Latest Creepypasta Stories
Windows and Notes
I can’t even begin to explain on how glad I am to be moving from the country; however I cannot say the same for Jay. We were both 13 and we considered ourselves explorers, but ...
The Scariest “Story” Ever
Transcript taken from a video found under the link: SCARIEST “STORY” EVER The video feed turns on in night vision mode. A teen girl, pale in the greenish light, stands in front of a leathery ...
Lullaby Rock: A Candle Cove Memoir
Just a little, in the right kind of way, kids enjoy being scared. They don't find loud and horrific things fun, but if something gives off a vibe of the perfect proportion of creepiness, it ...
By Popular Demand: New Mobile Theme!
IMPORTANT NOTE: Yes, I'm aware that some users have issues with not being able to swap between mobile and desktop themes. There are a few reasons that this can happen, so please try these steps ...
Views of a Murder
It is so dark in here, so dreadfully dark. I have come to hate this darkness for it comes much too frequently. My body is still, as if numbed. The motion I can sense, as ...
I Can See…
I can see them. I could always see them. I don't think they have yet noticed me, noticing them. They are everywhere. They follow us at work. They sit with us on the city bus ...
The Support Group for Serial Killers and Psychopaths
Dear Person of Interest, You most likely do not know me, but I on the other hand, know you too well. It has come to my understanding that you are of a very dangerous type ...
Listen To The Clock
If you want to lose your grasp on reality, and destroy your complete sanity, just listen to the clock. But this will not be easy let me tell you right now. This is not something ...
We All Die In the End
I watched, unable to muster the courage to jump in after her, as my sister fell down the cliff edge. My voice was hoarse from shouting her name and I saw that her body was ...
A Lack of Empathy
I wasn't like other children growing up. I didn't like talking to those smelly things in Kindergarten and I never participated in their silly games. But I had my own games to play and oh! ...
Glass Gallery
Last week, when I was working my shift at the local museum, something happened to me. Something that can only be described as an unspeakable horror. I will try and recount it to the best ...