Latest Creepypasta Stories
Just Another Midnight
 âI couldnât exist in a world devoid of marvels⌠even if they frighten me to consider them.â -    Catlin R. Kiernan 12:09 a.m. Thereâs got to be something wrong with me. Seriously, ...
Writer’s Block
The furious scribblings of an aspiring writer can be heard throughout the almost vacant library. A lone entity, in a blissful state of ink to paper, processes a masterpiece. James was dying to finalize his ...
The Melancholy of Herbert Solomon
On several occasions my interest in the supernatural has taken me to some of the most prestigious seats of learning in the entire United Kingdom. From the venerable halls of Oxford and Cambridge, to the ...
Play to Win
Subject: RE: Meeting 3: Â Exercise From:Â [email protected] Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 07:31:16 +0000 To:Â [email protected] Dear Dr. Faulk, Let me start by saying thank you, Doctor. Â I know why you're getting me to do this, and ...
The Dissociative Death of Victor Alzwell
The floor was vibrating. Â The walls shook, pathetically trying to withstand the shifting below the foundations of the apartment complex. Â The television fell over, coughing up shards of glass in it's last breath. Â I cursed ...
The Christmas Tree
Staring at the tree, whiskey in hand, Pete was pleased that this year would be different from the last. It had been the strangest time of his life, but he truly felt like things were ...
The Vegas Illusion
When going to Las Vegas, ride the rides from places like New York, New York and the Stratosphere, gamble away your money in a drunken state on a few hands of poker, or take a ...
Spectrophobia
Mirrors surround us, human beings, through all our history. Even before the first mirror was invented, one could see his reflection in some body of water. Whatever happened in the world, the mirrors would reflect ...
Miracle City II: Another Perspective
This is Private Blake Aaron of the U.S. Special Forces, Iâm stationed outside the city of Los Angeles with what is left of my original squad and I am recording the events that I have ...
For the Heir
The new house was fantastic. It was an old farmhouse, and looked the part. There were barns and fields, acres and acres of field. My wife, Carrie, and I were looking for a good place ...
Don’t Go Into the Woods
Rain fell in small silver pools in the bottoms of potholes that lined the city roads, and bejeweled the apartment windows with tiny liquid beads. On her wooden desk, old turpentine-soaked rags and crusted paintbrushes ...