Creepypasta Stories

Static

Greg Mitchell had always found comfort in broken things. In a world of sleek touchscreens and wireless everything, his cramped radio repair shop in the narrow lanes of Cheltenham stood as a defiant anachronism, cluttered with vacuum tubes, resistors, and the ghosts of technologies past. The locals called him peculiar; […]

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Thin walls

Thin Walls

-5/17/11- The constant low monotone droning grows increasingly louder. Jeremy tosses and turns as his eyes creep open. Jeremy:”Hey Beck?” he says, still practically asleep. Beck begins to stir. Beck:”What.” Jeremy: “Do you hear it now?” Beck rolls her eyes in frustration. Beck:”Yes Jeremy I hear it. I’ve already told

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5 Angel Numbers That Symbolize Success and Wealth

If you’re aware of the concept of “angel number,” you probably realize that it’s mostly associated with positive ideas, such as guidance, prosperity, and personal growth. But in order to effectively use the message your guardian angel is trying to communicate with you, you need to know the exact meaning

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The man in the attic

The Man in the Attic

Mike and his mother Sarah lived in a sharply white two-story house about eight miles from the city and half a mile away from a red diner which worked throughout the week and the weekend. The house was adjacent to naught else but the road and the forest. Mike was

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The bright yellow terror

The bright yellow terror

”They are down there in the water. I saw several glimpses of bright yellow popping up from and then retreating down below the surface, only to pop up again in a rhythmic fashion. Like a dance routine. Brightly yellow and deadly. Are they mocking us? The rotting, sweet stench of

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The blood moon rising

The Blood Moon Rising

I remember the day I found it as if it were yesterday. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the flea market on the outskirts of our quaint little town. It was the kind of day where everything seemed still, the heat lingering, pressing

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The mood ring

The Mood Ring

I found it in the back corner of a thrift store, hidden beneath a pile of broken jewelry. It was an old, tarnished mood ring with a thick, silver band that looked too big for any normal finger. The stone in the center had a dull, cloudy hue, but something

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