Crepypastas Stories

[EYELESS JACK, 111K] "Why didn't you say anything if you already knew who I was?" "I didn't know. Not then." "So your first instinct as a functioning college student, when you get attacked in your own bedroom by a masked cannibal...is to look them up and see if they're some viral internet story." "No, my first instinct was to beat the shit out of you." - Sawyer Rafael has had her entire life dealt to her in absolutes: she is disadvantaged in more ways than one. She will be cheated and pushed around by the people above her. She will make it out bruised, but alive. And she will be a doctor. But things start twisting, folding over, and layering in more ways than she could imagine on the first truly interesting night of her 20s; the night somebody makes an attempt on her life, allegedly for his own survival. For once, she isn't handed a dictating statement about her future, but a question. "Will you help me?"

There's a new killer in town, but no one knows who it is. No one would suspect the only survivor from the burned orphanage. He's quiet, good looking, skilled but most of all he is a she! XD I suck at descriptions!

You are a secret killer for a few years, nobody can ever track you. You gain powers are from music Example: you hear the song unravel from Tokyo Ghoul, you became a ghoul what if the creepypasta's find out about you? This is a reader insert. YOU are the main character Creepypasta x reader THIS IS VERY OLD!

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

!!Ongoing (Daily Updates)!! (Contains trigger warnings!) Y/N Smith, a troubled high school teen, is forced to move schools after getting herself kicked out. After moving schools, she encounters the Woods brothers, Liu and Jeffrey, the richest kids at Forrest Lake High School. She befriends Liu, a brown-haired boy who's a grade older and the popular one of the two. Jeffrey, the bullied emo kid, begins catching Y/N's eyes, and she begins pitying him when she runs into him being bullied after class. After seeing him get beat up the day before Winter Break, she stands up to the bullies, and begins to befriend Jeffrey. Liu begins to stray away from her and eventually, after not seeing much of Liu, he disappears, along with their parents. Then does Jeffrey. After a few years, Y/N moves past her friendships with Liu and Jeffrey, and graduates high school, about to begin college. People start randomly disappearing and while driving back to her hometown, she runs into someone unexpected after her car breaks down in the middle of the night. And she's resorted to walking until she finds signs of human life. She meets the eyes of the person slowly walking towards her. "J-Jeffrey..?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #2 in Jeffxreader on Wattpad

Masky finds a hurt feral guy will he kill him or help him and hold him and love him fluff no sex sweet a small part of the story mentions rape

(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?

Why did your mom leave you out here? Who knows. You knew you disliked one another, but damn. But what seemed to be the worst thing to happen in your life, suddenly becomes the best, all because of the love of a killer. Highest ranking: #24 in jeff the killer!

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

Wanna be a child of a male Creepypasta? Here's your chance! Cover by me!

highest rank - #1!! in creepypasta, #40 in fanfiction Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drugs in his room all day. Nobody wants Brooklynn. The only friends she has are her dollies. They listen to her. They help her through this very tough time. But, they can only do so much. Brooklynn had imaginary friends. The only issue with this is... They weren't imaginary.

(A collection of oneshots with various EXEs!) Death, torture, agony. You already know the story. The story of one entity born from the VOID, collecting souls to torture in its game for eternity. To fulfill its own sadistic desires. With thousands of other universes having the same story. Housing an entity that hurts others. Whether it be in the form of Sonic, or something else. But, not all of these entities (or oddities) are evil. Some want peace, some want to be left alone. And some want something entirely else. To love.

Just an ordinary girl that accidentally joins a group chat full of serial killers. What could go wrong? Warning! There will be cussing and all sorts of chaos throughout this! Read at your own risk. Sorry if its a little bit cringy in the beginning. This is the first book I've ever wrote. Ranks: #1 Creepypasta #1 Creepypastaxreader #1 textbook #1 chatroom Thank you guys for the support ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Y/n - your name L/n - last name F/n - full name H/c - hair colour E/c - eye colour ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't own any of the characters. If you have a request: •Message me And I'll get back to you as soon as I can ☺️💙🌸

"There's a thin line between love and hate", that's stupid. If you hate him, you just hate him. Who's the asshole that made that up? -Masky thought. The relationship Masky and Toby had was complicated... and weird. They were not friends, not a couple, they didn't even get along, but they love each other. They had a strange way to show their love, but they did love each other that's for sure. "Friends dont kiss", who cares, however they were not friends. They were just kisses from one proxy to another proxy.

This is going to be a book about different creepypasta's and you their child. So I hope you enjoy my content!!!!! ;-) P.S I do not own any of these character other than my oc neither do I own any art or photos

Este documento reúne información detallada, casos reportados, simbología oculta y análisis psicológico relacionado con diversas entidades del folclore digital conocido como Creepypasta. La investigación combina patrones recurrentes, archivos reconstruidos, fenómenos anómalos y referencias cruzadas entre relatos, series ARG y material perdido en la red profunda. Su propósito es examinar cada elemento desde una perspectiva casi forense: origen, comportamiento, manifestaciones, vínculos con humanos y posibles riesgos asociados. Aquí no se trata de historias sueltas, sino de un mapa completo de conexiones, influencias y mecanismos que operan detrás de estas entidades. Este informe no busca asustar. Busca entender. Explora cómo surgen, cómo interactúan, qué señales dejan y qué efecto tienen en la percepción humana. Es una recopilación dirigida a investigadores, observadores y a cualquiera que haya notado que "algo no encaja" en ciertos relatos o experiencias. Si decidís leerlo, hacelo con criterio. La información que contiene puede cambiar la forma en que ves el vacío, el silencio... o aquello que aparece entre las sombras. Shadow y jersey

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

"Un dia normal como cualquier otro, me propuse a buscar mods de Sprunki que sean poco conocidos pero interesantes, lo que no sabia es que eso solo seria el inicio de una pesadilla de la cual no podia despertar, se que no soy el unico que ha vivido esto, así que he decidido compartirlo con ustedes, usuarios de internet." -Der Protagonist. Esta es de las primeras creepypastas que hago así que seguramente sea tremenda basura xd al principio no sabia si hacerla de Sprunki, Bob Esponja, u otra cosa que me olvide ahora mismo, pero al final decidí hacerla de Sprunki porque me parecio interesante la dinamica de Wenda y Gray en un mod maldito de Sprunki, honestamente creo que hubiera sido mejor idea hacerla con personajes originales mios + su universo propio porque siento que hacerla de Sprunki me limita mucho, especialmente en lo que seria el universo de Sprunki y su lore, hare una parte dos? hare la versión de Bob Esponja? o hare un remake con mis personajes originales, mejorando todo de la creepypasta actual? la respuesta es: no lo se.

In this beautiful colorful world.. we merely keep asking why we are alive and living? Kerrin Drew is a 16 years old girl who's having a tough time living all alone by herself. Away from her busy father, with no single friend she can spend with, introvert and loner she became. Her daily life became a cold boring routine she got used to, the nights can't be any colder than they are. Skipping school and avoiding bullies, she keeps her self distance inside her room where she finds peace and pleasure the moment she touches her ink pen. It is then where she feels the most happy girl in the world when she starts sketching cartoons. Her great talent made her look forward to live another day as she spends it with her precious art. Until one day.... an old acquaintance called her. ------------------ The lame cover page is my art yeah >_< ----------- I do not own the characters and the game and all the rights go to the creator TheMeatly. I support the creator and would like for all the fans to support him as well! On his Patreon page!