Latest Creepypasta Stories
I Took A Job in Northwest Vermont: Entry One: The Witch’s Children
I took a digital archiving job with the van der Voort Estate Historical Society. It’s an old manor home dating back to the 1800s on a soft cliff overlooking Precipice Bay in upstate Vermont. I’m ...
A Disciple Of The Messiah
I will pour out my spirit on all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. I have read Joel 2:28 maybe ...
The Unhinged
Read Part One here THERE ONCE WAS A PREACHERALL SKIN AND BONESNO ONE KNEW HIS FIRST NAMEHIS LAST ONE WAS JONES This clusterfuck all started on Halloween. At an emergency Town Hall meeting, we’d all ...
You’re My Baby
Lakeshia was not sure of the time; she did know that it was very late, and dark according to the window. Rain came in a steady drizzle outside. Droplets which reflected orange colored light pelted ...
Syntax Glyphs
Peri had been doodling to pass the time, it took hours for the elevator to descend into the facility. A bat, some circles, some lines, numbers, squiggles. She made "rollercoasters", as she called them, which ...
A Traveler’s Guide to the Haunted History of Las Vegas
When people think of a place where they can fully enjoy themselves, Las Vegas is one of the first things that comes up. This city is usually associated with fun, fulfillment, festivals, parties, and all ...
The Mother of the Mojave
The sun was a jagged, bleeding wound on the horizon as Miles and Sarah pushed through the Mojave. Their old Jeep Wrangler rumbled with a comforting rhythm, the air conditioner fighting a losing battle against ...
The Cave of still machines
I don’t remember why I went into the forest. There was no clear starting point. No moment when I stepped off a path or made a choice. It was just where I found myself. Trees ...
A Call For Help
Unsealed file from the Esther Police Department. Case File # 10-0251. On May 31, 2010, Esther Police department and the Bard County Sheriff’s Department received a weak 911 call from twenty-three year old Scottie Jones, ...
Confessions of The Crawler
Now I’m gonna start this saying I’m not the smartest man in the world. I never did well in school, always getting in trouble of one sort or another. I barely graduated and that was ...
I Drive a Taxi Between the Realms: Entry One: Dering Wood
‘I need a cab, at Lexington square, Richmond, Virginia,’ the text reads. "Where are you headed?" The reply doesn't come right away. This is nothing new–not in my job. Sometimes, my fares are not so ...
