Creepytown Stories

A young writer is sent to Wimopah, Nevada by her journaling company for research on their newest small town breaking news story. Although her trip was planned for only 3 days, she is forced to overstay her visit as untold information about Wimopah's dark history comes rushing at her at full force. (...or maybe the second half of this description was the original idea, but I decided to throw in an unexpected twist at the end instead. Enjoy!)

Angel's Grove is a town where Emily Clarendon has just move to. She moved in with her now single mother Veronica Clarendon. She has been there for only a week and she's already analysed how creepy and weird the people are in her "new home" ..... Do you think Emily paranoid? Or is their something darker going on in the small, lonely town of Angel Grove? Read to find out more!!!!

After her mother's death, Rachel returns to her hometown in the country, only to find it plagued by mysterious disappearances. Locals whisper of the Night Howler, a creature that hunts only at night. As Rachel digs deeper, she realizes this monstrous presence may be all too real.

There's something about the rain. Every time it falls, someone disappears and not just from reality. From memory. From records. From time. FBI Agent Mark is haunted by dreams he can't explain. A tree. A chair. A storm. When he and Jenna investigate four students who vanish near a ghostly train station, they find nothing but roads that lead nowhere and places that erase themselves. But one of the boys touched a cursed book. And now the story is writing itself... page by page.

Tara A 16 year old girl who still believes in the supernatural. When she watches a documentary on an alleged wandering spirit in her hometown, she becomes curious and starts poking around town. She uncovers some hidden mysteries about her town's past and her ancestors. Learning all this makes her a target for the Mayor. The Mayor His goal is to keep as much of Normalville's past as much of a secret as possible. When a little girl comes poking around, he's forced to use something he hasn't used in years. Thomas (a.k.a. Tommie) Tara's twin brother who supports Tara in everything that she does. Even things like her obsession with the supernatural. Although he doesn't think any of the stuff is real, he'll go to the ends of the Earth for his sister.

Kassidy Hunter is on a trip to an un-named town in the middle of the ocean reccomended to her by her friend Timothee. After the disappearance of the driver of the boat, she meets an unwelcoming fisherman named Ruel and things go from there. (Ruel, Timothee Chalamet, Armie Hammer, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Michael B. Jordan.... not finished so there may be more)

Returning to a town she barely remembers, Laura Evans just wanted to survive her father's downfall - not uncover a trail of murders. But Hollow Creek remembers her. And someone in town remembers her too well. As more bodies surface, all marked with strange symbols and chilling precision, Laura is pulled into a mystery buried deep beneath the fog and whispers of the past. With Dean - her once-sweet childhood friend turned distant and guarded - by her side, Laura must piece together forgotten memories, hidden truths, and the haunting possibility that one of their closest friends... is the killer. Some things were never meant to be found.

In the quaint town of Whispers Hollow, an eerie silence descends as its residents suddenly lose their ability to speak. Twelve-year-old Sarah quickly discovers that this unnatural hush harbors a sinister secret: those who fall silent become vessels for malevolent spirits, hungry to claim the town as their own. Determined to save her loved ones, Sarah must rally the few remaining townsfolk who still possess their voices, navigating a chilling landscape where shadows twist and the very essence of communication hangs by a thread. Can Sarah break the suffocating silence and drive away the darkness before it consumes them all? The Sound of Silence is a harrowing tale of courage, community, and the unbreakable bond of the spoken word.

Jay can and will solve the murders happening in the small town right outside the city of Eldoria (fictional) with the help of their long time friend, Rowan. The only problem is, the town doesn't want them to solve these murders and will do whatever it takes to keep them from discovering the truth.

They say Nareth Hollow is peaceful. They're wrong. Clocks don't tell time-they hide it. People vanish, only to return as strangers. And the fog... it whispers. When sixteen-year-old Mira arrives searching for her missing mother, she finds a town full of secrets and silence. Everyone pretends nothing is wrong-but behind every door, every mirror, every tick of the clock, something watches... and waits. Guided by a journal her mother left behind, Mira begins to uncover a chilling truth: Nareth Hollow is not just losing time-it's being erased from it. Now, Mira must race against a force older than memory itself. Because once you forget time... it forgets you.

Welcome to Emerald Creek, where life shines bright-perhaps a little too bright. When Lyla Rosefield and her daughter, Ivy, arrive in this seemingly perfect town, they believe they've left their past behind. But beneath the cheerful smiles and tidy streets, something dark lingers. Strange dreams begin to haunt Ivy, while Lyla can't shake the feeling that the town has been waiting for them. Everyone is just a bit too friendly, and no one seems to remember their own history. The more they dig, the more the lines between reality and illusion blur, unraveling the fragile memories they thought they could trust. A mysterious mayor with too much charm, three women who seem to control everything, and whispers of a past that won't stay buried-all lead Ivy and Lyla toward a terrifying truth: some places don't just trap you. They change you. In Emerald Shadows, every memory comes at a price. How far would you go to uncover the secrets hidden in plain sight? And once you know the truth, can you ever escape?

For siblings Alex and Maya, it was supposed to be a simple road trip to their grandparents' house-one last taste of freedom for Alex before university, one last boring car ride for Maya. But when their car dies on a lonely, forgotten B-road with no phone signal, their journey takes a terrifying detour. Their only hope is a quaint village on an old wooden sign: Havenwood. At first, it seems like a miracle-a picture-perfect town of cobblestone streets and friendly, welcoming locals, a peaceful haven untouched by the modern world. But the perfection is a mask. The welcome is a little too wide, the smiles a little too fixed. And the entire valley is shrouded in an unnatural, deathly silence. Their attempts to leave are futile. Every road out of Havenwood mysteriously loops back to the town square, a disorienting, impossible trap. With no way to contact the outside world, a chilling realization dawns: their breakdown wasn't an accident, it was an invitation. The townspeople are not hosts; they are keepers. And they have a simple, terrifying message: once you arrive in Havenwood, you are welcome to stay. Forever. The true horror of Havenwood isn't its roads, but its insidious influence. The town has a way of making you forget-your home, your memories, the person you used to be. As Alex finds himself seduced by the town's placid, stress-free existence, his own identity beginning to fray, it falls to Maya to be the anchor for their past. She must fight against a creeping mental fog that threatens to erase them completely and turn them into another pair of smiling, empty-eyed residents. To escape, they must uncover the ancient secret at the heart of the town's idyllic facade. But how do you escape a prison that convinces you it's a paradise? And if they manage to break free, what parts of themselves will they be forced to leave behind?

These are just some short horror stories. Hope you like them. I made all the illustrations.

There were rules in Hexvalle. Unspoken ones. Ancient ones. The kind whispered by wind through moss-draped oaks and carved into the bones of the land itself. Most folks forgot them until something remembered them first. It started again on a Tuesday. The moon bled red, like an old wound reopening in the sky. Birds fell silent. The Okeli family garden was lush and overgrown but it burst into bloom far too early, every flower opening at once like mouths gasping for breath. And in the cemetery at the edge of town, Uche Okeli's tomb cracked open from the inside. No one heard the sound except Ms. Curtis, humming low in her garden, whispering to basil and bloodroot like they were kin. "They coming back," she murmured, eyes fogged but not blind. "Not ghosts, not ghouls. Somethin' older." She placed her palms into the dirt and felt it tremble. The wards were thinning. The veil was pulling taut. And this time, the dead weren't coming alone.