Creepypasta 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?

Since you were a child all you've seen were the confines of a facility you were roughly forced into at just five years old; barren rooms, empty white walls, and most importantly, the scientists that turned you into something that wasn't quite human-who gave you connections to something that definitely wasn't human. But now? You've escaped, due to a sudden fire. And after an unnerving encounter with a sadistic killer, you're brought to a place where you're promised safety. Although, with everything that's happened in your life so far you have trouble trusting it, and that burning feeling deep within your skin is getting stronger, begging to be released-begging for revenge. ------------ FYI's: -ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW OF ANY ERRORS !! -Y/N is gender-neutral in this story, and is regarded by they/them pronouns. -Not all details of Jeff and the other creepypastas will be exact. Their backstories and motives will be the same, but some visual differences may be there. -Obviously blood and death will be mentioned. -Y/N is 18 in this story, and Jeff is 19 ------------ Current Word Count- 43,078 ------------ Credits to @pyanyasha on Instagram, and TikTok for the art on the cover, check their art out !

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.

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.

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)

Para un influencer, la vida se resume en clics, vistas y dominar el algoritmo con una personalidad excéntrica, extrovertida y un carisma que roza la locura. Mi día a día era normal, cotidiano y perfectamente predecible... hasta que un ser de intenciones totalmente desconocidas decidió que yo era el candidato perfecto para su propio entretenimiento. Sin previo aviso, fui arrancado de mi realidad y arrojado a un mundo completamente nuevo. ¿El problema? Este lugar no es para nada de mi agrado. Mitología real, monstruos sedientos de sangre y un sistema social que apesta a antigüedad. Pero un creador de contenido no se rinde tan fácilmente. Si la vida te da limones, haces un video viral; si te lanza al Inframundo, te las arreglas para sobrevivir y dominar el juego. Ahora soy el hermano mayor de Millicas Gremory, el primogénito de Sirzechs y Grayfia, atrapado en la cúspide de la aristocracia demoníaca. El nuevo mundo espera que sea un heredero perfecto, un peón ejemplar atrapado en sus estrictas reglas, etiquetas aburridas y expectativas asfixiantes. Qué lástima por ellos, porque yo no sigo guiones ajenos. Haciendo lo que quiero, donde quiero y cuando quiero, he decidido jugar bajo mis propios términos. ¿Qué dirán los otros clanes? No me importa en lo más mínimo. Entre soportar el peso de un linaje legendario, cuidar a mi pequeño hermano y lidiar con las amenazas que acechan a la familia, me aseguraré de que todo el Inframundo recuerde mi nombre. Las reglas se hicieron para romperse, y mi nueva transmisión apenas está por comenzar.

creepypasta research log, only my experiences. no information from external sources. read at your own discretion. everything you read, i experienced. STAY SAFE RABBITS.

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.

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

Sometimes, the most terrifying things don't break into your home. Sometimes... you let them stand outside your door long enough. A fictional horror story.

!!!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 ♡

Pulled this out my ass while geeked, anyway hope u enjoy:)

Everyone in Blackwood says the same thing. Don't take the shortcut through the woods. This is my own original story,but i want it to be treated as a real creepypasta 🥹I rlly want to bring baC the old fandom so feel free to make fanart or your own stories about her too! My TikTok is "ayanokojisbunny"

You live in a completely normal small town, or at least you thought it was normal. There is one road that nobody, and I mean NOBODY is able to go down. Including you, until one day...

What happens when these two happen to cross paths. A man clearly tired of life and lacking sleep and a woman who happens to feel similarly yet masks it as a daycare teacher and mother. Being single and in her thirties wasn't a plan and she didn't mean to bup into him but children tend to make everyday a challenge and they're always embarrassing you

Nami, a terrible bully who hurts others. But what happens when she is the one "bullied" 2nd in Lazari tags!!! 1st in Lazarus Tags!!!!!!!!

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?

[Temporary cover book] LOG DATE: Feb 7, 2025 MINOR SET BACK, NO YOU'RE NOT LOLIBIT BUT YES YOU ARE AN ANIMATRONIC. AN ENDO SKELETON ONLY (HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE FOURTH CLOSET) -------------------------- gonna change everything because y/n is gender neutral.. and I choose y/n to be scrap baby that time.. and scrap baby was a girl.. Abandoned the original thanks to the one who requested this version

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