Creepypastas
The Winner
The city trains you to not notice things. I mean, you’ve seen the hobos, the hookers, the lunatics having entire conversations with empty space……
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Creepypastas
Franchise Killer: The Stupid Ones
The numerous neon signs in the front windows buzzed like a swarm of lazy flies, casting a rainbow of corporate influence into the darkness…
Creepypastas
I Am A Lifeguard For A Parking Lot Puddle
Have you ever searched for employment for so long that pretty much any offer looked like a dream job? That was me a few…
Creepypastas
A Ridiculous Affair
Note: For legal purposes, I’m changing the names of not only people, but companies for reasons that’ll be obvious by the end of the…
Creepypastas
Creepypasta Is Dead
Creepypasta is dead. Its corpse is filled with parasites. There was a brief, wonderful window of time in the early 2010s where everything was…
Creepypastas
The Graveyard Club: The Skeleton’s Child
Cemeteries aren’t really scary at night. When you’re a kid, every tombstone has a dark spirit behind it. Every burial plot has a vengeful…
Creepypastas
I’m The Yard Sale Guy. Yes, That One.
Listen… I didn’t exactly apply to be the middleman for a malevolent, nonexistent software company. Who would? I’m not a gamer, a collector, or…
Creepypastas
Never Ever Ever
I used to go hiking to clear my mind. It was nothing extraordinary. No backpack, no walking stick, no geo-locator app on my phone…
Creepypastas
Clown Cop
Ralph was a prankster. I don’t think you can avoid becoming one if your name is “Ralph”. His parents cursed him at birth, ensuring…
Creepypastas
I Knocked On Death’s Door
I stood on the rain-slicked doorstep of a refurbished two-story house just outside of the city. I looked at the take-out order in my…