Latest Creepypasta Stories
Tales From Port-land
I found something I shouldnât have, or maybe I should, I donât know. I was helping my parents move out of their old house and into mine. Their house was about ten miles from the ...
An Unexpected Magi
âDonde Esta Santa Clausâ was blaring on the radio as Gary crossed over state lines into...somewhere. He lost track of where he was hours ago. Somewhere... midwesty. He was driving back East for Christmas. Too ...
Colwin’s Corner
I usually like to watch TV with my little sister, Kimberly. She was only five, so of course, she watched all the cutesy kids' shows. I didnât really mind, though. They made her happy and ...
If Youâre Armed and at the Glenmont Metro, Please Shoot Me
If youâre armed and at the Glenmont metro, please shoot me. Make it a headshot. Shoot me in the temple, aiming slightly downwards. I need the bullet to travel the shortest possible distance through my ...
Salt in the Dark River
The house sat empty at the top of the hill. Its security lights were a beacon in the night, like a lighthouse alone in the mist, warning ships away from the kiss of sharp shores ...
Home Alone
Writing never had been of any interest to Patric. Throughout his life, it was his older brother, Sean, who had been the creative and artistic one, while Patric quietly had assumed the role of the ...
The Starry Crown
I left the university campus behind to do fieldwork in the Deep South. I was studying folk songs from southern states that had neither a time or place of origin nor a known composer. Those ...
A Germaphobe’s First Love
Erica hated the lack of hygiene. Erica absolutely despised unhygienic people. Just thinking about the slightest chance of her physically touching a âdirtyâ person chilled her spine. She refused to drink from another personâs cup ...
Her Silence
He turns the steering wheel in different directions, taking different roads when he needs to. He needs to go through the woods to get to his destination. Heâs confused, but not about that. What confuses ...
World’s Best School Psychologist
When I was twelve, I came to the conclusion that everyone in the world, including my own family, was against me. I was never a problem child, but my parents sure treated me like one ...
Jesus Camp
I was raised Evangelical. Miraculous healing, speaking in tongues, Godâs voice speaking through people, Jesus Camps, and Christian School. Yep. Christian School. My. Whole. Life. These were all realities to me- and my faith never ...