Creeypasta Stories

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

(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?

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.

This is a reboot of my creepypasta AU because Im not too proud of how I did my books, and how I sorted that AU- There will trigger warnings in almost every chapter, so don't worry, I'll warn you if there is going to be dark themes in a chapter.

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)

" real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory. " backrooms 2026 bobby franklin x fem oc disclaimer: i do not own backrooms. all rights go to the its creaters.

Idk just about my creepypasta ocs story

New to this house, new to this town, new to this school, everything is new but that doesn't mean it's better. y/n moved to a small town after an unfortunate loss, only to find someone strange that might not be so different from them after all. idk i've never written one of these so if it's butt don't come for me

collab with @RawrX34 the slendermansion goes on a vacation to the beach and stuff

Moi rodzice wyjechali na weekend, a ja miałem spędzić kilka spokojnych dni w naszej starej, przedwojennej kamienicy. Wszystko zmieniło się o pierwszej w nocy, gdy z ciemnego salonu dobiegł mnie znajomy, ciepły głos mojego taty pytającego o ładowarkę. Problem w tym, że rodzice byli już setki kilometrów stąd. Kiedy mijałem przedpokój, spojrzałem w stare, rzeźbione lustro. W jego odbiciu, na naszej kanapie, siedziało coś, co nieludzko idealnie naśladowało głos mojego ojca... choć sam pokój był całkowicie pusty. Co robisz, gdy potwór z lustra zaczyna napierać na szkło, a Ty słyszysz w telefonie prawdziwego rodzica?

A story about the daily lives of killers and beings in the mansion.

The Entity has conquered countless realms. Every world consumed becomes another hunting ground. Every monster becomes another servant. Every survivor eventually learns the same terrible truth... The Fog always returns. Nathan Coal, known throughout the Realm as The Zealot, is unlike any other Killer. While others serve through fear, coercion, or madness, Nathan serves willingly. To him, the Entity is no prison. It is salvation. Rewarded with impossible gifts and driven by unwavering faith, Nathan is sent on a mission unlike any before. A new realm has been discovered. A realm of urban legends, internet myths, and monsters born from fear itself. Creepypasta. Jeff the Killer. Ticci Toby. Eyeless Jack. Slenderman. They believe themselves to be apex predators. Nathan has come to teach them otherwise. Because in the Fog... Survival is temporary. The Entity is eternal.

It started with footsteps in the rain. Then came the feeling of being watched. Then came the smile. Now I have one question... If he was behind me the entire time, why was he already waiting ahead?

⚠️NOT FINISHED⚠️ TW: sh, murder, hallucinations, blood, gore, violence, SH, mature language. It's a creepypasta story, it was originally going to be about a clown lol, idk how this happened but I hope you like it. Also I'm using military time bc I use military time irl I'm gonna be working on this at night or whenever I can, so I don't know when I'm gonna publish chapters. Also this is not a real story, But most of it is based on my life and feelings. I'm gonna try to make this story's chapters longer 🫶 ------- This story is about a boy named William and how he basically went insane. Edited chapter 1-[?] on 17/12/2024 (day/month/year) Finished on [not yet finished editing] ------- My words were met with silence. I glanced between them desperately looking for a explanation. "You're a Monster, William. Gods, I don't know if you're William anymore." My heart sank, it felt like I had been stabbed. Monster?

Y/N L/N was just a normal person in a unfortunate situation. they had to get away from their fiancé but how? they only had a few ideas as of yet. at least till they remember of the rumors. Those who goes in the slender forest never comes back, so what happens next?

❝𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ Ever since you first solved a heartwrenching case that was labeled as cold in the eyes of many, your life had pretty much turned upside down at only sixteen years old, but nothing would be match to what you were currently expected to solve; the sudden disappearances and gruesome murders of multiple people around town. You knew that this was a risky case- scratch that- EVERY single one of these last cases were risky as hell, but the risk would always end up being worth it. After all, you wanted to help people; to do something meaningful in this world that'll leave a lasting fingerprint in history or people's memories. Though, now that you have dozens of targets painted on your back due to your profession, you can't help but wonder whether you were wrong about liking to take risks or not. 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

!!!Cover art credits: He4rt.08 !!! "There's an ache in my bones and I can feel it There's an ache in my heart and I can feel it breaking through." ⦻ This story contains Not very nice language, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, and Murder. Enjoy reading Strangers ♡

Halle Stevenson knew Eyeless Jack years before he became a proxy. They were friends. Went to the same college, had the same dream of becoming a doctor. However, after a tragic incident that everyone heard, he was presumed dead. Halle couldn't stop herself from missing him everyday.

A man's discovery of stringy objects leads to a shocking find in the Appalachian Mountains.

These are the only ones that have worked for me You won't find these anywhere else. Almost nobody wanted to share And it's not the popular ones you'll see