Latest Creepypasta Stories
The Burden of Time
It’s the 21st December. I know this because Emmanuel teaches me to read the sky. That’s how the ancient civilisations navigated the globe, even before the days of maps they had the sky. Seven years ...
The In-Dream Hotline
The business card left in my mailbox was unassuming. A simple white font affixed to a black background. But its claim was bold: There is now an in-dream hotline you can call to escape nightmares! ...
Formication
I never remember feeling sick. Just a sudden headache, and my dog barking as I collapsed to the ground. The world had vanished beneath my feet, and my consciousness was trapped in darkness, disconnected from ...
Secret Archive
I don't work for NASA. I'm a lowly office tech at a company affiliated with NASA. We store data off-site mostly concerning their many, secret unmanned missions to the moon, including the countless ones that ...
Living Life Backwards
Tomorrow is the day my wife dies. It won't be an expected death, nor is it one that she deserves. What will happen, is a simple, random act with no meaning beyond fate's command. We'll ...
Your Memories Don’t Die With You
I was in a room. It looked like the ground floor of an office building. There was a desk with a receptionist, tapping away at a keyboard, and stairs leading up to the next floor ...
The World’s Quietest Room
As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt a wave of dullness wash over my fractured mind. I couldn't move, much less remember what had happened before I passed out. My eyes burned as I opened ...
Enjoy Your Stay at the Covenwood Inn
Business trips are dreadfully boring, especially in my line of work. The only good thing about them? Hotels. The tedium of day-to-day dealings bookended with clean towels and a mint on my pillow. If I ...
Dark Web Treasure Hunt
For my birthday, I decided to treat myself to a Dark Web mystery box gift. It was a service I'd used several times before, and they had never disappointed, sending heaps of useless, but funny ...
A Game of Cruelty
A changing world, a dangerous time, for anyone could see this transition. To call it Change is an insult to typical generations and eras. It was a time of revolution, power and new forms of ...
The Rental
I stood still for a moment, awestruck. The pictures didn't do it justice. It was a large but quaint home located on a secluded island near Cape Cod. A small piece of land void of ...