Creepypasta Stories Sorted by Author

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 more ...
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The Face of Fear
Twice I saw the face in the window, pressed up against the surface, its icy breath fogging the cold glass. At first it appeared strange to me, the skin beneath its eyes drooping in ripples of ...
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Forgotten Valentine
I had managed to keep a healthy scepticism of ghosts, ghouls and all things supernatural until I was 28. I found most claims of such things to be dubious at best, and harmful at worst. I ...
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A Christmas Feast
He first suspected that they were going to eat him when he noticed the distinct lack of Yuletide smells. It wasn't perhaps a conscious thought, at least not one which had been fully realised, but there ...
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Mr. Leaves
âMr Leaves was hereâ - those were the first words out of my daughterâs mouth that morning. I dismissed the chatter as normal for a seven year old girl. It didnât seem strange to me that ...
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The Passenger
Several months ago a friend of mine alerted me to a puzzling incident on an inner-city bus. Being a bus driver himself, he had heard many of the usual generic stories that would be exchanged around ...
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The Advent Calendar
It was the Christmas of 1965, before man had landed on the moon, before the wall had fallen, before many things good and bad. For me it was the last time that I knew innocence, before ...
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One For the Road
I woke to my friend, Tom, climbing through my window. It was a summerâs night, around 2AM, and the heat had been unbearable for days. For that reason I had left my window open slightly to ...
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The Sealed Building
When I was a child, the school which I attended was peculiar yet wonderfully interesting. Whether it was the fact that it was surrounded in places by overgrown bushes and opposite a strangely crooked wood which ...
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Off the Beaten Path
Sitting at his table illuminated by a small bedside lamp, Robert Francis poured over a map jotting down notes each time his eyes fell onto some point of interest. It was 10:30PM and he reckoned that, ...
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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 finally ...
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Second Hand
Iâve always been curious about the histories connected to belongings. I buy many of my things second hand from charity shops, retro speciality stores - those sorts of places. You can call me cheap all you ...
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Pass It On
Henry worked in an office. It was an ordinary office in an ordinary city where he was paid an ordinary wage to do ordinary things. For many this would have been tedious and frustrating, but not ...
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The Shadows of Samuel Craven
In the sleepy town of Windarm, a street where no one goes, a child of wondrous prying was deadened in crooked pose. His name was Samuel Craven a boy no older than ten, sneaking out from ...
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