Latest Creepypasta Stories
A Speaker Of The Trees
Martin pressed the record button on the handheld unit and held it close to his mouth as he ducked under the rope the patrol officers had strung between the trees. "October fourteenth, 1972," he said ...
5 Most Haunted Places in Europe for a Spooky Vacation
If you want to make yourself a vacation full of mystery, eeriness, and ghostly challenges, consider taking a trip to the hidden trails of Europe. A continent where various cultures and lands full of rich ...
My Lady Kudzu
The chirping of a blue bird woke Robert out of his blank eyed stare. His eyes refocused, as his old hands went to rub them back into reality. Their disappointed scowl still staring bluntly ahead ...
The Long Porch
My aunt left me her place on Hensel Lake when she died last September. I had visited once as a boy and remembered almost nothing about it, so I drove up alone on a Friday ...
5 Haunted Places in Russia that are full of Ghostly Horror
The history of Russia is full of mystery, tragedy, and stories that still remain unexplained. Beyond its cold climate and famous landmarks, you will find plenty of sights that have an enriching background and are ...
Unhallowed
The dying rays of evening bleed across the horizon, leaving behind fleeting kisses as the sun departs until the morrow. In its absence, a vast congregation of trees gathers around us, casting long shadows in ...
Followers of the Flaming Hand
The camera didn’t look like something that should still work. Didn’t feel right from the start. When my sister handed me that box on my birthday, I could tell it’d be a pile of garbage ...
A Scholar Of The Arcane
The ad appeared between a promoted post for a meal kit service and a video of someone's cat, unremarkable enough that Freya almost scrolled past it. Paid Research Study, it read. One Week. Two Thousand ...
Looking to Kill a Dog
The day was edging toward dusk, the sun casting long shadows across the backyard. I remember the cicadas' hum filling the air, marking the middle of summer, a relentless reminder of what should have been ...
Medusa Fog
I stepped out into the quad, salted caramel latte in hand to savour the brief moment of peace between my lectures. The air smelled faintly of salt and seaweed that drifted in from the bay ...
The Language that spreads
Entry 1: Phonemes There is something peculiar about Phillip, one of my 9th graders. He used to be exceptional at English. I am an English as a foreign language teacher in Germany and I taught ...
