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Welcome to Creepypasta.com! Scaring you since 2008 with paranormal stories and original horror fiction. Read thousands of creepypasta stories, scary stories, urban legends, paranormal encounters and original horror fiction. Updated daily since 2008.A âcreepypastaâ is a short piece of horror fiction. The name is a play on the 4chan slang of âcopypastaâ, when the creepypasta meme first began, there was a set group of pastas that tended to get shared over and over.
Latest Creepypasta Stories
Brooks Brother’s Hardware Store
The Brooks Brotherâs Hardware store stood alone on its main street block. Chipped layers of white-washed paint contrasted the darkness inside the tall narrow windows. Faded posters advertising Case knives and hand tools hung in ...
Dead Silence
I didnât choose the dead minute. It chose me.The first time it happened, I was twelve, hiding in my bedroom while my parents screamed downstairs. Plates shattered. Something heavy hit the wall hard enough to ...
About one shift at Clover Camp
The month I had to spend every summer at a childrenâs camp was the most loathed period of the year for me. A place where children were supposed to rest, laugh, and socialize with their ...
Things Best Left Buried
I felt it that day, something in the air wasn't right. The morning heat was setting in, and the bugs were eating us alive. The men were tense as the sun rose on another godforsaken ...
I Inherited the World’s Worst Genetic Condition
You think you know your family. What they look like, how they speak, how it feels when they pat you on the back and say âwelcome homeâ. None of us truly know any other person; ...
People Say I’m Good
People have always said that I was good. Not nice, not kind, just good. Like it was just something they told me even before I could talk. People trusted me way too fast. It doesnât ...
The Indian Giant
The fishing boat groaned under Raj's boots as he tossed another net overboard. His hands were cracked from salt and years of hauling lines, but he didn't complain. Out here, complaints sank faster than the ...
The Floor is Sticky
We moved into the flat above the butcher's two months ago. It was a step down from our old place; John lost his good job and we had to make adjustments. The place wasn't exactly ...
A Thing of Flesh and Copper
Stacy and I switched the power on and sent ourselves to an early grave. I say an early grave, but I donât expect there will be anyone left to bury us. It was an honest ...
The Eyes of the Angel
Jason watched the hands of the clock ticking. The hour hand was moving to nine oâclock. The hour he dreaded so much. His eyes darted around the room. In the corner his blue lava lamp ...
Where Trespassers Fade
âNot everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.â - James Baldwin The road narrowed until it was no road at all, just mud and ruts that ...
Irnon Will Rise
As I sit here in this damp, dark cell, my only friend the warmth of the flickering candlelight illuminating this scrap of paper, I have to wonder how I got here and why I just ...
The Sugar Room
The first time I dreamed of Rose, I didnât think it mattered. Iâm not the kind of person who reads into dreams. Iâm practical, tired, the sort of man who forgets to eat and forgets ...
