Creepasta Stories

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!

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.

(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) 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

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

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.

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

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."

"Oh, oh, oh Oh, here we go Walkin', talkin' like you know I want your pretty little psycho!"

" 𝑇𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. " 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Riddler Type Y/N (check author's bio) 🎆Cover image by ME❗️🎆 🎪 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 🎪 ☻︎Hello. My name is 🆃🅷🅴 🆁🅸🅽🅶🅼🅰︎🆂🆃🅴🆁. I am the author of this fanfic. I am the Midnight Machinations Carnival host and leader! I write stories and side-content featuring Clown-core/Circus/Carnival-esque CreepyPastas. Here, in my little realm, we're all a little mad...so do expect our content to be dripping with all sorts of weirdness, drama, insanity maybe even...? It's all up to you to read on and find out...! Don't be shy...step in through the gates of this black and white circus and discover what morbidly fun adventures lie beyond~. ☻︎

Hadley, the daughter of a certain rapey Slender, has never met said father. But she will at her 17th birthday which is soon. Until that, she has been raised by Slenderman, her uncle. How will she react to meeting her father? (cover isn't mine) (SO, this story and the other Creepypasta fics minus Raised to Hate are going to be discontinued, unless I suddenly get a surge of motivation to try finish this, but unlikely , sorry :( )

You are a gray toad, an anomaly in the Mushroom Kingdom where the vibrant colors of your kin are the norm. Most toads are brimming with energy and chatter, but not you. You've always been more introverted, often wandering inside the kingdom in solitude, content in your quiet life, but you still hang with around with them. That is, until Princess Peach starts to notice you. Intrigued by your quiet nature and unique appearance, she finds you different from the rest; you were special. Things take an unexpected turn when one fateful day, Bowser kidnaps you in your sleep. But as he leaves you for a bit, you were dragged through a mysterious pipe that leads you to different dimensions within the Mushroom Kingdom. Each world you find yourself in is a warped, nightmarish reflection of your own, with uncanny versions of Princess Peach, Mario, Luigi, and others. These alternate realities are not as you know them; they're broken, twisted, and haunted by their own despair. As you navigate these strange and unsettling dimensions, it becomes your mission to bring some semblance of warmth and hope back to these fractured versions of your friends. Your journey is one of healing, showing them kindness, love, and perhaps even redemption in the hopes that, together, you can restore them to happiness and bring them home to your dimension, the only place you know where there's peace. (Based on Creepypasta's and Mario Madness V2 Mod)

You're roommates with a bunch of slashers (listed below), what else can I say? Not all slashers are included, just ones that are widely known with one exception. I don't own the cover. Norman Bates (Psycho, 1960) Billy Loomis (Scream) Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street) Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) Michael Myers (Halloween) Pennywise (2017, IT) Pinhead (Hellraiser) Charles Lee Ray (Child's Play) Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky) Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Not all horrors are imagined. Some live next door. These are short standalone stories inspired by whispered fears, urban legends, and things we pretend do not happen. Disclamer⚠️: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

Toby finds a TV and Masky a very comfortable bed. None of them resists too much. Credits for the cover: Geerow_ (twitter) You can also find the spanish ver. at @astruquoise

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)

Sarah nunca creyó del todo en las creepypastas... hasta que algo empezó a responderle desde su propia computadora. Y no era un simple error.

Y/N is a cold and serious psychologist, but behind her stone cold facade she's a woman tired of life with family issues, maladaptive daydreaming, social anxiety and probably depression. the only thing she'd say is special about her is that she send a serial killer in jail when she was 16. now she's proving if criminals are mentally ill or just faking it. everything was 'fine' until she meets the same serial killer that she send in jail and a question is asked : "will you try to fix me?" but the answer is the most unexpected one "i can't fix what's not broken.". who will remove the mask of the other first. i tried to be realistic about Y/N and she is overly inspired by me (i didn't got diagnosed with social anxiety nor maladaptive daydream yet but i probably have it and i will soon go to get diagnosed) i do not own any fanarts nor the cover and i'll say it if i put drawings i did

Sequel to 'I See Dead People'. All characters will be carried over. Life was melancholy without a group of serial killers in your life. You and Glen lived just across the street from your crush, who insisted that you live close to him, just in case anything happened again. But, what if you wanted something to happen? What if you wanted to have your murderers back?

🔥 WALLY & FRIENDS: THE NIGHT THAT DIDN'T BURN 🔥 By Duke Ransom Everyone remembers the fire. Except... there's no record of it. In 1998, Wally & Friends Pizzeria supposedly burned to the ground with its owner, Gabe Winkler, trapped inside. Witnesses saw the flames. Heard the screams. Watched the building collapse. But the next morning? The restaurant was still there. Untouched. Open for business. And Gabe... was standing outside. Smiling. Now, years later, journalist Evan Rowe is trying to uncover the truth behind a fire that never happened-and a place that shouldn't exist. But the deeper he digs, the more reality starts to slip: 🎥 VHS tapes show events no one remembers 🎂 Birthday parties that never ended 🧸 Animatronics that move... even when the power is off 🔥 And a fire that might still be burning-just out of sight Because Wally & Friends isn't just a restaurant. It's something that remembers. And once it remembers you... It doesn't let go. --- 🩸 "The fire did happen... we just didn't survive it." 🩸