Creepystory Stories

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.

WARNING: Even though this is Dandy's World fanfic, the stories in here contain scary/gross scenes (obviously). Reader discretion is advised! Eight creepy and crazy stories for lovers of spooks and scares, all told by the GardenView crew. This time, Sprout asked me to narrate after I told him about what happened last time. He agreed on one condition: That I don't let Vee call him "berry boy" if it ever becomes her turn to narrate. -- Credits to himek9 on Tumblr for the picture

This is a log of all the strange & weird dreams that I remember having

When Detective Elias Crowe returns to his hometown of Black Hollow after twenty years away, he expects to investigate a suspicious death-not reopen the wound that never healed. Dr. Leonard Hale is found dead beneath the balcony of Blackthorne Manor, his death ruled an accident. But Elias sees what others ignore: the scratched mirrors, the hidden passengers, the whispers inside the walls. As he digs deeper, Elias uncovers a web of secret experiments, buried evidence. and a vanished sister whose disappearance was never meant to be solved. With every suspect hiding something and the town determined to keep its past buried, Elias is forced to confront memories he doesn't trust and a truth that could destroy everything he believes. In a house built on lies, silence is the deadliest weapon. And some secrets are worth killing for. Updates every day/week. Follow for mystery, twists, and secrets.

In the fog‑choked town of Mirageton, reality is never as solid as it seems. A man is found dead behind a shop's glass door - frozen in terror, blood smeared beneath his hands. He's the latest victim in a string of killings, each body discovered in abject horror, as if they had seen - and fought - something impossible. Across town, Ian Hale is coming apart. Plagued by migraines, violent dreams, and a reflection that doesn't always move when he does, he knows one thing for certain: something inside him is wrong. Something watching. Waiting. He wants to run, to leave the rot of Mirageton behind. But the town won't release him. Not his father, who treats him like a debt to be collected; not his own fracturing mind; and certainly not Elaine - sharp, relentless, and the daughter of the lead detective. She's hunting the truth behind the murders. And Ian may be the only thread that leads to it. One wrong move won't just expose him. It will shatter his life, hers, and everyone's in between. As suspicion spreads, an old legend bleeds into waking life. Reflections linger. Glass remembers. And the line between monster and victim begins to crack. The horror in Mirageton isn't just what's hiding in the mirrors. It's what's looking back. ONC 2026 Prompt 76: Your reflection smiles before you do and then begins mimicking things you never did.

A collection of short stories focused on human fear. No monsters. No magic. Just people, thoughts, and situations that shouldn't have ended the way they did. These are short stories about uncomfortable moments, wrong choices, and feeling that something is off, even if no one says it out loud.

Ever wonder if stories and movies have bad endings? Well, imagine if movies had bad endings and curses which are not suitable for all children. Warning: Death, gore and mature content

I wrote this story quite some time ago, but only now have I decided to publish it. It was inspired by events that happened to me and my friends at the summer camp we attend every year. If you don't believe in paranormal things, I'm not going to force you to. I myself have experienced several strange, unexplainable moments there, and I've always been much more prone to sleepwalking at that camp than usual. I also spoke with the counselors and the camp owners, and they confirmed that they've had similar experiences. All of this inspired me to write this story. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Say present if your name is called. But what happened if the class seems to have an extra person?

*The prequel to The Girl in the Window* This is the story about Effie Richmond. Effie's family has always believed that she was different. After she and her family were in a car wreck, strange things began to happen to her. She had developed a strange power that she couldn't control, so they decided to lock her up in the Sarton Asylum. They promised the young girl that they would come back, but they never did. Come see what Effie's sad fate and dangerous powers bring her. cover made by me

A routine school trip to an old mine takes a terrifying turn when a group of students wanders into a tunnel that shouldn't exist. Deep underground, they discover they're not alone and getting out won't be easy.

"Welcome, mortal... do leave your sanity at the threshold." Before you lies a meticulously curated ossuary of human dread-a global registry of the things that haunt the periphery of our vision and the darkest corners of our collective subconscious. From the whispered rituals of the ancient world to the digital demons of the modern age, this Compendium serves as your guided tour through the geography of the nightmare. We spare no soul in our quest for the uncanny. Within these pages, you will encounter: The Ethereal & The Avenging: Seek the crimson reflection of Bloody Mary or the weeping specters that linger in the ruins of history. Maritime Mysteries: Walk the silent, salt-crusted decks of the SS Ourang Medan, where a crew was found frozen in a final, wordless paroxysm of absolute horror. Urban Legends & Modern Maladies: From the hooked-handed killers of lovers' lanes to the hitchhikers who vanish into the midnight mist. The Cryptid & The Corrupted: Track the clawed footprints of the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and the insatiable hunger of the Wendigo. This archive is a living entity, and it hungers for more. I, your humble curator, have gathered much, but the darkness is vast. Have I overlooked a phantom that haunts your own doorstep? Is there a local legend from your ancestral soil that demands recognition? I implore you to leave your comments. If an urban legend has been missed or a particular monster deserves its moment in the moonlight, speak up. Your contributions are the lifeblood of this monument to the macabre. Enter freely, read by candlelight, and remember: To name the darkness is to claim power over it. But be warned... the darkness is listening.

Las leyendas urbanas son relatos pertenecientes al texto literario, que tratan de una tradición popular, la cual su objetivo es causar miedo y entretener, pertenecen a la ciudad, algunas parte de hechos reales, pero se van distorsionando o exagerando y mezclado con hechos ficticios.

In every corner of the world, from the fog-drenched moors to the depths of forgotten jungles, there are stories whispered in the dark about creatures that defy reason-beings that belong neither to myth nor to science. They call them the cryptids, the legends, the unclassified shapes that slip through our nightmares and leave behind only footprints, shadows, and fear. Somewhere in the Himalayas, travelers still speak of a giant covered in white fur-the Yeti-whose mournful calls echo through the frozen valleys. In the Louisiana bayous, under the haunting glow of the moon, locals swear that the Rougarou prowls the swamps, its glowing eyes watching from the reeds. On the misty surface of Loch Ness, ripples disturb the stillness, as if something ancient and enormous moves beneath-a creature that has eluded cameras and logic for nearly a century. In the forests of the Pacific Northwest, branches snap in the dead of night and hunters speak in hushed voices about Bigfoot, the giant that walks upright and disappears between the trees like smoke. From the deserts of Mongolia where a crimson serpent called the Death Worm kills with a spark of electricity, to the waters of Japan where ghostly shapes drag fishermen into the abyss, humanity has always lived side by side with the unexplained. These tales have survived because somewhere deep down, people know that truth often hides in the places we're too afraid to look. Maybe these creatures are echoes of an ancient world that refuses to die, or maybe they are something far older-beings that watch us, testing the boundaries between myth and reality. Whatever they are, they remind us that the world is not as known or safe as we pretend it to be, and that somewhere beyond the reach of science, the unknown still breathes.

OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2026 ENTRY All that was left of him was one voicemail she couldn't delete. She wanted to keep it, just to remember his voice - but every time she pressed play, something changed. A different word. A car honking. A way-too-long pause between words. There were details that didn't belong. She was not sure if she was revealing the truth about his death... or if the message was leading her somewhere she didn't know she could go.

The glass doesn't just reflect. It watches. It's a prickle on my skin, a cold weight in the air. Even with my back turned I can feel it: a steady, unblinking gaze from coming from the mirror across the room. I tell myself it is just the shadows. I tell myself the room in the in the reflection is identical to mine. But every time I snap my eyes open in the dark to check the sensation is always the same - a heart-stopping certainty that it was already looking at me first. Nothing has moved. Nothing has changed. Yet everything is wrong.

Sara wasn't looking for perfection - just a place to breathe, at least the one she could call "sweet home" Her apartment "11B" seemed like a quiet escape from her past, tucked away from noise and memories. But somehow the silence there wasn't peaceful; it was watchful, unsettling and somewhat unknown. Days blurred into nights, and the more she tried to settle in, the more the apartment seemed to notice her. Sometimes, it felt like her thoughts weren't entirely her own... as if the room had started thinking with her...

I always follow my routine... but this morning, my routine answered the phone for me.

Have you ever desired something so much that you know you would do anything to achieve it? How about literally going through hell? If the answer is yes then you can relate to Casey barker an 20 year old girl who has lost her father and is willing to risk her own life to get him back by taking part in the 11 miles ritual. - 11 miles is not my idea i am just incorporating my own characters and situations which has led them there - the chapters will be short as there is not much i can find on this ritual

welcome reader. to my research and experience i have made many of this books but got deleted REAL EXPERIENCE!! and research some maybe real facts. warning ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️ you may manifest CP into ur life if you believe in them or read the book. slendersickness memory loss stalking weird dreams TW self harm TW rape TW Paranoia