Creeypasta 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

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

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!

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙭 𝙈!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧  ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿ ❝What are you, really?❞ ❝It's hard to describe. I'm a cannibal, but only specifically for kidneys. And I'm a demon, of some sort,❞ ❝You eat other demons' kidneys?❞ ❝..I eat humans..❞ ❝..But you're not a human, how is that considered as cannibalism?❞ reboot of Another Cliché inspo: Letters To You, Cashiering Isn't So Bad After All

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

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

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.

(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?

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

This is a series of stories featuring Yandere characters from canonical creepypasta. Some parts marked 18+ contain NSFW content

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

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.

(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

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."

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.

James Richard is a 4 year old boy, who lives with his Mother and Uncle, in a bad nieborhood. James's Mother and Uncle is a addict. Both grown ups forgetting that he even exist most the time. One night James's Mother pays his Uncle to "get rid" of James. After he dies, James comes back as a Spirit, what happens when he comes across 3 of Slenderman's proxies Read the story of James Richard and his life with the 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?

Hola, soy una investigadora de creepypastas que empezó en 2023 pero decidí publicar lo que tengo y se sobre ellos como síntomas, invocaciones, orígenes, datos, experiencia personal, etc. Espero que esto les sirva a todos/as que lean esto.

Life as a proxy is tiring sometimes, especially for someone that is in the business for so long. But violence is the only thing she knows, it's no use trying to go back to a mundane life now.

(Y/N). Young. Dumb. Legally blind. And that's it. Oh, and a serial killer thinks he's cute. There's that too.