Creepypasta Stories
- LECTURES 78
- Votes 8
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture1h 14m
Dernière publication mar., juin 12, 2018
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
- H.P. Lovecraft
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these stories. These stories are ones that I have seen, liked, and decided to share with you all. All credit goes to the writers of these stories. Also, these stories are works of fiction (maybe).
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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.Terminé
Those cold eyes of stone(Jeff the killer FanFiction)
"Your fucking crazy." He whispered staring straight into me as if searching for my soul with those stone cold eyes. "I know but if I weren't then I wouldn't have tried to find you." I said giving him a stern look and never turning my eyes from him as he released his cold fingers from mine. "You can't keep saying that. I'll never except the fact that you can live with with a monster like me." His breath hitched and all I could do was become angry and grab Jeff's hand before it fell to his side. I put it to his heart and then took his chin and made him stare back at me. "Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that! Tell me there's is not one bit or even a smidge of the old Jeff you were! Because I'm pretty sure I had see- suddenly I'd been caught off guard as he slammed me against the tree making me wince and...... I do not own creepy pasta all rightful work belongs to Mr.Creepypasta and others. Aside from that other elements of the story come from my own mind. [WARINING:Contains rude language ,mentions of or sexual content.]Terminé
Lost and Found ~Completed~
Gwen Christine Nichols is a weak girl left alone with her abusive father. Her brother and boyfriend disappeared and her mother died in the hands of her father. But, one day, when the abuse got too far, Gwen snapped. She went insane and brutally murdered her father. When Gwen ran away from her accomplishment, she accidentally ran into the forest that everyone forbidden to go in. There, she earned an injury that can be treated. But in the forest, where was help? Luckily, three boys took her to their mansion and treated her with basic anatomy. As always, though, there was a major twist. Gwen was forcefully living with the group of brutal murderers, the CreepyPastas. There, she is 'adopted' into the family, training to gain her strength and skills. But, Gwen slowly realizes everything she lost, besides her father, were in this mansion the whole time. And there, she finds her secret imperfection, her boyfriend, her brother... Herself.Terminé
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Welcome Home, Serial Killer
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Bloody Weather [ Creepypasta x Male Reader ]
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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.
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