📚 Creepypasta Stories Sorted by Author
Jim’s Not Here
29I leave dinner to pick up the phone, cupping my hand over my mouth in the hallway. “Who is it?” There’s a second of feedback, ...
Jonny, Such a Good Boy Jonny
my dad taught me how to use the internet because sometimes he said he felt too lazy to scroll and he just wanted to sit ...
YourFaceYourPorn.mov
yourfaceyourporn.mov My wife tells me she’s cheating on me about halfway through dinner. I work my way through the potatoes, the beans, and most of ...
Invitation
The sun was setting. Jane watched the glorious colors splay across the sky from where she stood in her antique shop, staring out the dusty ...
Arborvitae
“We’re gonna make this a tradition,” Jerry said confidently. The others in the back of the van could barely hear him over the music. “Arbor ...
Ye Who Enter Here
“Ah, welcome!” The man who stood at the open door was painfully suburban. His thick-rimmed glasses were slightly too large for his face, even with ...
The Hunger of Evota Falls
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE STORY: "Kill the Curdler" The funny thing about problems, Ackerman reflected, was that they never went away ...
The Watchmaster
Charles Walker Woods was a gentleman of means. In a city rapidly being subsumed by the dim fog of industry, he felt it was not ...
