Creepypasta Stories

the eye of the storm

The Eye of the Storm

The storm slithered across the countryside, consuming all in its path. Hurricanes are nasty, especially in southern Florida. This one was a category four, with sustained winds of 150 miles per hour. Most people evacuate in such a tempest, but not my grandpa. The man is as stubborn as a

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stupid games

Stupid Games

Prophetic Ender Think your ripple has no meaning?Think a rifle won’t leave men bleeding?I’m tired of preachers that are blind to their wordsI’m sick of acts that are silent to the herdAnd sick of seeing those that overtly hurtGetting special passes from the hipocrate’s courtBut I won’t carry a stick

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Me and my brother hunt monsters Yesterday we found God

Me and my brother hunt monsters. Yesterday we found God.

Me and my younger brother hunt monsters. Now I understand how that must sound to you. There’s no possible way anything supernatural could actually exist in our world, right? If that is your first thought, well, you’d be wrong. Very wrong. Me and my brother know this better than anyone

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my daughter was attacked on facetime

My daughter was attacked on FaceTime

I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a family man. My career kept me away from my family for most of my daughters childhood, and once my wife died-absentee would be a generous description of me. Emotionally that is. It had been so sudden, and the love of my life,

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Killers for Sale

[Auctioneer] Greetings! Welcome to the Sweet Mercy Web Auction! I hope everyone is having a wonderful night – or day, pending your time zone. Thank you for joining us! Please, do not be alarmed by our costumes – it’s important to conceal our identities in order to continue helping good

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My Sister Never Came Back From Her Film Convention; I'm The Only One Who Remembers Her.

My Sister Never Came Back From Her Film Convention; I’m The Only One Who Remembers Her.

I used to have an older sister. Her name was ‘Eileen,’ though she always preferred to be called by her first two initials: ‘E.V,” or “Evie,” as we’d often spell it. Evie was a fine sister—on one day she might have stood up for me against our father’s slurred contempt,

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New Houses can be Haunted Too, Here's My Story

New Houses can be Haunted Too, Here’s My Story

I remember the day, not too long ago, that I stood in front of my brand new home.  After the year-long headache of the over-budget and over-delayed build process, I finally held the keys to the castle of my 11.4-acre Kingdom. The exhaust note from the contractor’s truck finally faded,

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the hanging tree

The Hanging Tree

The ball flew towards the boy. With a cry of alarm, the boy dropped to the floor. “Damnit Jimmy, you’re supposed to catch the ball not hide from it!” a fat kid with a glove on one hand cried. A skinny boy with glasses turned from the pitcher’s mound to

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I walked the Labyrinth and lived to tell the tale

I walked the Labyrinth and lived to tell the tale

I’m no hero – that much will become obvious as you read my account. In fact, I’m a coward…the type who always takes the easiest path. Left to my own devices, I would never reach my full potential. In all honesty I’m an average guy with a dull life, but

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sleep singing

Sleep Singing

My wife had always been a sound sleeper. She never snored, talked in her sleep, nor was she particularly restless. Oftentimes, she’d wake up in the same position she passed out in with barely a wrinkle in the sheets around her. When the singing in the middle of the night

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a serial killer broke into my house

A serial killer broke into my house…

One night a few years ago I heard the sound of someone breaking into my house. It was around midnight when this happened and up to this point I don’t think I had more than twenty minutes of sleep but as soon as I heard the window being broken I

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the shadow

The Shadow

Hi there, I’m going to be writing this down as a…“therapeutic exercise”. Ugh, I hate these therapists, thinking they can help. Trust me that, after the events I’ll soon be retelling, they can’t help, no one can help. What I’ve seen, you can’t just forget about it. No it’s something

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dont knock on wood

DON’T KNOCK ON WOOD

Don’t knock on wood. Ever again. I know that sounds crazy. But trust me. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth it because you might not be ready for what you’re inviting into your life… I definitely wasn’t. About a month ago, I packed up what few possessions I owned

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kenopsia

Kenopsia

My alarm clock went off at 11:30 AM, signaling the start of my day. I got up and made myself a pot of coffee as I normally did and began my day. I lived in a small town, and worked from home, so, given that I got to set my

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at the salmon cowboy a found letter

At the Salmon Cowboy: A Found Letter

I fear that by the time you read this . . . it will be too late. Forgive me, Vanessa. I am so sorry. As you are reading this, your fiancé is lost—caught in an act of obsessive compulsion that I, too, have fallen into. There was no malice in

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