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Latest Creepypasta Stories
The Hand of God
Drip. Drip drip drip. That’s all I can make out, the slow dribble of some far away liquid hitting the floor. The sound around me is muffled, like wax has been stuffed deep within the ...
The Origins of Smile Dog & Why the Internet Still Won’t Let It Die
You don’t need to be a big Creepypasta fan to recognize Smile Dog. You’ve probably seen the image before you even knew its name: a husky that stares directly at the camera with an unnaturally ...
I’m Terrifed of My Guardian Angel; He Won’t Let Me Die
I’m pretty sure my guardian angel is using me. I don’t know how, or more importantly why, but every time they save my life, someone else gets hurt. Growing up, whenever I would ask my ...
Grow The Sacrifices
Arknemul descended the last of the switchback stairs and stepped out onto the mud flats that surrounded the pits of depravity, and the smell reached him before the sound did. The smell was old copper ...
I am the new head barber of “The Seven Scissors.” Please don’t come to our shop.
My name is Jamal, and this is my dying declaration. Or maybe it isn't. I'm not really sure, to be honest. I'm not sure if what's coming for me is worse than dying, or better, ...
The Taste of Lobster
I heard the crowd murmur. Men stood outside, drinking coffee, smoking, laughing, reminiscing. Inside woman fawned over fresh babies and children, gossiped and ate lemon cake. It was as if no one had died. They ...
11 Woodlock Drive
Kevin stared at his new house on woodlock drive. It was a one floor plus finished basement house. It was nothing to sneeze at but for a bachelor like himself it was perfect. Not to ...
The Crimson Collector
The rhythmic creak-crunch of the rusted swing set was the only soundtrack to Mia’s childhood. At nine years old, Mia was a ghost in her own schoolyard. While other children clustered in screaming groups, Mia ...
Blood Moon: Law of the Cupbearer
Read Part One here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-bound-in-blood-and-magic/ Read Part Two here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-law-of-the-fish/ AS THE WATER WITCH HAD DECREED, a plague soon struck Milham’s Ford. One borne by the river, as she’d foretold before drowning in it, but ...
I Drive a Taxi Between the Realms. Entry Two: Tartarus
Entry one:https://www.creepypasta.com/i-drive-a-taxi-between-the-realms-entry-one-dering-wood/ Slow day. I love a slow day. Yeah, time can certainly drag when I'm just driving around waiting for something to happen–someone to summon a ride. But I can't remember the last time ...
The Garden Below
I knew I was going to hate it the moment I walked through that door. The cramped entrance hall was already thick with the musty smell of old carpet. I kicked off my boots and ...
As Humanely as Possible
The first stages of the trials were carried out covertly in ethics classes, debate forums, and social media accounts across the eastern half of the United States. The director and head of the trials, Doctor ...
The Pale Harlequin
The rain from the previous night had cleared up, leaving a damp, heavy silence over the suburbs. In a different house, miles away from the tragedy that had struck Elena’s friends, four new girls—Martha, Naomi, ...
Jun 12 2026 I Took A Job In Northwestern Vermont: Entry Four: UFOs and Other Mysterious Accounts
Let’s take a step back from the quasi-cosmic ramifications of the Great Mouser. Let’s talk about UFOs today. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that Darabont County is the Bridgewater Triangle of Vermont ...
The Police Stopped Writing the Moment I Said “Aldermore”
"Emotionally scarred creatures. They have a way of helping each other heal." I looked at Dr. Mollah, waiting for him to finish talking. “That’s why you should get a pet from the shelter. And trust ...
