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?

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.

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

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

This will have documented encounters with the creepypastas, and this is ur choice to read, so its not my fault if/when something happens to you!! This will kinda be like an online journal just in case I lose mine. Good luck in this rabbit hole... -AL3X

Y/N has never truly lived in the waking world. Born with the ability to walk through the dreams of others, she spends her nights wandering through strangers' fears, desires, and hidden memories. Reality feels thin, distant - like a place she's only visiting. Emotions are puzzles she cannot solve. Sadness, anger, love - she watches them in others, but cannot touch them herself. Her closest connection is Liu, a soft-spoken classmate who always seems to watch her too closely, who answers her absent-minded questions about what it means to feel. Y/N doesn't know his secret - that beneath his gentle smile lies the fractured, dangerous soul of Homicidal Liu. But her quiet, drifting existence begins to unravel the night she buys a worn, unlabeled cartridge at a flea market. It loads Majora's Mask, but the game isn't right. There's no music. No title screen. Only Link's empty eyes, staring back at her - and the name: BEN. Soon, the game begins to speak to her. To follow her. BEN's presence creeps into her devices, her room, her borrowed dreams. But instead of terror, BEN finds fascination. Y/N is unlike anyone he's ever haunted - untethered, unreadable, unreachable. Start: 01/10/2025 End: 06/07/2026

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

Continuation of my Random Stuff story There will be more randomness from me, lol And also more fanarts and stuff (Not all arts are mine) (Cover of the book is not mine)

(Ps idk when imma be posting lol🤑)Imma have art for random fandoms so yeah hope u like it :D Taking requests I need art ideas

#creepypasta the television says strange things...

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an new creepypasta story in 2026???!! HIII IM SO HAPPY I FINALLY MADE THIS I THOUGHT OF THIS MANY MANY YEARS I was actually going to make this in 2020 but was scared too

Addiction is a horrible disease. What if the cure was worse than the addiction? New Dawn Recovery Center boasts a 100% success rate. No cravings. No relapses. Just perfect recovery. Desperate to save their relationship, Alex checks in while his wife Mia watches with hopeful tears. But the graduates aren't healed-they're changed. Empty smiles. Hollow eyes. Run by the sinister Voss couple, the center is a prototype for a shadow government's plan to control the population through neural reprogramming. When Alex discovers the horrifying truth, he becomes a target.

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

In the far reaches of space, mysterious abandoned solar mining vessels are littered throughout the Labyrinth Cluster. Let's follow the journey into one of these derelict ships, with a Photon Aerospace Force engineer, also known as Daniel Pecman. He finds an man that seemed to have gone "crazy", he is with some Cosmic Beings and Horrors that he isn't mentally prepared for. Note: This is inspired by TerminalMontage's take on Pac-Man and Lovecraftian Horror. This also my first Creepypasta so don't be hard on me.

{Featuring Masky / Tim} She thought heartbreak would be the end of her story. Instead, it became the beginning. After losing the only person she believed she could ever love, she embraced the life of a proxy without looking back. Blood replaced tears, and revenge replaced hope. She no longer believed in love-only survival. Then she met someone who understood the monster she'd become. A fellow proxy slowly finds himself drawn to the girl everyone else fears. As the two grow closer, the line between loyalty, obsession, and love begins to blur. But when your hands are already stained with blood, can love still exist... or is it just another way to destroy someone? In a world where monsters wear human faces, the deadliest thing they might discover isn't revenge. It's each other.