The Pianist, Puppeteer, Homicidal Liu, Tenderman and my OC Story Changer

what the title says y/n uses she/her pronouns if you prefer a y/n with they/them pronouns, I have another version of this story on my profile!

(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?

Every sense was on end as Jack held you to his chest. Your chest was aching with some long forgotten emotion and it felt like fireworks were bursting away in your heart. Jack's mask was gone, left on the blanket as he pulled you into a slow waltz. Your eyes illuminated the blank shock on your face. Somehow your world was revolving around this moment. Your throat was burning with thirst. You bit your lip, and Jack noticed. "You're thirsty, aren't you?" He asked. Shame washed over you. You should be more than your need for blood, and base instinct. "Stop that. I hate it when you do that." You looked up at Jack, taken aback. "Stop what?" You asked, confusion clouding your brain. "Stop being ashamed of yourself. Stop trying to reach unrealistic goals no one set for you. Just because you need blood to survive does not mean that defines who you are."

I thought I was just reading a story. Then it started reacting to my thoughts. Then it showed me things I never wrote. If you keep reading, it continues. If you stop, it might not. The problem is- every version of you has already made both choices.

umm just a x male reader story nothing special really sorry if my gramar sucks if you see any spelling errors pls tell me so i can correct them if you have any sugestion pls tell me *extra info* y/n= your name e/c = eye color f/c = favorite color h/c = hair color f/n= full name f/f = favorite food

(First story as an author, open to feedbacks!) In which, you, an assassin disguised as a maid, take on jobs set by heartless billionaires, jealous rival, and corrupt politicians lead you to a small town. Where you meet an organization of... killers? Named the Creepypasta? Will you discover the path to convey emotions you so longed for through said Creepypastas?

(Y/N) is an employee at La Meurice. She's been working for a little over a year now, saving up for a trip to The States. When she receives a certain customer that has a love for wine, but a short temper for dumb waitresses. x DISCONTINUED x

You're mouth, does it still hurt? Did it myself! I know it hurts. It's fine. I'll kiss it better, I promise.

Centuries ago, a great sickness swept the land. People died in every corner, their eyes dull and their bodies failing, while one child remained untouched. Unharmed. Eyes clear, body unbroken, a living anomaly in a world succumbing to despair. But miracles are rarely safe. Taken by an organization seeking answers, experimented on, and ultimately burned at the stake by fearful townsfolk, the child should have been gone forever. Yet someone kept the ashes.. Now, in a forest that seems to remember what others have forgotten, a single missing poster appears-bearing your face, your eyes unblinking, staring into the world that should have moved on. Something watches. Something waits. And whatever has survived the fire is no longer meant to stay hidden.

Gathering courage but not enough. So you just confessed through text messages but.. It went wrong!? There's always a reason why people couldn't make it to see future with you, in exchange of the..

Katherine's life has always been terrible. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father's an alcoholic, hated by everyone, the list goes on and on. But one day she meets a certain serial killer that changes her entire world and might just end up saving her life.