Creepypsta Stories

Hi! This is a creepypasta Scenarios book! Haven't seen one of these since 2018🥹 So, I'm gonna start bringing back old creepypasta style works. Characters included: -Jeff The Killer -BEN Drowned -Laughing Jack -Ticci Toby -Eyeless Jack -Bloody Painter Ask to have one added! I might add more later, I'm honestly wanting to add Homicidal Liu, he might come later though. None of the fanart is mine! Enioy!

(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."

Hello, fellow CP lovers out there! Welcome to yet another reader insert! Wow, such originality. Much creative. I love Creepypasta as much as that guy over there, and I’ve been reading so many amazing Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios and thought, “hey, why not join this community? Why the hell not?!” In this Book, you are the girlfriend of ten Creepypastas! Wow. I love them all. Read this book and you’ll feel happy, sad, horny, weird and possibly falling more in love with these handsome monsters! Requests may vary... I do not own the Creepypastas. All rights are reserved to their owners! See you, Spawns of Zalgo!

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

Just an ordinary girl that accidentally joins a group chat full of serial killers. What could go wrong? Warning! There will be cussing and all sorts of chaos throughout this! Read at your own risk. Sorry if its a little bit cringy in the beginning. This is the first book I've ever wrote. Ranks: #1 Creepypasta #1 Creepypastaxreader #1 textbook #1 chatroom Thank you guys for the support ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── When a soaking figure appears in Y/N's dorm before vanishing impossibly quickly, trouble is sure to follow... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── This story is being constantly updated! There will be new parts every two weeks (minimum). Last edited: 1/12/25 ART AND COVER FONT IS MINE ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Female Y/N ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── This story is a fanfic including the creepypasta, marble hornets and Slenderverse fandoms. I will do my best to not make the characters totally fanon, however I will have to deviate from their cannon selves in places (or they'd just kill you immediately). Also, as a Marble Hornets fan, I am aware that Masky and Hoodie are not proxies canonically. However, for the purpose of this story they will be. I will also be using characters from the series EverymanHYBRID- so if you don't know what this is then I recommend doing a quick search as parts of this story will be written under the assumption you understand what I'm referencing. The EverymanHYBRID channel and series is still up on YouTube but is fairly complex to understand (I'm talking from pure personal experience and hours of confusion myself) so I'd recommend Night Mind's series that explains the series in-depth. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── TW: gore, violence, blood, toxic relationships, death, murder, bad language/cursing, unsettling/graphic descriptions, men being men, bodily damage, MAYBE implied NSFW (though nothing at all explicit), religious trauma, IMPLIED r4pe (NOTHING explicit) etc... there will NOT be a TW at the start of each chapter, so be warned! If any of these topics are triggering for you, please do not continue to read! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Toby finds a TV and Masky a very comfortable bed. None of them resists too much. Credits for the cover: Geerow_ (twitter) You can also find the spanish ver. at @astruquoise

coz·en /ˈkəz(ə)n/ "trick or deceive." __ Moving wasn't so easy, you never knew that living in a different state would take so many turns, so many deceiving people and so many mysteries that left scars. As you started school you met two different kinds of people: good people and bad people. But there was this one specific boy that caught your eye, and so did his eyes caught you, rumors tainted him as someone who you wouldn't want to be close with. But the closer you got to him the more you realized how wrong people thought of him, until one single confession ruined everything, taking twisted turns and so many traumatic events. __ This is a rewrite of my first book of Bloody Painter! The cover and edits were done by me! The drawing was made by: プティ10日より垢移動 Or @4696fox on Twitter! Check them out they're amazing!!

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

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.

Continuation of my Random Stuff story There will be more randomness from me, lol And also more fanarts and stuff (Not all arts are mine) (Cover of the book is not mine)

If you want romance, this story is not for you. This is a Creepypasta x Reader which lacks the element of romance, contrary to other x reader stories. You're supposed to go clean up your Uncle's old cabin... a cabin which the locals claim shouldn't be in this plane of existence, and you quickly find out as to why.

Just a normal girl with her parents and brother living her life. Well, up until the days her mother dies, she gets attacked and mentioned brother disappears. She's left with her father, a soon-to-be alcoholic. The only escape? None. Not even school. Meet 'Red Eye' and her story.

(Ps idk when imma be posting lol🤑)Imma have art for random fandoms so yeah hope u like it :D Taking requests I need art ideas

this story will include alot of dark themes, like suicide, r4pe, abuse, and maybe smut, I will put a warning for every chapter that needs a warning!

Every night at exactly 3:00 AM... something wakes me up. Not nightmares. Not sounds. Objects. The chair moves. The mirror watches. The dustbin rattles. And there's always a leader. A small metal safety pin... floating in the dark. It comes closer. Closer. Then it pricks my skin- and I wake up screaming. But every night, they come back. These are the things that shouldn't be alive. These are the things that wake me at night.

At the High Peaks Campground, two brothers find themselves to be the victims of an infamous deranged serial killer. After they lose their parents in the attack, Lawrence tries to live with the crippling trauma, meanwhile, his brother Marshall remains missing at the campground. Lawrence eventually returns to the campground, an act which would push him fully into mania. He unknowingly follows in the footsteps of his parents' killer until he finds his brother.

I woke up in a classroom I don't remember entering. The clock said 9:05. My phone said 7:42. "You don't belong here," they kept saying. But what if they're right? What if I already stepped too far?