Creepypasta Stories

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.

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!

(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?

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.

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)

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."

" 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~. ☻︎

𝙽𝚢𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊 (𝚗.) 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝; 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 ̷Y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷d̷̷i̷̷e̷ ̷d̷̷o̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚡, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎" ̷Y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷d̷̷i̷̷e̷ ̷d̷̷o̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷p̷̷i̷̷d̷ ̷j̷̷o̷̷b̷ "𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎?" !! ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? !!

Ophelia was always a strange girl, because she was half spider.... Her adoptive parents,she ate...They never talked to her when she started to develop spider like limbs and a pair of extra eyes, she turned to a grayer skin colour and tried to bite them...a lot, and venom was her best friend! She never liked her 'parents' but she did like poisoning people, she guesses her spider like needs just got to her, she needed food...not flies....humans. (I own my oc and the story I do not own creepypasta/ marble hornets, if you ant handle gore please do not read! Thx :))

(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

"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm getting better." "You'll be safe if you just stay with me..." Authors note: Chapters are written in long format, meaning this is going to read far more as a book. I update as much as I have time for, but in saying this, lots of editing and re-writing occurs and takes time. I take care in this story as it means a lot to me as a passion project and want it to be something I can be proud of. Thank you for understanding and I hope you all can enjoy this as much as I love writing it! -M

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

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

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.

The Cult of X has ceased to operate, X has ceased to hunt the souls of people. But one event interrupts his sleep, which could last forever.

this is a story about the four proxies Tim (Masky), Brian (Hoodie), Toby, and Kate meet a girl who becomes a proxy like them and about how they interact and etc

This is my messy version of a creepy pasta story im making

Life as a proxy is tiring sometimes, especially for someone that is in the business for so long. But violence is the only thing she knows, it's no use trying to go back to a mundane life now.