histórias de Crepypastas

"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.

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.

(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?

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

Just some simple research notes about Mr. Faceless. [WARNING: ONLY THOSE WHO ARE TRULY TRAPPED WITHIN HIS GRASP ARE THE ONLY ONES PERMITTED TO READ. I AM NOT LIABLE IF ANYTHING HAPPENS OR IF YOU START HAVING NIGHTMARES OR SEE HIM IN REAL LIFE. REMEMBER: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

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

BOOK TWO {male reader} 'My chair screeched back across the tile as I stood so fast it tipped. Before he could blink, I crossed the room and drove my fist straight into his face. The crack was satisfying as hell, the kind of sound that says you had that coming.'

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.

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

*Cada semana, una historia diferente. Cada historia, un miedo distinto.* HORRORES NOCTURNOS es una antología de relatos de terror donde ningún cuento se parece al anterior: lo sobrenatural que acecha en lo cotidiano, el folk que guarda lo que los ancestros no quisieron nombrar, el horror cósmico que reduce al ser humano a polvo, el gore que no pide disculpas. Lo que tienen en común es lo que les da nombre: la noche. Y lo que dejan al terminar. Un relato nuevo cada semana. Entra cuando quieras. Sal cuando puedas. - El horror comienza una vez que abres los ojos -

Updates every Tuesday night/Wednesday (depends on timezone) ~~~ Your neighbor was moving, so they were having a garage sale to get rid of old stuff. Of course, you went to go see if there was anything cool. But what you got might be a bit more than what you paid for... Highest Rank History #1 in Pokepasta #1 in CreepypastaXReader

Four months. Four months since Y/N L/N disappeared into the woods. Four months since the search was called off. Four months since the world moved on. His family grieved. His friends were left with questions. Life continued without him. But Y/N is still alive. Hidden deep within the woods, Y/N has spent the past four months adjusting to a life he never thought possible. A life among proxies, killers, and legends whispered about in the dark. Now, as the son of Slenderman, Y/N must step into a new role and learn what it truly means to be a proxy. Yet while Y/N embraces his new life, the world he left behind refuses to completely forget him. Some bonds aren't so easily broken. And some stories don't end when a person goes missing. They only begin.

In No Returns, death is only the beginning. This collection of horror stories follows ordinary people thrown into extraordinary nightmares. Where monsters hunt, bodies break, and humanity twists into something unrecognizable. Each chapter is its own descent into fear, gore, and the supernatural. No one walks away unchanged. Most don't walk away at all.

Every night at 2:13 A.M., Emily Carter's phone erupts with an Emergency Alert unlike anything she's ever seen. There are no weather warnings, no evacuation orders, and no explanation. Only a chilling message that claims the alert has been issued only to her. Each notification contains a list of precise instructions tied to exact times throughout the night, and when every impossible event unfolds exactly as predicted, Emily is forced to follow the alerts if she wants to make it until sunrise. By morning, the notifications have vanished without a trace, leaving behind no proof they ever existed. As the nights pass, the alerts become longer, repeating every previous instruction while adding another impossible event to survive. Exhaustion begins to consume her, the line between reality and paranoia starts to blur, and every attempt to prove the alerts are real only convinces everyone around her that she's unraveling. If the messages are trying to save her, they never explain what they're saving her from... and with each passing night, Emily can't shake the feeling that the most terrifying instruction hasn't arrived yet.

I wake up in a dusty room. Winning this sick game is the only way out. Better listen close......

My own log for everything spooky related!!! DISCLAIMER: Feel free to interpret this however you wish, but keep in mind that none of this is SOLID FACT. If you want to believe all of this, be my guest. Just don't do anything crazy with this knowledge. This was all for fun, experience, and the pursuit of creepypasta knowledge for me!! stay safe :P

I'm going to be giving you ALL the creepy pasta lore because I can. I'm basically just copying from the wiki and adding it in here so yuh. I do take requests for creepy pastas to do. None of these characters and art are mine.

(POSTING ALMOST DAILY) A collection of dark short stories by Sterling. I am currently writing my first fantasy novel and wanted to try writing some short stories in a completely different genre. I've never written any shorts before so I hope you enjoy!

꒰ ≡ ︶︶ † ︶︶ ≡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ❝𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.❞ You were a normal girl who was living the normal life until tragedy struck. Your family had sent you and your older brother to a small town where your grandma lived though unfortunately for you, your parents haven't read the news before sending their children to that very town. The small town resided in Massachusetts, where killing sprees were occurring at the moment. Neither of you knew this, that was until you realized the 𝐚𝐛𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥. Sadly your life was now in danger because of this new discovery, it's just as they say "Curiosity killed the cat." Yet you weren't completely doomed. There was a ray of hope, that said hope was a bunch of killers who had kidnapped you for "recruiting". What? ꒰ ≡ ︶︶ † ︶︶ ≡ ꒱ none of these characters belong to me nor the cover.

Lost. (Also, if the first chapter is there twice, that is a glitch and it's literally the exact same thing)