Creepypasta Stories – Sorted by Title

Soft beeping from my alarm work me that morning. The same sound as always, a pulsing of noise that was like a heartbeat. Over the years, I'd grown used to the noise signifying another day at ...

I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I ...

If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the ...

You some how wake up surrounded by very tall hedges. You are very disoriented and groggy. As you observe your surroundings, you realize that you are in a very complex hedge maze. The hedges are 10 ...

The dealer was effusive in his praise for the artwork. It was just so life-like, he gushed. It wouldn’t be cheap, he admitted, but it was well worth every penny the artist was asking for it ...

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 other. He was just average. If ...

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the ...

I never liked going to my aunt Paola’s house. Honestly, I never liked her either. She’s a creepy bible-thumping Jesus fanatic and she’d always circle over me like a vulture. But none of that creeped me ...

Our encounter with the Steubenville Ghost was very surprising because we didn’t believe in such phenomena. If I had imbibed, or been by myself, I would probably have turned to some professional for help after the ...

There is a statue my family has retained ownership of and cared for during many centuries. Supposedly it is of a great grand relative of some type who helped establish our family’s wealth by forgotten means, ...

Everything was perfect. Everything but her. She stood there at the window in her picture perfect dress, looking out at the picture perfect view from the comfort of their picture perfect home, and she wondered when ...

The storm door clacked against its frame without rhythm. Chickens scuttered through the dirt, clucking restlessly. The clouds had sunk low over the farmhouse. They smothered the earth, draining the red shutters and dirty white house ...

Formalities first: If you’re just joining my diary of horror, please read part one, part two, part three, and part four. I have become almost indifferent to what’s going on to me. Since my first story, so much shit happened/was ...

If you haven't read my previous posts, please read stories one, two and three. Hey guys, after many PMs asking for an update, I decided to bring you up to speed on whats going on. But first, here is the screenshot ...

Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very ...

If you're just staring to read my experiences with this horror, you should read my other stories first. You can find them here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Okay guys, a ...

Anyone who hasn't read my story should do so before looking in this thread. My first story had some updates to it too. My second story is my girlfriend's account of the events. Hey guys, I promised pictures and updates, ...

Before you read my girlfriend’s side of the story, you may want to read my first post that also contains last night’s unfortunate update. Here is the update copy/pasted: Okay guys, I realize I am a bit late ...

Thomas Hughes was a boy of few words. Few people knew more than the obvious about Thomas’s life-- he was a lonely child, and he had never known his parents. The story goes that they were ...

This is the story of time-traveling dad. He died in 1997 after buying his son a 2012 mustang and then being killed by the Rake. My name is Ralph, but most people simply refer to me ...

On October 16, 1962, every man, woman, and child disappeared from the town of Edmonson, Kentucky. The date is relatively easy to pin down. The day before – October 15 – a traveling salesman named Arnold ...

My grandfather has been acting very strange lately, and has begun sleepwalking again. For this reason it was suggested to me by my parents that I write a journal to keep myself busy, and to keep ...

THE STRANGER only comes at night. He only comes to certain people, too: those trapped in life, unable to free themselves from the daily grind and the cares that keep you from caring. Those sick of ...

My name is Andrew Erics. I used to live in a city you probably heard of called New York. My mother is Terrie Erics—Teresa, really. She's in the phone book under “E”—if they even have those ...