Creepypasta Stories

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

"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.

(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 girl named Luna lives a pretty normal life. She has a lot of friends and a boyfriend named Alex. Her family is rich so that makes her popular on school. She knows that most of her friends only are her friends beacuse she is rich. She has only three real friends, her best friends Sarah,Miley and Amy. They share everything with eachother and Luna knows she can trust them, or so she thinks. In secret Luna plays video games. Not even her sister knows. What will happend when Luna gets a new game she has wanted so badly, but finds out that somthing, or someone is haunting the game?

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.

just a random story by a random person

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

Their both insane, both alone, both love knives, what will happen when they meet? A story that involves, hatred, romance and tragedy... Two ingenious story's join together What will happen? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short story involving creepypasta and death note

Exactly what the title says my beautiful pineapples~ There will be slow updates so sorry in advance

(✔️finished) They met in a grocery store. she accidentally hit him with a coke and then didn't stop talking. but will they meet again and what happens if she finds out about his true identity? Only one way to find out ;) pronouns of y/n are she/her but the gender doesn't affect the story so it can still be read if you use other pronouns (if you don't mind reading she/her)

Updates every Tuesday night/Wednesday (depends on timezone) ~~~ Your neighbor was moving, so they were having a garage sale to get rid of old stuff. Of course, you went to go see if there was anything cool. But what you got might be a bit more than what you paid for... Highest Rank History #1 in Pokepasta #1 in CreepypastaXReader

So guys since I quit my channel, I decided to Put community posts in here :)

Just some simple research notes about Mr. Faceless. [WARNING: ONLY THOSE WHO ARE TRULY TRAPPED WITHIN HIS GRASP ARE THE ONLY ONES PERMITTED TO READ. I AM NOT LIABLE IF ANYTHING HAPPENS OR IF YOU START HAVING NIGHTMARES OR SEE HIM IN REAL LIFE. REMEMBER: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

There's a members meeting for this Country Club. But this story is not about adults talking about boring things. It is about their kids, who are left in their own room so they don't bore. Here, in the Girl's Room. But don't get fooled, this Country Club isn't normal, this Girl's Room either.

I've been planning to write this crossover series between FNAF and Creepypasta since the Covid pandemic. It's going to involve remade versions of several Creepypasta icons and their stories will be tied into the actions of Fazbear Entertainment. The FNAF elements of this story will combine details from both the novel trilogy and the games with me adding some of my own ideas to the sequence of events. This project, however, will primarily focus on the Creepypasta lore and my revision of the novel trilogy will become its own series later down the line. Unlike the novels, this series will also take place in Texas. I do not own any of the artwork or main characters that will be included in this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this little project.

I'm doing rituals for creepypasta like ticci toby and other proxies and I'm going to write here the things that happened to me

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?

**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 !!!))

⋮ Your estranged relative has died leaving you a secluded cabin in the woods. While clearing out the house, you find strange journal entries and video tapes of a tall, faceless figure. The more you investigate, you began to develop strange symptoms of an unknown illness. Soon, the dark truth becomes impossible to deny. You aren't just searching for the monster, your being stalked by ⦻ne. 𓁺 ───────────ᨒ↟𖠰───────────

Tengo 19 años y vivo al lado de una tienda de objetos usados en un pueblo que nadie visita. Su dueño desapareció hace unos meses. Lo que encontré adentro no debería publicarlo. Algunas historias dan miedo. Otras dan asco. Cada objeto que entra a La Orquídea tiene una historia. Las personas que los dejaron no querían que nadie los encontrara. Algunos escribieron todo. Otros dejaron la historia a la mitad. Algunos no dejaron nombre. Voy publicando lo que encuentro según lo encuentro. Hay historias que todavía no tienen final porque los diarios están repartidos en varias cajas y aún no las he abierto todas. Cuando encuentre el resto, lo subo. No todas las historias están conectadas. O eso creo.