Creepypasta Stories

The Curse Of Imagination

“Why does a writer write? Because they must.” -Anton Richards These words have been repeating in my head for the last week. They pound in my brain like a jackhammer. They prevent my mind from resting and keep me awake at night. That is why I am here at 3am. […]

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No Death Day

When I was 16 I murdered my best friend, and two minutes later he returned the favour. I remember that fateful night as if it were yesterday, and unfortunately those hateful events will be burnt into my memory forever. Noah and I have been buddies since we were toddlers, and

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My Wife is the Only One who can See Something is wrong

It was the sound of sobs, soft…muffled, miserable and tinged with a sort of echoing hollowness, that woke me. It was furitive, almost guilty misery..but with the strange quality of the sound, and the location, suggested it was coming from my shower. I growned, trying to roll over in bed..not

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What Hunts in the Snow

The truck’s heater blasted hot air. Wipers squeaked across the windshield, clearing away the snow that melted on contact. The Deputy hummed along with the radio as it blared a familiar tune. Wind whistled beneath the radio’s drone. The desolate road before him was covered with several inches of snow

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That Which Is Molded

I was born into this world made from the Earth from soil and bones, from that which is dead and that which is living. My creator formed me in the crude shape known as man, but I am not like them. My form is coarse, jagged, with no warmth to

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The Perfect Street

The realtor said it was ‘a steal’. Newlywed couple, twenty-nine and thirty, freshly out of their cramped city apartment, wide-eyed with love and future and starter-savings. A sunny cul-de-sac. Green grass like AstroTurf. American flags on even-numbered houses. White fences on the odds. Mailboxes with identical brass numbers. “You’ll love

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Dennis got a gun

It was October 1st of 1967, and the campus of Montauk University sat quiet and still in the new morning hours. The sky was dark, street lamps bright, and all students living on campus were asleep. Except, of course, for two figures who sauntered down the sidewalk towards the campus

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My dog is walking on two legs

I live alone in a secluded house in the mountainous region near Petrópolis. It’s a quiet place, surrounded by dense forest, perfect for anyone looking to escape the chaos of Rio de Janeiro on weekends and holidays. My only constant companion is Barnaby. Barnaby is, or was, a four-year-old Golden

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I’m a personal trainer at a 24-hour gym. I found out why the night shift clients lose weight so fast

January is the month of lies. If you’ve worked in the fitness industry as long as I have, you eventually learn to hate the calendar. January 2nd marks the beginning of the migration of repentant souls. They arrive in schools, wearing lycra clothes that still smell like the store, carrying

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5 Haunted Places in South Korea Where K-horror Turns to Reality

South Korea is an incredibly popular destination for tourists due to its rich history, diverse culture, and numerous other attractions. While the whole country is full of endless sights to visit, some people who come here are only curious about the places with a haunted status. It may seem unusual,

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I Lead a Death Cult

DO YOU KNOW what nitrogen hypoxia is? It’s how I’ve chosen to die. Our state is the sixth to adopt this method, behind Alabama, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Oklahoma. Some human rights advocates and medical experts consider it cruel and unusual punishment tantamount to torture. However, haven’t they said as

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The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story

The fallen leaves tell a story…They tell of our sacrifice, the pledge we must make for our survival…Our offerings of worship, our offerings of life…Through our planes it drove. The shrilling cool wind of the coming autumn. With its passage came a change in the trees, and the slow fall

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Lost Traditions

1 This was a long-time coming writing this. Not even completely sure what you would call it, but for me it’s an explanation to what had occurred so many years ago, a record so that the events and people who were hurt won’t be forgotten. Finally, an apology. As you

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