Category: Creepypasta

The Beasts and Ghosts

By cat lover

This story begins in 1969 when Emmanuel & Evelyn Archer moved to Colorado, to start up a horse breeding business. They couldn’t find a farm they liked, so they decided to build one of their own.

As they were building their barn, one of the workers found a pile of human bones. After these bones were inspected it was determined that they belonged to the native Americans that used to live in the area.


This is the End

By Nox

Entry 1

I was running. Where, why, I don’t know. I had woken up somewhere with someone who seemed familiar screaming at me to run. He gave me a backpack as well.

I didn’t question it.

A few minutes after I got out of there, I heard screams of terror and pain. They sounded like his voice.


Cabin in the Woods

By SjamesN

This happened about two years ago, I was 12 at the time. It was just me and my grandpa camping alone in the woods, Once or twice a year we would go to camp and stay for about a week. This might not be written perfectly but ‘m trying to write it down as close to how I remember it. it was our second last day at camp.

I had gone out to collect some water from a well, I was walking back and looked up the hill to see a man standing, he was far away, all I could really make out was his shadow. as I looked up at him he started to move, I was used to seeing people, but they were always hunters, wearing bright orange clothing. but this man was wearing dark clothing, he left my sight as I walked away. When i got back I asked my grandpa about the man he said that I shouldn’t worry and it was probably just someone hiking through the forest.


It Lived in the Walls

By Sean F.

I was only 6 when I saw it. The thing in my walls. I was a very dark kid. I did have a craving of scary stuff and loved sinister horror movies. My mother called me weird, my father went missing when I was three, and my brother was a hacker on the Deep Web, crap like that. When my father died, I never knew what had happened for awhile. Anyways, let’s get back to my story… I was tucked in my bed in the little shack we lived in. My brother was probably scamming unlucky people. He was 18 at this time and there was a huge gap between our ages, I know. My mother had him when she was very young. That night, I woke up at 1:53 AM. My clock said so.

That’s when I heard it…


The Story of Jacob Harper Part 1

By CREEPEDSOULS

Have you ever seen a film or read a book and was like “Huh, I wonder what it is like from the villain’s perspective. What was their origin story?”. There is a reason you don’t see from that perspective you know, It is so you don’t side with the villain. They know you will attach to them and they don’t want that. But I am here to tell the story from my perspective. You see the popular kids go into the woods to party and get killed off but sometimes never ask “Why is he killing them?”. We usually have a valid reason for our anger but they don’t want you to hear that. Well, I am here to tell you. Here is the story of why I became a murderer.


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