The highest-rated creepypasta stories, ranked by more than two million reader votes since 2008. Filter by category or story length, or switch to the best stories of the past month or year.
My Sister’s Hair
I wish I had my big sister’s hair. Hers is soft and light. Touching her arms is like touching peach fuzz. When she sweats her skin looks like melted butter.…
Read NowNot for Distribution
THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTATION IS NOT INTENDED FOR DISTRIBUTION Warning: The following document is not intended for distribution, only personnel with proper authorization, privilege, or clearance are permitted to view or…
Read Now
A Disagreement
“Ugh, Emma, can you get the trunk for me?” The dim winter sun was setting over the parking lot, nearly devoid of shoppers at this late hour, aside from a…
Read NowEven in Death
Tink tink tink tink tink….the soft sound echoes through the room. My hands shake, my heart races and my eyes go hazy with unshed tears locked onto his hand gripping…
Read Now
The Selkie on the Shore
‘I plan to kill myself.’ ‘You’re far beyond planning,’ the creature wheezes through its nostrils. The artist, squat on his rock, was at first astonished by the tiny pup calling…
Read Now
Necropolis
“Damn, I ain’t never seen it turn so cold before!” shouted Marshall over the howling winds of the snowstorm. “Just keep going! As long as we keep moving we’ll make…
Read Now
Abuela’s Recipe
When I first moved out on my own, my mom handed me a small, weathered recipe book. Its cover was cracked and faded, the pages yellowed with age. She held…
Read Now
Something Crawling…
Bryan Miller was sitting at home, watching TV alone. He was dressed in his favourite pajamas, and slouched lazily in his armchair. It was a Saturday night, and he wasn’t…
Read Now
Has anyone else had a hair stuck in their throat?
I first noticed it three weeks ago. I’d been playing video games with my friends, and when I went to talk into the mic, it was there. I coughed a…
Read Now
Joy’s Jubilee
“C’mon, Jeremy! Hurry up!” I could hear Marcus whine from the other side of the bathroom door. I simply rolled my eyes, and continued to comb my hair to perfection,…
Read Now
Captain Jack
The following are journal excerpts taken from four in-resident counselors working a summer camp in coastal Georgia (c.2012). All entries are transcribed wholly and completely unfiltered. * James - 7/1/2012…
Read Now
Forbidden Hunger
In the desolate and decayed outskirts of Harbor Point, where shattered hopes and forgotten desires mingled with discarded remains, an awe-inspiring scene unfolded under the perplexing night sky. A mysterious…
Read Now
The Taxidermist’s Son
In my youth, I found myself fascinated by my father’s line of work. I would jump up when I saw him arrive home with his bag, and sprint to him…
Read Now
The Weaver
My vision was hazy. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my forehead as I attempted to lift my head. The car’s blinker thundered inside of me like a heavy…
Read Now
Cracks in the Cavern
“Bone is lightweight, durable, and responsive. A bridge made of steel cannot double its length, but bone both grows and responds to stresses. Furthermore, bone mends itself. A shattered brick…
Read Now
The Angel of Death
Extract from records found at scene, author unknown. Dated October 1883: Matted fur stuck to the Beast’s sides, sweat dripping down its flank as it expelled rancid breath. Thick ropes…
Read Now
My Neighbor Likes to Cross-Stitch
Across the street, there is a petite little blue house. White trim, picket fence. It’s the cliché fairy tale home you read in the storybooks. I can see it through…
Read Now
We boarded a Ferry, Please Help Us
Hello there, I managed to scrounge up a pile of power banks left behind by previous passengers. In total, these could last me a combined 47 hours worth of laptop…
Read Now
In Memoriam
I She did not wake crying, screaming, or flailing against sweat-soaked sheets as she had done for the last 353 mornings. Her body felt rested, charged with an unexpected energy.…
Read NowThe Floor is Sticky
We moved into the flat above the butcher's two months ago. It was a step down from our old place; John lost his good job and we had to make…
Read Now
The Things We Do for Family
My parents died in a car crash on their way home from dropping me off my freshman year at Stanford. I never got the chance to call and tell them…
Read Now
Split Reality
August 13th, 2014 I’ve never, ever written in a journal before in my life, but after who I met yesterday I thought I might want to start one, for his…
Read NowUncle Carter’s Gift
The day began like any other as Carrie Sumter made breakfast for her husband and son. Part way through the crackling sizzle of eggs, the husband made his way into…
Read Now