Over the past couple year and a half, we've slowly been accumulating lists of community recommendations for the best in creepy movies, games, books, and more - here's the round up of all the related discussion posts thus far: It's probably obvious from the post title, but this month we'll be adding to this series by discussing our favorite creepy comic books! Please weigh in with your personal top picks for any comics that you can conceivably call 'creepy' - this includes topics like horror, zombies (even zombie superheroes!), paranormal and ghosts, esoteric magic and the supernatural, aliens, cryptozoology, etc. If you think that it's a solid quality book and has themes that you could imagine showing up in a good Creepypasta, feel free to suggest away. Obviously, please refrain from suggesting horror manga in this post, as that already has its own discussion topic here. Webcomics are fine to suggest, and if possible, please remember to link to the webcomic's URL in your comment. I'll periodically update this post to make a masterlist of the comic books suggested, as I've done with past posts. As the entry deadline for the comic giveaway has passed, I'm putting the rest of this post under a cut.

I've always been an art enthusiast. I guess I inherited that from my grandmother. She had been a painter for many years, and tried her best to instill a love of the fine arts in me. I have many fond memories of trips to...

The stiff autumn wind bullied brittle leaves across the sidewalk and into the empty street on Angela’s way home from the daycare center. She wrapped her too-thin cardigan tightly around her as the leaves were marched swiftly to the opposite curb. Their colors had drained...

Trick or treating was something I always loved as a kid. It’s something that I was too old for, being twenty-five is something that easily puts a damper on childish festivities, and being pregnant makes it even more difficult to join in on the fun....

My training in Comparative Literature -- my miserable graduate school experience in particular -- taught me that there is much productive work to be done outside of one's own academic department. You learn new things by diving into other disciplines. In turn, you come away...

“Swallow something, canned, frozen, Ungodly festering source. Dragging and kicking and screaming for more, That burns, burns, burns, burns.” - Made Out Of Babies, “Cooker.” “I’m not going to sleep well,” thought Olas to himself. He was sweating through his shirt to the point where peeling it off would take...

Part 1 Transferring to a new school in the middle of the semester really sucks. First off, it’s a logistical nightmare jumping into the thick of seven new classes and getting caught up with all the material that may or may not have been covered in...

In this place, where tales of terror draw forth the most loathsome of emotions, stop for a moment, dear seeker, and reflect. Is there someone that you really and truly hate? Someone who has worsened your life by their influence? A person...

The Journal of Dr. Edwin King -------------------------------------- Journal Entry 01 Day: 1 Time: 0700 hours It’s fascinating, really, how far technology has come. It’s been just over a day and I already find myself gazing in awe upon the distant majesty of our planet Earth’s moon from the port windows...

You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you...

I’m a sleepwalker. I’ve woken up on the floor, in the hedges outside, and half-hanging out of the refrigerator with orange juice spilled down the front of my shirt – just to name a few. Most of the time it would end in uncontrollable laughter...

I’m writing this down on my psychiatrist’s advice. She wants me to write as if I’m telling my story to a friend. Perhaps she’s right—maybe I do just need to let it all out. And what better way to do it than on a computer,...

I've heard there are two kinds of people: those who have vivid dreams, dreams of things and events, some impossible some mundane, some joyous some horrible -- and those who have the same kinds of dreams but don't remember them. I'd give anything if I...

I lifted my eyes for only a moment. His form was unspeakable. An insidious darkness, a void opened to reality. My body lost all its strength, I fell to the floor, loosing my bladder. “Speak, slave.” The demon’s voice was sharp, metallic. I strained to lift my...

“The Inventor” “Thank you kindly, sir,” I said, handing the coachman a dull silver shilling. “No need to wait for me.” I stepped out onto a cobblestone terrace amidst a garden of long-withered flowers that lead to the mansion. I began a brisk walk, marveling at the...

My basement has never exactly been a welcoming place. It’s unfurnished; there’s no carpet and the walls consist of boring, exposed bricks. There’s a set of old wooden stairs on one end that creaks whenever anyone uses them. Behind the stairs is a storage area...

(This is a conclusion to the previous two pastas, "Necropotence," and "War of the Dead." I was a mod for the old creepypasta forum, and this is the first submission I've sent in two years. It feels great to be writing again! Thanks for reading...