Creepypasta Stories Sorted by Author
Something Comes Into My Room Every Night
When I was seven years old, my mother and I moved to a small town in Massachusetts. It was a rough time for me as my father had just up and left a few weeks before ...
The New Guard at San Quentin Prison Isn’t Human
My eyes opened quickly as I heard the whisper. “Wanna see something, Charlie?” It happened last night. The newest prison guard on the block opened my cell, smiled, and informed me I was to gather my ...