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Trick-Or-Treat
Trick or treating was something I always loved as a kid. It’s something that I was too old for, being twenty-five is something that easily puts a damper on childish…
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The Thief in the Yellow Robe
My training in Comparative Literature -- my miserable graduate school experience in particular -- taught me that there is much productive work to be done outside of one's own academic…
Read NowThe Stalker
Part 1 Transferring to a new school in the middle of the semester really sucks. First off, it’s a logistical nightmare jumping into the thick of seven new classes and…
Read NowThe Lord of the Scarecrows
In this place, where tales of terror draw forth the most loathsome of emotions, stop for a moment, dear seeker, and reflect. Is there someone that you really and truly…
Read NowWhat’s in the Woods
I’m a sleepwalker. I’ve woken up on the floor, in the hedges outside, and half-hanging out of the refrigerator with orange juice spilled down the front of my shirt –…
Read NowThe Woman in Red
I’m writing this down on my psychiatrist’s advice. She wants me to write as if I’m telling my story to a friend. Perhaps she’s right—maybe I do just need to…
Read NowChild of God
August 1st marks the tenth anniversary of the day the hunters came, though none of my family celebrates this anniversary. I'm only telling this story because I owe it to…
Read NowInvoking Aziuth
I lifted my eyes for only a moment. His form was unspeakable. An insidious darkness, a void opened to reality. My body lost all its strength, I fell to the…
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The Brimstone Conspiracy
“Through me you go into a city of weeping; Through me you go into eternal pain; Through me you go amongst the lost people.” - Dante’s Inferno “Okay, you’re not…
Read NowNever Answer the Door at Night
My father grew up on an Indian reservation in South Dakota. It is a place with few trees and even fewer people, and there has been little development since the…
Read NowThe Inventor
“The Inventor” “Thank you kindly, sir,” I said, handing the coachman a dull silver shilling. “No need to wait for me.” I stepped out onto a cobblestone terrace amidst a…
Read NowThe Tourist
I'd never flown before. It was kind of peaceful, staring out of the little oval window to my right. It was the perfect time to think. I thought about the…
Read NowWho’s That?
My basement has never exactly been a welcoming place. It’s unfurnished; there’s no carpet and the walls consist of boring, exposed bricks. There’s a set of old wooden stairs on…
Read NowNecromaster
(This is a conclusion to the previous two pastas, "Necropotence," and "War of the Dead." I was a mod for the old creepypasta forum, and this is the first submission…
Read NowSeasonal Layout + Our Halloween Giveaway!
NEW HALLOWEEN THEME First, the obvious. Yes, we have a new layout going for Halloween! Consider it Creepypasta.com's Halloween costume, if you will. I hope that everyone enjoys the look…
Read NowThe Statue
He was an exceedingly average man. He had sometimes done good deeds and had sometimes done bad deeds. He had built up bad habits and good habits, neither outweighing the…
Read NowThe Periphery People
“Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there,” the man at the bar said to me, nursing a fresh two-fingers’ worth of Ketel vodka in a tumbler…
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