Creepypastas Stories

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

Lucy grew up as an only child in strict household Ehere she was barely allowed to do anything. Even as a child, she had peculiar interests such as murders, blood and serial killers. Her mother belonged to a cult and her father was deeply religious, so she was total outsider within her own family. By the age of 13 her fascination with these dark subjects had consumed her mind, leading her to develop schizophrenia. She brutally murdered her parents while they slept.

(Y/N) is the kind of person, that, can change from happy, to sad, to angry, and so on, very, quickly, kinda like a glitch. A lot of people often see her as, cold, tough and scary. Wich is probably where she got her nickname, "Glitchy" from. She has become so introverted over time, that she doesn't even wanna be with her family. She often, would go out in the woods and hang out there. Nice and silence. She's also often just sit on the laptop, other days... Wonder if she'll learn to handle the emptions, with a little help from, a special someone...

(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?

Eyeless Jack was out for a routine harvest when he saw her: a blur of desperation breaking through the lab's heavy iron doors. She was so close to freedom-until they caught her. Through his mask, Jack watched in silent fury as the scientists dragged the bruised, broken girl back into the shadows of the facility. He couldn't get the image out of his mind. Even after his victim was cold and the hunger was satisfied, the girl's silent plea for help lingered. Jack knew he couldn't do this alone. Returning to the mansion, he delivers a chilling report to Slender Man about the horrors hidden within the lab's walls. Now, a rescue mission is underway. But as Jack pulls the "experiment" from her cage, he realizes he's found something far more than just a survivor. He's found a soul he's willing to kill-and die-to protect

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

Some chapters are sectioned off differently here than on other socials because I confused myself lowkey so just ignore that. Art style development over time! Dystopia takes place shortly after my Toby rewrite as it highlights the world and experiences he now lives through. It goes in depth with his story and shifts that happen throughout his life. It's full of my personal Headcanons and popular ones of the characters. There's little to no romance and is strictly supernatural/horror based. There's gore, violence, gun use and profanity. Dystopia holds niche characters from the Creepypasta fandom like Zalgo, Bloody Painter, Puppeteer, ect. All proxies are accounted for including Rogue. My own character Cross-X is briefly featured but is not a main character. All characters are portrayed by popular takes or by written information by their creators. Any "mischaracterization" could be written off as personal Headcanons. Overall plot: Just a year after Marble hornets, Tim hits a 17 year old boy with his car. Upon pondering if he should leave the boy, he decided to take him back to his house after finding out he was still breathing. Tim does his own research and finds out that the kid he hit was Toby Rogers and that he had just recently killed his own father and set the entire neighborhood on fire in a means to escape. Tim wasn't expecting to run into a wanted murderer, but suspects that the faceless entity he knew too well had a part in it. Toby later runs away. Two years pass, Tim almost forgot about the entire thing until he runs into Toby again at an abandoned mill just miles from his house. Toby had no memory of anything, so Tim takes him back once more this time to help him with a mission of finding an old friend he thought was still dead. The rest from there is through Toby's POV. He goes through multiple challenges trial and error before realizing his true occupation. \\All art and story is drawn by me so please don't steal, rewrite, repost without permission\\

There are places where legends refuse to die.

this is the first book of the story of a possible creepypasta

Everyone in Blackwood says the same thing. Don't take the shortcut through the woods. This is my own original story,but i want it to be treated as a real creepypasta 🥹I rlly want to bring baC the old fandom so feel free to make fanart or your own stories about her too! My TikTok is "ayanokojisbunny"

You aren't too sure of what Tim is up to. He's always gone in the middle of the night and he's being more closed off...what's his problem?

Made this for a friend!! It's a creepy pasta fanfic also I don't know how to spell so caution!!

Austin and Alexis (AKA Sam's mom) begin connecting the dots between a mysterious experiment, Nintendo of America's new A.I. assistant, paranormal occurrences, and Henry's passing.

era verão de 1999,o que era pra ser só um verão comum mais infelizmente algo aconteceu, alunos de uma turma da escola elementaria jerome horwitz misteriosamente desapareceram, e agora jorge haroldo e o resto da turma precisa achar um jeito de escapar de lá mesmo sabendo que o responsável é um dos colegas, não é a primeira vez que jorge e haroldo estiveram nessas situações mais dessa vez a esperança morreu de verdade sabendo que dessa vez não tem um salvador.

En el Hogar Santa Otilia, al final de un camino que la niebla se come a media tarde, hay cuarenta niños que no hacen ruido. No juegan, no gritan, no lloran. Aprendieron la regla antes que las letras: a los que se portan bien, no les pasa nada. Vera llega como cuidadora porque necesita el trabajo y no le hace preguntas a la suerte. Su primera noche, una nena le enseña la regla verdadera, la que no dicen los grandes: no llores. El Duskull viene de noche, escucha el llanto como quien sigue un olor, y a los que encuentra se los lleva al otro lado. Nadie vuelve. Nadie recuerda siquiera sus nombres. Vera no cree en cucos. Hasta que ve pasar el ojo rojo por debajo de la puerta. Y hasta que descubre que "el otro lado" no es ningún cielo ni ningún infierno: es algo que late en el sótano, tibio y translúcido, donde va a parar todo lo que el Duskull se lleva... y donde nada, nunca, deja de estar despierto. Una historia de horror sobre el miedo como obediencia, la memoria como prisión, y las verdades que son peores que la muerte.

So likee before I made an account on here, I thought about making a research/experience book

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"Some scars are etched in ink. Others are carved in bone." ​For twenty-three-year-old Hayes Johnson, the hum of a tattoo gun was the only thing keeping his demons at bay. Working out of a dimly lit parlor on the edge of the county, he used skin as a canvas to escape the memory of the night his father-a veteran police officer-was brutally murdered in their own home. The case went cold, but Hayes's obsession did not. ​Driven by a desperate need for justice, Hayes makes a choice that shocks everyone who knows him: he packs up his ink machines and enrolls in the police academy. He wants a badge. He wants answers. And he wants the killer. ​But as Hayes trains to protect the law, he doesn't realize he is already being watched by something far outside of it. ​Deep in the woods surrounding the academy, a twitching, goggled figure lingers in the tree line. Ticci Toby has taken an interest in the young cadet. At first, it's just a faint, rhythmic click-tick-tick echoing in the dark during night runs. Then, it's the smell of smoke and gasoline on Hayes's porch. Soon, the bodies of people connected to his father's past start turning up-mutilated, with precise, violent hatchet marks. ​Toby isn't just stalking Hayes; he is molding him. Every murder is a breadcrumb. Every twitch in the shadows is a test. ​As Hayes gets closer to uncovering the truth behind his father's death, the line between cop and criminal begins to blur. To survive the proxy's twisted game, the young artist must figure out if Toby is trying to stop him from finding the killer-or if Toby wants to turn Hayes into a monster just like him.

​When mafia princess Ellie Jones is taken on a high-security "vacation" to a secluded forest cabin by her father and his elite crew, they expect trouble from rival syndicates. They don't expect Homicidal Liu-a silent, stitched-up killer lurking just beyond the edge of the deck. To the criminal underworld, Harris Jones is an untouchable kingpin. But to Ellie, he's just her overprotective father. When tension in the city reaches a boiling point, Harris decides it's time to pull Ellie out of the crossfire. Accompanied by his most trusted, highly-armed inner circle-Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Louis-they take a long, tense road trip deep into the pine forests to a luxury cabin. ​The retreat is supposed to be a fortress. It has everything: a sprawling wrap-around deck, high-end security, and a bubbling outdoor hot tub meant to help everyone ease their nerves. With four deadly mafia soldiers guarding the perimeter, Harris is convinced his daughter is perfectly safe. ​But as night falls over the misty woods, Ellie begins to feel a cold gaze on her from the dark. ​Up on the deck, just outside the glowing steam of the hot tub, a figure is lingering in the shadows. Stitched skin, a leather coat, and eyes filled with quiet, calculating madness. Homicidal Liu isn't looking for a mafia turf war. He is only interested in Ellie-and one by one, the heavily armed guards are about to realize that mafia rules don't apply to a creepypasta legend.

To put it simply we got the creepypasta mansion in a more realistic light, partially serious representation of the creepypastas, my oc not taking the spotlight (I hope) and general vibes that'll be mixed with serious conversations. (THIS DESCRIPTION WILL BE UPDATED!!! I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING RN) I've written some fanwork in the past but it's been 4 full years and both were for personal use (Eddsworld, they're bad) Just as a heads up i have 2 things to keep in mind while reading: 1) English is NOT my first language (Italian) so I'm sorry if sometimes the wording structure doesn't make sense in the slightest- please inform me if there's anything unclear, just do it nicely <3 2) I have no story planned for this fic, so I'll make up shit as I go (sorry, writing this helped fuel my temporary creepypasta obsession)