Tuesday, March 20, 2018

when i was not my own

When I Was Not My Own

Being trapped inside your own body was the kind of horrible thing you'd hear about coma patients and those who suffered from sleep paralysis, but not really as a deliberate prison; or even such a literal one That was all my body was for some time, I can't even remember A waking, walking, talking, nightmare fueled prison with the warden being not of this world I had no voice, no power, no control, and no choice I was bound by...[Read More]

Rating: 8.0. From 38 votes.
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March 19, 2018 Creepypasta Beings & Entities


I’ve always been a creature of the city The cold, hard streets The tall, luminous sky-scrapers And the people All self-absorbed in their own little stories to be concerned with person next to them on the subway, or the person they just rammed into trying to get where they needed to go It’s where I was born It what I’m used to But sometimes You have to take a break from uniformity and treat yourself And that’s exactly what I...[Read More]

Rating: 6.2. From 91 votes.
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March 17, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
lost in the snow

Lost in the Snow (Kate’s Story)

It's 3am and I still can't sleep Actually, I haven't been able to relax at all since we got back from our camping trip My mom keeps telling me that I'm still in shock from everything that happened, but I disagree Don't get me wrong, I gag every time I think about seeing Jake's body, and the thought that Ani could have suffered the same horrible end makes me want to break down in tears But, that isn't what's keeping...[Read More]

Rating: 6.5. From 130 votes.
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March 15, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
the fog

The Fog Part: 1

So, I’ve been on the road a lot lately I feel like road trips are the perfect time to wind down and release a lot of pent up stress I myself go on road trips when my job becomes so stressful that I want to quit, when family members pass away, or to deal with the horrible images I’ve been seeing in my dreams lately Let me take a step back first My name is Michael and I work in sales...[Read More]

Rating: 8.4. From 148 votes.
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March 14, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness, Murders & Deaths
The Molendinar Burn

The Molendinar Burn

  Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jitters—not by a long shot The small flame bewitched his green eyes just below the bent spoon full of rose-gray powder This last week of panhandling had been kind to him It was likely shit quality riddled with impurities, but that...[Read More]

Rating: 8.2. From 118 votes.
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March 13, 2018 Creepypasta Beings & Entities, Murders & Deaths, Strange & Unknown
the shed

The Shed

Richard’s hands shook slightly as he returned the blood-streaked hammer to the workbench Unable to bring his eyes up to focus on his true task, he watched as a small clump of flesh slid down the side of the wooden handle, leaving a dark crimson trail in its wake Even in the dimly lit work shed, he could see a cluster of short, dark hair protruding from the tiny piece of scalp Richard tasted the sour hint of vomit at...[Read More]

Rating: 7.2. From 133 votes.
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March 12, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness
the threshold

The Threshold

My long, spindly legs silently clamber across the crumbling wall of the basement wall as I stalk my prey A few more strides, and I sink my fangs deep into the side of my helpless victim's abdomen as it uselessly struggles to free itself from my grip But I haven't always been in this hideous body; once, I too, was human That is, until I reached the nowhere town of Worshire, a desolate place surrounded on all fronts by an eerie...[Read More]

Rating: 6.2. From 91 votes.
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March 11, 2018 Creepypasta Strange & Unknown
bloodshot eyes

Bloodshot Eyes

Thomas sat in the courtroom, wringing his hands anxiously His eyes darted from the judge, to the jury, to his father He hated his father He needed to be thrown in prison It's where he belongs Where he's always belonged They called Thomas up to his place as a witness He didn't wait for anyone to speak, give him a signal, to make him swear he won't tell a lie He immediately slammed his sweaty hands down on the podium “HE IS...[Read More]

Rating: 6.2. From 164 votes.
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March 8, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
take on me

Take On Me

I open my eyes and try to move I notice that my arms are cuffed to a stainless steel wall, my legs are free I look around and notice a man lying face down on a gurney on the other side of the room His hands and feet bound by wires holding him in place Surgical tools surround him I'm not sure if he's alive or dead A beautiful blonde woman is walking around him talking to herself Mumbling I can't...[Read More]

Rating: 5.2. From 143 votes.
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March 8, 2018 Creepypasta Murders & Deaths
dying light

Dying Light

During that uncanny hour when night and day become one, shadows crawl throughout the house searching for scraps of light to feast upon The candle burning at my side casts a luminous dish upon my withered face- a feast to commemorate the splitting of this world Where once my thoughts were fixated on days yet to come, now they desperately seek solace within the bittersweet memories of a bygone yesterday How queer it is to lay upon this bed, with...[Read More]

Rating: 6.9. From 117 votes.
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March 7, 2018 Creepypasta Dreams & Madness

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