📚 Creepypasta Stories Sorted by Author
The Monster in My Dead Father’s Basement Is Getting Bigger
The couch reeked of cigarette smoke, ashes, and body odor. It was faded yellow like the wallpaper, its springs creaking loudly as I sat down ...
Be Careful Hiring Killers on the Dark Web
There hadn’t been a murder in Franzburg for over five years. Not since old man Weathers killed his wife over a Monopoly match gone sour ...
Creepy Green Light
There was no longer any joy to be found in All Hallows Eve; not for Ash, not this year. What was, once upon a time, ...
Roadkill Run
The road was long and winding, curling like a restless serpent through the thickly wooded foliage of the forest. Towering monumental trees marched ever so ...
I Said It With Flowers
There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office. At least, I thought it was a flower shop. The sign on the ...
My Mother’s Burnt Offerings
Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me. She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up. Every morning ...
That New Subscription Meal Box Really Sucked
My culinary misadventures into inadvertently assisting in the summoning of what I can only assume is a demon began innocently enough. It all started just ...
How Do You Get a Banjo Player off Your Porch?
There’s this joke that old-time musicians used to like to tell, but maybe now it’s only popular amongst us fiddlers: Q: How do you get ...
What Belief Can and Cannot Do
The inside of this tent felt like the inside of Carrie’s heart: cold, empty, a place once full of people now deserted. Outside the purple ...
Stop Looking for Amy
Evidence #005678 and #073812 in cases #MPD-5609 and #MPD-6491 respectively for the Medford Police Department. The following interviews were transcribed shortly after the death of ...
Beyond the Pale
My grandfather would tell me stories when I was young about the time before when the world was large and the mists had yet to ...
Made of Clay
I watched the back of their feet as we all walked into the woods together. Trailing behind and looking down to watch my steps, I ...
