He had stopped running, but only because he couldn’t run anymore. His foot had hit a stalk at just the perfect angle to leave him face first in the dry dirt that tore through his shirt, bloodied his elbows, and sprained his right ankle. He had...
I felt something was in the room with me. Not someone, something. Something menacing and purely evil. As I’m in the bed I could feel the room growing hotter and hotter, a drop of sweat ran down my forehead and pooled at the crease of...
The following stories were recently uploaded to Crappypasta: Progressions The DJ Fires in the Fog Hiss A Face in the Crowd The Wanderers He smiles at me Also, just as a reminder (or heads up for anyone who wasn't aware): Crappypasta now has a "Video Critiques...
“My hand trembles as I attempt to write, for after days of observing the absolute calm and stillness of the city street below, I have resolved to leave the safety of my barricaded apartment to venture through the vacant wreck that was once a city....
You may recall back in June of 2021, how the first live televised execution of a death row inmate had gone off without a hitch. It was one of the most anticipated TV airings in recent - and I suppose even in distant - memory. The...
I My town is one of those back country middle-of-nowhere places in which word-of-mouth folklore and wild superstition defines its population. It’s the kind of place a visitor might hear ethereal music in the woods, or catch a glimpse of an out-of-place animal roaming the...
“Have you ever heard of The Sallow Man?”, That’s what Timmy Morrison asked me in seventh grade. Timmy was my best friend. We did nearly everything together. It was Friday, and we were sitting in lunch period discussing what we were going to do when...
The following stories were recently uploaded to Crappypasta: Questioning a question. A Helping Hand Mist Carnation James. My Grandpa Passed Away The Visitation Ritual Also, just as a reminder (or heads up for anyone who wasn't aware): Crappypasta now has a "Video Critiques OK" tag, which...
No one knew where it came from or how it happened. It was just another sunny, dull, and happy day in the small Michigan town when it began. It occurred with the small things first (like memories of anniversaries or memories of where the car keys...
I was seven when I moved into that house at Ashbrooke Lane. At least that’s what my parents tell me. My recollection of that time is vague. I have memories of the big tree on our lawn, running round the garden with the boy next...
In the year of our Lord, 1587, celebration filled the spring air for the good people of Roanoke Colony. Winter had been unyielding once again, and the menace of war with the Spanish had severed much-needed replenishment of goods and supplies. As one of England's...
Call it sleep paralysis. I don’t care. At this point, I’m used to people throwing explanations and diagnoses at me. Everybody wants to be the one to make sense of what I’m saying. I can tell you now-it does not make sense. It does not...
My life is not what you would call privileged. It has been one of endless work and sacrifice. Born into a life of slavery, my life has never truly been my own. My time has always been dictated by others, when to eat and sleep,...
"Well. Could be worse," I muttered, pulling up the driveway to my new home-away-from-home. While I knew such a cheap off-campus living arrangement wouldn't be nearly as nice as living in a dorm at the university, the pictures made my new domicile seem so much...
This month's discussion topic is a mash-up of two suggestions, from Anonymous and Mockingbird: The way I see it, it's likely that whichever creepypasta you personally find the most unsettling probably matches up with the creepypasta that you'd least want to be real - or at...
You’re probably wondering why this notebook is in your seat. But don’t ask me about it, because I’ll purposely ignore you. Don’t get offended, because it’s for your own good that I pay no attention to you. I need to tell someone this story, because...
In a nearby town, there lives a clown whose laughter fills the air, and in crowded places, with his painted faces he shocks with skill and flair. Through a comic fall, and tales grown tall, those watching delight with glee, to forget their worries, of bills and moneys, as the clown performs...
The following stories were recently uploaded to Crappypasta: The Santa Flora Expedition Be With Them How Can I Help You? The Window Knocker Dark Days, Dark Ways Don't mind them Blight Where Our Forgotten Dreams Go Selfie The Clockmaker's Labyrinth Faceless Lost in the Halls ...
When I was little I always had an overactive imagination, had frequent nightmares, and always thought I saw things going on during the night. I told my mum that every night, as I was trying to get to sleep, my bedroom door would shake. Not very...
Note: There is some gore in this pasta. If you believe this will bother you, please skip today's story. His hazel eyes skimmed over the words for what he knew had to be the twentieth time. His pupils darted back and forth over the lines, dancing...
There was a bright pink tint to the sky and it brought a smile to Jared's face. The light afternoon breeze shook up his dark brown hair, flipping it in apparent life. He loved the scene that was occurring before him, the daily setting of...
'Tis a fine house, lad, to be sure, and well built. And 'tis sure I am that you and young Maglyn will be more than happy here till the end of your days. But I've said it afore and I'll say it again—I wish I...
They follow the same neat routine every day. The boy wakes up to the sound of that unpleasant alarm at 6 AM every morning, Monday through Friday. I listen carefully to the sheets rustling above me as he tosses, turns, shifts in his bed struggling...
“Can you send me the outline over email? That would be way easier,” said Jack, already searching for a taxi as he pushed his way out of the City University of New York’s doors. “Sure bud, I’ll do that as soon as I get home,” said...
