Creepypasta topic?

The Murderer

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose.
You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911.
You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow.
It’s his reflection.

The Clown

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children.

Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn’t watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn’t want children watching too much garbage).

So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent’s room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request…she asked if she could cover up the clown statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous.

The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, “Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have a clown statue.”

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown statue was ever found.

The Tongue

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won’t close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep.

She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep.

Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog’s blood are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK TOO”.

Holy fucking shit. O_O

'nuff said. o.O

those were pretty interesting. creepy, but it kept me occupied.

Wolves of the Stillwood

There are no wolves in the Stillwood.

The gray wolves of Virginia were made extinct over a hundred years ago. According to the regular surveys by the National Forestry service, no sign of any such animal has been found since 1900. The occasional reports of large predators, just after dusk or late at night, usually by the occasional hiker or party of campers in the Stillwood (residents of Lower Alethia, nearest the woods like myself, know better than to try), receive the same tired reply from Animal Control.

“There are no wolves in the Stillwood.”

When a pet gets lost in the dark of the Stillwood and never returns… or worse is found, mauled, the blame falls on the usual suspects: foxes, wild dogs or teenagers with too much time and too little compassion. A few years back, when the Bradleys, a little family brand new to the Falls, had their boy David go missing from their own backyard, never finding more than scraps of his jacket and a little blood at the edge of the forest, the official response was adamant: this was a kidnapping, not an animal attack. Old-timers like me just shook our heads and muttered to ourselves:

“There are no wolves in the Stillwood.”

So, if you want to sleep at night this close to the forest, keep your doors locked tight and your shutters closed fast, if just to buy some peace of mind, to stop you from catching a glimpse of the Stillwood late at night. And should you somehow find yourself walking near, or God forbid through, the woods some evening, head home as quick as you can. Try to ignore the sounds of the night wind, howling as it does… it will only make your imagination run wild, after all. And should you see what cannot be polychrome eyes, shining through the mists from the underbrush or somehow in the branches above, or even through your gauze of your windows should you be blessed enough to make it safely home, take what comfort you can in this thought.

There are no wolves in the Stillwood.


A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

So far between the ones I found, my favorite is either Red or the tongue

The Clown and the Tongue were pretty creepy.

Wow, Red was pretty good.
I found one that I think is alright, it was the best I could find… needless to say I didn’t look very hard lol.

Knock Knock

As their mother was leaving, she they told her children not to open the door under any circumstances. If anyone knocks, don’t answer it, she told them.

But the boy and his sister didn’t pay attention to their mother’s warning. They thought she was being too careful. They figured they could take care of themselves in any situation.

About an hour after the parents left, the kids heard a “knock, knock, knock” on the front door. They decided to ignore it, but again, they heard “knock, knock, knock”. It happened again and again and it grew louder each time.

Eventually, the girl couldn’t stand it anymore and she told her brother she was going to answer the door. When the boy reminded her of their mother’s warning, the girl just wouldn’t listen.

Again, they heard the “knock, knock, knock” on the door. Finally the sister went downstairs. Her brother lay on the sofa watcing TV. He heard his sister’s footsteps walking down the stairs. He heard her asking loudly “Who is it?”. He heard her open the lock on the front door.

Then he heard only silence. He lay there for a while, listening for any noise, but heard nothing. Eventually, he started getting scared. His sister still hadn’t returned. He was afraid to call out to his sister, so he sneaked out the back door and made his way to their neighbor’s house.

When he went into their house, his neighbor was watching the local news channel on TV. The news anchor on TV was talking about a murder. Then they showed a reporter live at the scene of the murder.

The neighbor said to the boy, “Hey that looks like your house”.

The boy was shaking with fear. “That is my house”, he said. “And that’s my front door”.

Roast, post more stories like the first three. Y’know, murder stories. Those were great.

Here’s a little something. It’s not a story. It’s something my friend dared me to do a few years ago:

At midnight, when everyone’s asleep, make your way to your bathroom and lock the door tight. Don’t turn the lights on. Now, with the darkness all around you, move in front of your mirror, take a good stare, and then close your eyes.
Spin around five times while whispering to yourself, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…” And then, open your eyes.

Obviously, nothing’s gonna happen. My friend did it before. But I still get the shivers thinking about it.

I THINK I get stillwood, but I probably don’t. Please exlain?

The Grin

My friend told me the same exact thing. Because of it, mirrors and reflections are my among my biggest fears.

That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it’s pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don’t know how it got there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.

At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away… it wasn’t there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn’t look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it’s innocently turned in a different direction.

Finally on Thursday I tried to open the window, but it’s stuck. I think the thing’s hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.

It stared at me, smiling.

Of course, I screamed.

I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That galss should’ve cracked. But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.

So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly bitch my pants knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek.

It was angry.

That grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat. A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again. Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now. I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.

It’s watching me type.

Has nightmares for the next three years

I have one for you all

I have one.

The Neighbour

Upstairs in my father’s office is a large window. I’ve become obbessed with people watching. I watch people come and go day in and day out.
My neighbour has a fairly large window beside mine. Usually he catches me people watching and smiles. I get kinda creeped out so I wave and smile then quickly shut the blinds.
The man always creeps me out.

I once went up there one day…and it was a moment I would ever so give away to forget it.

It was evening. The sunset tinted the sky with red. Almost blood red. I was people watching for 2 hours straight. My parents had left for their anniversary. I was all alone.
It was night. Sunlight could be barely anymore visible. I decided to call it quits. Nothing ever happens at night.
Then I saw my neighbour. He was looking at me with his creepy smile. Everytime he smiles I think something is wrong. He stares at me with his cold eyes. I didn’t want to smile.
Soon, his smile got bigger…and bigger. I watched in horror as the smile replaced his face. I felt like screaming but instead I quickly shut the blinds.
Fear struck like lightning. It was all I could see was nothing but teeth. I knew it couldn’t be…no…it wasn’t possible. No…it didn’t happen.

I opened the blind the second time.

He was gone. But his window was open.
I shut the blinds again. My imagination ran wild. So many thoughts…none of them could be true. It didn’t make sense. Redempting the courage once had, I stood up slowly.

I looked the third time…

amd what hapended? WHAT HAPPENED!?! I WANT TO KNOW!!! He died, didn’t he :roll:

It’s your call. Beleive what you want to beleive. Sleep if you can.


OMG Red, the clown one and the tongue one is so creepy.
I’m lucky I didn’t read them at night.
Please post more!


I wait at night. I try to sleep. Sleep. It’s nothing I can acquire. I toss and turn but my thoughts are replaced by something else. I think. Yes, it’s under the bed.
The bed creaks. I turn. Everybody else is asleep except for me. I can’t help but think it’s waiting for me…my feet are no longer safe. It’s going to…
It’s all I can think about. I want to turn on the lights but it’s too far from the bed. I want to run and scream but what good will that do. It must be ridden of.

There must be another way.

The bed creaks. I haven’t even moved. I dare to look under the bed. I see nothing. Just the empty blackness. The creaking. Poison to the imagination.
Then I see it. A faint glitter. Of teeth. Two red eyes. A grinning smile turning into a frown. Anger. I jump back to the top.
It wasn’t. Could it? I look again. It’s not there.

I feel it breathing.

On my neck…

How do you like them apples?

There Disgusting! no, just kidding, awesome job on the scary stories.

That guy has an overactive imagination.


Everytime I take a shower the mirror fogs up. Really bad. It’s hard enough to see my reflection that it’s almost impossible.
Our fan doesn’t work so the whole room is like the mist out at sea. I even have a hard time looking for the door…
But where’s the door?
I can’t find the knob.
I know where the door is but there’s no door. Just wall.
I panic. But that’s no good. I’m breathing in watery death.
I need air.
Grabbing a towel I slash and swoosh at the air with a towel and my hand. But the fog is infinte.
I wipe the mirror. My reflection is different in the fog. My eyes are no longer there but shadows as if a light from above was shining down.
My face is blank. I wipe the mirror.
It’s the same.
I wipe harder.
It’s the same.
I drop the towel.
I touch my face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. I try to scream but there’s only skin. How could I see? This is impossible…no…how. I must…but…
I suffocate. The fog…it’s everywhere.

(Yay, 600th post!)