Creepypasty Stories

In a distant world, vastly disconnected from out own, an abducted nursing student grieves the loss of her humanity, which she lost after surviving an attempted murder. While she never could've imagined her life taking such a drastic turn, there's a darkness in her soul that seems to match her captors. The chaos of this new life drives her to adapt to her new circumstances, and she finds no remorse in her hunger. Her family is still looking for her- since they're convinced she's still alive out there- but they're merely chasing a ghost. And the trauma you endure in life decides your fate in the mansion.

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?

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.

"There's a thin line between love and hate", that's stupid. If you hate him, you just hate him. Who's the asshole that made that up? -Masky thought. The relationship Masky and Toby had was complicated... and weird. They were not friends, not a couple, they didn't even get along, but they love each other. They had a strange way to show their love, but they did love each other that's for sure. "Friends don't kiss", who cares, however they were not friends. They were just kisses from one proxy to another proxy. 🚨 Enemies to lovers x slow burn 🚨 Lenguage: hate speech, slurs 🚨 Sexual content NOT explicit 🚨 Grown up characters

Para un influencer, la vida se resume en clics, vistas y dominar el algoritmo con una personalidad excéntrica, extrovertida y un carisma que roza la locura. Mi día a día era normal, cotidiano y perfectamente predecible... hasta que un ser de intenciones totalmente desconocidas decidió que yo era el candidato perfecto para su propio entretenimiento. Sin previo aviso, fui arrancado de mi realidad y arrojado a un mundo completamente nuevo. ¿El problema? Este lugar no es para nada de mi agrado. Mitología real, monstruos sedientos de sangre y un sistema social que apesta a antigüedad. Pero un creador de contenido no se rinde tan fácilmente. Si la vida te da limones, haces un video viral; si te lanza al Inframundo, te las arreglas para sobrevivir y dominar el juego. Ahora soy el hermano mayor de Millicas Gremory, el primogénito de Sirzechs y Grayfia, atrapado en la cúspide de la aristocracia demoníaca. El nuevo mundo espera que sea un heredero perfecto, un peón ejemplar atrapado en sus estrictas reglas, etiquetas aburridas y expectativas asfixiantes. Qué lástima por ellos, porque yo no sigo guiones ajenos. Haciendo lo que quiero, donde quiero y cuando quiero, he decidido jugar bajo mis propios términos. ¿Qué dirán los otros clanes? No me importa en lo más mínimo. Entre soportar el peso de un linaje legendario, cuidar a mi pequeño hermano y lidiar con las amenazas que acechan a la familia, me aseguraré de que todo el Inframundo recuerde mi nombre. Las reglas se hicieron para romperse, y mi nueva transmisión apenas está por comenzar.

This is a story for my friend jay involving his best friends, Wondering, Willy, Sprout, Mark. Hope you enjoy! (Made as a joke(

​A suffusing, malevolent dread hangs over the local community college, where fourteen students-each tied together by unsettling, unexplainable glitches in their reality-are forced into the same room. What starts as a shared suspicion of being watched quickly turns into a nightmare when they realize they are all marked by the exact same dual horror: a sickening, rhythmic ticking echoing in their ears, accompanied by the unnerving sound of painted, monochrome laughter outside their windows. ​Ticci Toby's twitching, hatchet-wielding frenzy and Laughing Jack's sadistic, carnival-tinted madness have turned the town into a butcher's shop, hunting the group one by one and systematically severing their ties to safety. Bound by sheer necessity, this unlikely coalition of outcasts, bad boys, and survivors must pool their wits inside the college walls before the ticking stops and the final punchline lands.

Jeff the killer 2001 is the story of 10 friends Who land a job and a free trip to a camp to 2-week spring break to get the place working before summer starts but it's home to jeff the killer who Has the goal is to make the worst spring break on the 10 teens of ending there lives.

Feed the Stalker It began in the shadowed alleyways beneath the towering city brick-the quiet, creeping decay that picked up where old abuse left off. For Jeff, the city was just a larger, more intricate abattoir. He fed on the phantom stench of Hayden Ryder's leather belt, drawn to the lingering, invisible bloodstains that Alexander and Eleanor tried so desperately to scrub from their skin. He didn't just follow them; he consumed their paranoia, growing fat and ravenous on every frightened glance over a shoulder, every locked deadbolt, and every sleepless night. Every flick of his blade in the dark was a response to the lingering cruelty left behind in the dirt, a twisted parasite devouring the misery of two fragmented homes. ​Flay the Child Across the street, Liu's obsession took a far more calculated, devastating shape. It was the absolute stripping away of innocence, deliberate and agonizingly slow. Like peeling back skin to reveal the raw, bleeding meat underneath, Liu focused entirely on Luna Maxwell. He took a sadistic delight in watching the gentle, quiet world Killian had built for his daughter unravel layer by layer. First went her sense of safety in her own bedroom; then went the quiet comfort of the dark; and finally, the realization that no city grid, no locked door, and no protective older brothers could hide her from the silhouette standing under the yellow flicker of the streetlamps. ​Together, the phrase was their sickening blueprint: Jeff would feast on the violent past that had broken the elders, while Liu would methodically tear apart the future of the youngest, leaving nothing behind but raw nerves and ruined flesh.

I made this for fun ^^

My block has 10 floors. The 10th has been empty for 8 years, but every night at 03:17 the elevator goes there by itself - empty and wet inside. I am Feng Li, 5th floor. Aunt Mei on the 1st floor has a notebook. One name is torn out: Song Bin, 17, entered the basement in 2018 and never exited. The basement flooded. The iron door got stuck. He knocked for 4 hours. The whole block heard. No one opened. Now the basement is still flooded. And his white sneakers are on the edge - dry. This is not a ghost story. It's about 9 people who decided not to hear him.

A revamp of my old research book. Ill leave the old book up just incase you want to check it out though! By the way! In this new book, ill try post mainly on research!

"¿No es ese el nombre de su hija?" Las palabras de la mujer volvieron a resonar en mi mente, lo sabía, lo supe desde que ví aquella publicación, Celeste está...

Submarines, naval ships, and isolated garrisonsーunspoken horrors lurking in the darkest corners of the deep. A collection of short, chilling military and maritime horror Stories.

This story is in first POV! And it is about a girl who has been able to see ghost since she was born and she can't tell them apart from actual people so she doesn't know who to trust

❛ SO HOW LONG HAVE YOUR BEEN NINETEEN? A WHILE . 🍷 you didn't need a reminder that you couldn't bite your way out of everything , job is a must... as boring as it is. and besides... how bad can it be to babysit a little girl? [ art KisenaMiriz ]

I don't remember much. Actually, that's a lie. I don't remember anything. Slendy says that's okay. He gave me a place to stay, a purpose, and a bunch of stupid missions that involve putting pieces of paper in the woods. It's not really exciting, but it's better than having nothing. So I started keeping this journal. I figure it'll help me remember things. Who I am. What I do. What happens every day. Nothing interesting, probably.

Nikki es una chica seminormal, con una vida seminormal, todo parece idílico salvo en su mente, pero un día, al borde del pueblo encuentra a alguien especial, ¿Qué le ocurrirá? , más importantemente ¿Logrará sobrevivir?

When Jeff the Killer is charged with finding the most pure of heart at the local high school to complete a ritual, he doesn't know that he'll end up falling for her. Will he do what he must to attain ultimate power, or will he find another way?