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?

A story inspired by Creepypasta, Slenderverse and the 2026 movie Obsession.

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.

... The fire continued cackling, yet the previously caged bird sang in laughter. Like a phoenix, she is reborn. ... Creepypasta various x reader

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵." Y/N has lived with quiet suffering - a loving face shown to the world, a bruised body hidden beneath her sleeves. Her stepfather's cruelty is her daily reality, and nobody believes her. College keeps her sane, her friends keep her grounded, and logic keeps her dismissing the rumors of a grinning killer lurking in the dark. But the night Jeff the Killer climbs through her window and doesn't kill her - everything unravels. He sees something in her eyes that she refuses to acknowledge: a darkness that mirrors his own. What starts as taunting becomes obsession. What starts as survival becomes something neither of them expected. Love, blood, and chaos - and she's only just beginning to smile.

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?

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...

Dear reader, nothing in this book is canon. English isn't my first language so please don't mind the mistakes. This may not be great because I'm an old Creepypasta fan so the fanfic may be bad. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the book<3

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

**splechh** "Did.. did you just fucking bash my head in??!" "You're still coherent enough to talk? I guess I didn't smash hard enough.." **squelchh** "There!" - ((sum infooo#x^ - y/n has no specific gender, so I will try and exclude any like specific genital parts or specific pronouns !! I will be using they/them pronouns, so just use any u see as fit, or they/them👀. anywayyy - disclaimersss ‼️‼️ - gorey scenes may be in full detail, sexual scenes, self harm, suicide, and lots of mental issues mentioned r in detail in this storyyy!! A/N- this story is not to rly b taken seriously and was made lazily by me. Im only writing this cus ion have internet rnnn... soo yea. All characters in this fanfic r aged up to adults between 20-35. I will also b trying my best to make all characters act canon n not fanon 2 the best of my ability !!!))

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

Não escrevi estas páginas para publicar um livro. Elas existem porque, depois de algum tempo, confiar apenas na memória deixou de ser suficiente. Datas começaram a se confundir, testemunhas mudavam seus relatos, arquivos desapareciam, links deixavam de existir e detalhes importantes eram esquecidos. Registrar tudo passou a ser uma necessidade. O conteúdo deste caderno reúne anotações feitas ao longo de diferentes investigações. Algumas tratam de histórias conhecidas na internet. Outras surgiram em fóruns antigos, jornais locais, arquivos esquecidos ou relatos enviados diretamente para mim. Sempre que possível, tentei separar fatos de boatos. Nem sempre consegui. Você encontrará contradições. Hipóteses abandonadas. Páginas incompletas. Informações que pareciam irrelevantes quando foram escritas e só fizeram sentido meses depois. Se este material chegou às suas mãos sem que eu o tenha entregue pessoalmente, considere a possibilidade de que eu não tenha conseguido terminar o trabalho. Não tire conclusões precipitadas. Verifique as fontes. Questione tudo, inclusive as minhas anotações. E, se decidir continuar de onde parei, comece pelo primeiro caso. Foi ali que tudo começou.

„When I close my Eyes" 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧_𝙁𝙧𝙚𝟰𝙠 Do you know what it feels like to forget something... ...while knowing it never forgot you? You do. Or at least... you will. hope you enjoy, I haven't planned nothing for this book yet.. 21. 8, 2024 - started

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.

𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐬: 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐜 ___________________________________________ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡

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

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.

!!!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 ♡

Essa is a immortal being with a constantly crumbling mental state while Jeff is just an inhumane man who couldn't care less for Essa. Essa somehow is able to always pick Jeff out of a crowd no matter how cruel the other is, even with all of Essa's intense pressures he seems to grown fond of Jeff as time passes. I'm not sure if this could be a slow burn or enemies to lovers. I have no clue. I just write and revise and post while hoping for the best... I will say this does include a lot of triggering topics like mentions of self harm and or attempts. So please don't read of those will affect/bother you