Creepypasta Stories

The Bone Tree

Kai couldn’t remember the last time he’d caught himself feeling truly frightened. He had watched all of the scariest movies he could find, devoured countless ancient tales of mystery and macabre, and even researched real-world accounts of ghostly sightings and unexplainable encounters. All of it bored him. Of course, he

The Bone Tree Read More »

The Framing or: The Conundrum of the Singing Heads

Derrick comes back from the daily meeting with coffee in a styrofoam cup balanced on top of a folder marked “Third Quarter Staff Feedback Report”. The coffee, filled with a mix of brown sugar and powdered vanilla creamer, is what will make or break his mood for the day. It

The Framing or: The Conundrum of the Singing Heads Read More »

I think my family’s reflections took them.

Lord, forgive me if I’m all over the place. The sheriff wanted me to ‘jot’ down everything that’s happened, or at least, everything that I can describe. They were kind enough to get me one of them assistive keyboards to type this all out. Even getting everything out there, I’m

I think my family’s reflections took them. Read More »

Esca

It’s amazing what lives within our oceans. Ecosystems of life entirely separated from our comfortable surface existences. It’s a momentous event when the worlds interact: people cheer when they see dolphins breach above the waves, there are organizations devoted to helping the sea turtle population make their way back to

Esca Read More »

My son can’t stop humming the same tune and it’s starting to freak me out

It all started last Monday. I received a call from his basketball coach. My son, Riley, had been acting more strangely than usual. He said my son had seemed to intentionally pop two basketballs alone in the locker room. I made my son play for the church league after school.

My son can’t stop humming the same tune and it’s starting to freak me out Read More »

The Last Channel

My grandmother died at 3:33 AM on a Tuesday, and her TV wouldn’t turn off. Not wouldn’t—couldn’t. We unplugged it. We cut the power to her room. We even took a hammer to the screen, but it kept playing, the jagged cracks creating a kaleidoscope of images that shouldn’t exist.

The Last Channel Read More »

Scroll to Top