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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
5 Terrifying Thai Ghosts You Never Want to Meet
Most people go to Thailand for beautiful beaches, impressive temples, affordable living, or outstanding street food. But horror enthusiasts know that this country has much more to offer those who are interested in darker stories ...
Death’s Usher: Quarry of Slaves, Foundry of Souls
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here âDID YOU REALLY have to do that, Ibnar?â âOf course. According to the Law, I provided for your needs ...
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THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTATION IS NOT INTENDED FOR DISTRIBUTION Warning: The following document is not intended for distribution, only personnel with proper authorization, privilege, or clearance are permitted to view or edit this document. Unauthorized access, ...
Behind the Redwood Curtain
Behind the Redwood Curtain, the California I knew seemed to fall away. Off the PCH or 101, the scenery shifted from the billboards of the Bay Area, advertising marijuana or some new AI firm into ...
The Haunted Trail of the Pendle Witches
Itâs rare in the world of horror to find a place that is famous for frightening legends and still carries the same mysterious feel centuries later. However, Pendle Hill in Lancashire is one of those ...
Don’t Let it in, Don’t let it out
One I saw the house. It was beautiful. A big Victorian sitting in the middle of the woods. And I knew I shouldnât go in. I really shouldnât go in.Next thing I know, Iâm knocking ...
The Fog Man of Duskwood
The sound of the television static always felt louder when the room was entirely dark. On Halloween night, the air in Duskwood, Virginia didn't just feel coldâit felt heavy, as if the shadows themselves were ...
The Halloween Game
My name is Steven Kerns.Yes.That Steven Kerns.If you are reading this, it is probably because my lawyer released this document after something happened to me. I told him to put it somewhere people might at ...
The Woods Beyond Margaret Street
By the time Thomas Grady turned sixty-eight, most people on Margaret Street had stopped taking him seriously. They were polite about it, of course. Small towns tend to be. Neighbors waved when they passed his ...
Eyes of the Purged
The Police Warns⌠The Serial Killer is Still at Large.Anyone who notices suspicious activity or an individual is urged to report it immediately. For months now, we had all been on high alert due to ...
The Dead Fields
Before going to the Dead Fields, I was never really afraid of anything. I didnât have a fear of heights, or the dark, at least not one that was crippling. I was sort of a ...
The House in My Dreams Had Started Receiving My Mail
The first letter was a reminder to book a dental appointment. That was what bothered me afterward. I could have dismissed a warning written in blood. My mind had apparently gone to the trouble of ...
The Legend of Jack Turnip
The moon hung low and bloated over the town of Hallowville, Oregon, bleeding a sickly orange light across the frost-dusted fields. It was Halloween night, the one time of year when the veil between the ...
The Fear of Myself
Being afraid of yourself is something you rarely hear anyone admitânot to others, and certainly not to themselves. Fearing your own existence sounds almost made-up. When you actually stop to think about it, the obvious ...
Death’s Usher: Unhallowed Ground
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here TRAVEL is an eye-opening, life-changing experience. Thatâs what merchants and adventurers at the Pit always told me. They wisely omitted how dull and ...
The Damned’s Congregation
Samir stood beneath the concrete awning of Masjid al-Noor, rainwater dripping from the edges of his black coat, and studied the brass lettering bolted above the entrance. The letters were a tarnished green and the ...
