Creepypasty Stories

The wizarding world believes Harriet Potter vanished without a trace. No one knows the truth. After years of abuse, Vernon Dursley loses his temper one final time. Horrified by what he's done, he hides Harriet's body deep within the woods, hoping the earth will keep his secret forever. But the forest is home to something far older than magic. The faceless being known only as Slender Man finds the lonely child before death can fully claim her. Rather than letting her soul fade, he offers her a place among the forgotten-the abandoned, the murdered, the monsters born from humanity's cruelty. There Harriet meets Sally Williams, another innocent child betrayed by family. Together they become sisters, learning to survive in a world where nightmares are real. Years later, Hogwarts sends letters to a girl who no longer exists. Because Harry Potter died in the woods... ...and something far more terrifying came back.

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

The academy was built for their kind, killers. But then he arrived. Quiet. Unreadable. Wrong in a way even the teachers noticed. Teachers watched him Students grew obsessed. And the academy itself seems to bend around him in ways that shouldn't be possible. Who is this new kid?

(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?

Male reader yippie! Ah yes, summer camp. The place your parents send you over the summer to prevent you from rotting in your room. It's all fun, except for the fact odd figures keep appearing in the corner of your eyes that only you seem to be able to see.

ok so...I don't want any comments of people telling me toby is "nice,sweet,kind" yes he might...heart be...but in reality he is a fucking murderer...we underestimate the creepypasta as we did for slenderman thinking he loved kids and his proxies we called them his "children" but you know in reality he is a monster, some people can even call him a demon. so what I'm saying is I would kindly ask for no hate if toby is kind of a dick in this? thank you and please enjoy...and please enjoy the nicknames~

"Jeff! Stop stealing my skirts!"- I said snapping at him-"But Im a pretty princess!"- replied back sarcastically.

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

Helen is just a loner young boy who never socializes with anyone in his class. But what if there is a new student who transfers from Japan and tries to befriend him, will Helen reject or accept him? Will there be anything more than just being friends between them? Inspired by My Sunshine by Lucifers_Gentleman and the cover created by Doievenexists

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

The whole village (Knuckles, Amy, Tails, and Sticks and the other villains) played a prank on Sonic by pretending to be the legendary Evening Reaper (a being that was said to take anyone to punish those who do harm). They wouldn't stop teasing him and scaring him with the Evening Reaper thing until one evening and that was the day things took a bad turn when the 'real' Evening Reaper showed up and took him. But nothing is as it seems.

At the High Peaks Campground, two brothers find themselves to be the victims of an infamous deranged serial killer. After they lose their parents in the attack, Lawrence tries to live with the crippling trauma, meanwhile, his brother Marshall remains missing at the campground. Lawrence eventually returns to the campground, an act which would push him fully into mania. He unknowingly follows in the footsteps of his parents' killer until he finds his brother.

ohayou ok esta es mi segundo fanfic y espero que esta ves logre avansarlo rapido esta historia sera mejor que la anterior asi que disfrutenla:D

El agua del río no solo estaba helada; se sentía como miles de agujas enterrándose en su piel, mientras escuchaba las risas de quienes la traicionaron. Pero en la profunda corriente, el miedo de Camila se transformó en una rabia ciega y abrasadora, rompiendo los vasos sanguíneos de sus ojos tiñéndolos en un color carmesí. Tras salir de el agua y cobrar venganza, el silencio de el bosque la esperaba con un nuevo destino: convertirse en Proxy del mismísimo Slenderman bajo el nombre de The Silent Cam. 🌲🖤👁️ 📌(Español e Inglés/Spanish and Inglish

You walk through a forest, scared and confused, you stumble across an odd woman. Sorry i suck at descriptions. Written in first person, The pasta for Irene Esther Henderson! (Ver 1, possible rewrites in the future)

Mumbai. 2:47 AM. The city of dreams is asleep, but the nightmares are wide awake. RJ Arjun spends his nights in a glass box-a soundproof radio booth perched 30 floors above the chaos. His only companion is the blinking console and the lonely calls of insomniacs. Tonight, a terrified woman's voice crackles through the static. "Kaun hai?" she whispers, her breath syncing with the flickering studio lights. She says a man is following her. She says he's wearing a 20-year-old uniform. But when Arjun checks his call log, the number isn't a number. It's coordinates. Coordinates that lead to the Sentinel Tower-a decommissioned phone relay that was shut down after a fire in 2006. The one where everyone inside died. Now, the same woman calls him every night. She knows his name. She knows his past. And she claims that she isn't the one trapped in 2006-he is. The signal is coming from inside the studio. #RadioJockey #MumbaiHorror #GhostTower #PsychologicalThriller #HinglishSuspense #UrbanLegend #TimeBend One frequency. Two timelines. Zero escape. Tonight, the last call isn't for the woman. It's for him. "Mat dekho..." - but Arjun has already turned around.

Not every story has a happy ending. Some don't even have an ending at all. A collection of stories about strange places, strange people, and things that should not exist. Every chapter is different. Every story has its own rules. And sometimes, the reader is part of the story. Read carefully. You might miss something.

'' i prayed that night . . . did you hear? '' neglected at home and tormented at school, adrian was a victim his entire life. one day, a prank went too far by the edge of a lake, and what emerged from the mortuary a few days later was no longer adrian, but aquarius. he isn't the boy he used to be, and he is determined to make the people who turned a blind eye to others' sufferings pay for it by drowning on dry land. '' take a deep breath . . ''

La Marquesina es un pueblo desértico, silencioso y casi olvidado, donde el polvo cubre las calles, las casas se pudren bajo el sol y el tiempo parece haberse detenido. Para el viejo que vive frente a la plaza, aquel lugar no guarda ningún secreto. Solo es su hogar: seco, solitario y condenado al abandono. Pero una tarde, cuatro adolescentes llegan desde la capital siguiendo un extraño rumor que circula en redes sociales: la leyenda de un pozo habitado por algo que puede ser invocado. Al principio, todo parece una tontería. Un juego absurdo de jóvenes curiosos buscando emociones en medio de la nada. Sin embargo, cuando cae la noche y el silencio del pueblo empieza a romperse con sonidos imposibles, La Marquesina revela que no está tan vacía como parece. Y el viejo descubrirá que algunos lugares no son abandonados por casualidad. A veces, el silencio no protege. A veces, solo oculta lo que sigue esperando.

I will be updating this over the course of time as I find out more information about myself and others. One thing I've learned in my time here has been that information never stops coming. :) If you are here to find fiction, this is not for you. If you are looking for answers, I may be able to help you. Things may not make sense, but I can try my best to help others understand what is going on around the multiverse. It's my job as a messanger, anyways...