Истории Creppypastas

"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.

Was becoming a house keeper to a broken down mansion holding several -what you thought was fictional- killers on your checklist? Not really. But it pays well. Are you really gonna be able to use the money? Probably not. Was having half of the residents obsess over you because of an accident virus on your checklist either? Absolutely!! So you reside in the Slender Mansion, all while time fleshes into nonsense and secrets unfold before your eyes. Soon, all you'll know is the truth. You won't be able to hide from the truth anymore. Huske. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Hello guys!!! Please give me feedback, I've been really trying to up my writing skills!! So I'm not all that sure that this is better than the og!! :D 🥇 - Bendrowned 🥇 - Ticcitoby 🥇 - Maskyandhoodie 🥇 - slenderman 🥇 - Bloodypainter 🥇 - creepypasta

(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 bunch of vandal children who treated consequences as a joke, until eventually it stopped being one.

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

A novel of a new creepypasta, a child who has to face the difficultys of his new life as a murderer. New content monda-friday. And sometimes saturday and sunday warning! this novel have: Insults, sexual jokes, and grotesque subjects This is a dark novel

↳ ❝ when a mysterious faceless stick tree man believes you, a random wimpy teenager, is worthy enough to be one of his epic edgy sidekicks and murder people for touching his poor quality emo sketch book pages he leaves on trees. ❞ ⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆Life With Creepypastas [LWCPS]⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹ • 𝘯𝘰𝘯－𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤. • cover art by: me shitting around on roblox some random wednesday

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.

8 Year old Aiden has been hiding away from the public after his two older brothers became committed murderers. Since this happened, his feelings became numb. His emotions became hard to tell and his eyes were lifeless. What happens when he's reunited with his two older brothers after he's been considered missing since he was 3 when his brothers went on their killing sprees? Read on to find out.

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.

a zombie experiment and a cannibal killer falling in love? now that one has a rotten heart and the other has none don't mean love can't happen~Insanity

One traumatized nutcase trying to live her life, an entity who's been trying to obtain her, and multiple weirdos who won't leave her alone. Story may contain disturbing writing including; violence, yandere behavior, smut, swearing, criminal acts, etc.

[Discontinued] A young woman named Y/N is currently on the run from a tall supernatural being with only one goal in mind-get it off her trail at all costs. Although it has only been 5 months since this has all begun, it feels as if forever has gone by since she has felt at least a little bit normal. Her mornings are always filled with paranoia, nights are filled with either haunting nightmares or restless tossing and turning. She has grown tired of it all so she does the most reasonable thing anyone would do in her dire situation: run and escape. She departs from her home in Alabama, leaving her family behind to question her motives when she leaves with no clear explanation. Her sudden departure from home results in her having an unexpected encounter with a man. Only for her to learn that he happened to be in the same situation as her. Their fates intertwine, and Y/N isn't sure if this is a good thing or not. Perhaps it would all be worth it in the end. Perhaps. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i )

This will be my online journal, since i have lost the one i have in real life. All of the photos and evidence of HIS existance is all real. You can choose whether you want to believe it or not, to me it doesnt matter. Because i know what i have seen... This will contain ways to summon them, my research + personal stuff / Photos occasionally.

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.

Robloxia is a world that runs on order. Admins keep it. Hackers test it. Regular people live in it. And underneath all of it, in the spaces between servers where the usual rules don't apply, something is being summoned. Guest is a story about everyone in the same world at the same time - a girl who used a script that changed her, a friend who couldn't stop watching it happen, an admin who does what duty requires, a hacker who proved the system was broken, a creation consumed by hatred, a cult built on faith that one person built on profit. Every account has a story. These are some of them.

The city didn't collapse all at once. First came the delays. Then the road closures. Then the strange videos people stopped talking about too quickly. By the time Cresthill Academy realized something was wrong, parts of the city had already gone silent. Now trapped in the middle of a spreading catastrophe, a group of students searches for safety while uncovering fragments of something buried beneath the outbreak-abandoned facilities, hidden research, missing records, and a name that keeps appearing where it shouldn't: HELIX-9 But the infected are only part of the problem. Because someone knew long before the city fell. And the deeper the group moves toward the truth, the more it begins to feel like they were never meant to survive it.

♤ One, two, the clock strikes through; Three, four - He's at your door. ♤ °°•○♡▪︎▪︎▪︎♡○•°° Rose Black had only agreed to play the Midnight Game for her best friend Gabbie's YouTube channel. After all, it was a harmless game, right? That's what she'd thought, until the nightmares start to seep in. The whispers, fear - until the Midnight Man emerges to haunt her. Until gruesome events begin striking those connected to the ritual. Rose finds herself torn between navigating a growing mystery and the life she's trying to build - chasing her dreams for a prestigious music festival, while surviving university schedules, and competing against the infuriatingly talented newcomer- Aiden, who seems determined to get under her skin. And somehow, into her heart. With the darkness crawling closer and time running out, Rose must uncover what happened the night she played the game, and why it feels impossible to let go of the very being that haunts her. The game ends at dawn. Its consequences don't.

You don't remember when the fear started-only that it never really stopped. After a life marked by things no one believed and places that never felt safe, you thought disappearing into the woods would finally bring peace. Instead, it brought something else. Something watching. Something waiting. The deeper you go, the more the world feels wrong-like reality is thinning, and something on the other side is starting to notice you. Slender Man isn't the only thing in the forest. Jeff's grin shows up where light shouldn't reach. Eyeless Jack knows your name without ever being told. Ticci-Toby laughs in the walls when you try to sleep, and Hoodie and Masky seem to appear every time you think you're alone. But none of them feel like accidents. Because you weren't found. You were chosen. As the rules of the woods unravel and the line between human and something else begins to break, you're forced into a world where survival isn't about escaping anymore-it's about becoming what the forest already decided you are. And when the final choice comes, there's only one question left: What's left of you when even the darkness decides it doesn't want to let you go?

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.