The newest stories added to Creepypasta.com.
Lazy Saturday Night
Here I lay, all snuggled up in bed, warm and satisfied under the soft silk covers, watching some stupid documentary on TV I’d never heard of. I’d turn it over,…
Read NowSleepy Trove
‘SLEEPY TROVE.’ How well do you trust the exits and turnoffs that dot your local interstate highway? I tell this story to make you reconsider taking such detours. While driving…
Read Now
The Birds Are Singing
I don't like telling this story and most people don't believe it when I do. It brings back too many painful memories, memories that I've been running away from since…
Read NowHangar Man
I'm sure many of you won't believe what I'm about to document, but in all honesty, I don't really care what you think of me or what I am about…
Read NowShock Factor
Creepypasta has never been a shock site. It says this in the rules, under the FAQ, word for word. Submissions are supposed to be creepy stories to spread around the…
Read NowFather Figure
My father’s footsteps ringing distant from the hall was my lullaby when I was younger. In the dead of night, when my back was turned to the door, I would…
Read NowThe Final Fate of Mary Ford
I haunted them and they never knew it. Mama, Papa, and my little brother Jacob; they always looked right through me, for two years never detecting even the slightest sign…
Read NowWhat Waits in the Woods
As a child, I was always fascinated with the woods. While the beautiful pines scattered the land, captivating me with their size and showing me a picture of strength and…
Read NowThe Passenger
“So….” The voice paused. “What exactly happened here?” The rain had been beating down all day long. It was late by now and the weather reports had said that there…
Read NowI Picked Him Up in the Woods
As I stride through the woods near my home, I feel a weird sensation, one of being watched. The path in front of me begins to narrow, and the feeling…
Read NowResurrection
The chill of the night air was bitingly cold against the exposed skin of my face. A graveyard is never really a pleasant place to be, but it's an especially…
Read NowA Moment of Horror
The following is a description of one exact point in time. It is exactly 1:04:23.215 A.M. On the second story of a quaint little home in suburbia is a hallway.…
Read NowMonster Painter
My name is Ingrid Ramirez, and today on this frozen, storming January day, I was standing before the coffin that contained my son, Alfie Ramirez. The coffin had a wooden,…
Read NowWritten in the Stars
"Cheryl! That's great news. I didn't even know you were psychic!" exclaimed Marian, her face alight with excitement. "I'm not psychic, Marian." “Oh, of course not. That was silly of…
Read NowAugust Creepypasta Book Club: The Gift of Fear
It's been awhile since we did a book club post, huh? I had originally intended to post this in July instead of the Discussion Post; however, so much crap was…
Read NowThree Friends Diner
To: Jeremy Fuentes, Ph.D Professor of Cultural Anthropology University of California, Berkeley Jeremy – I assume you have heard about the strange discovery made at 918 E. 3rd Street -…
Read Now#AllThatWeAre
First it was the gays. Then the Muslims. Then the terrorists. Then the gay terrorist Muslims. I don’t know. It’s hard to keep track of who you’re meant to be…
Read NowToo Bright
My older brother is a cop. Naturally, he has a protective instinct over me, his little, only, sister. The cop factor does not help. I was always babied by my…
Read NowThe Uninvited Guest
Paolo fed me one last strawberry from the painted clay bowl. He let the juice drip down my chin and then kissed away every last trace. For a moment I…
Read Now