Creepypasta Archive

Item #: SCP-939. Object Class: Keter. Pack-based predators that emit an anesthetic mist and mimic the voices of their previous victims to lure new ones.

Item #: SCP-426. Object Class: Euclid. I am a common household toaster. Anyone who discusses me must refer to me in the first person. This document has been revised 17 times.

Item #: SCP-914. Object Class: Safe. A massive clockwork device occupying two chambers. Inputs placed in the intake booth are transformed based on the dial setting.

Killswitch was a 1989 PC game with two playable characters. One of them, upon completing the game, permanently erased it. Only one copy is known to have survived.

MissingNo is not a glitch. It is a fragment of deleted data that refused deletion — a Pokemon that was removed from the game but never truly left.

He appears at the edge of forests with white, pupilless eyes. He builds structures no player placed. Every Minecraft patch note since 2010 has included the same line: REMOVED HEROBRINE.

If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms — 600 million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms with the smell of old moist carpet.

Item #: SCP-3008. Object Class: Euclid. SCP-3008 is a retail unit resembling a standard IKEA store. Its interior is infinite. A community of survivors has established itself inside.

In 2017, a YouTube channel began uploading footage of someone playing an unreleased PlayStation 1 game called Petscop. As the series progressed, the game became something else entirely.

I grew up in Drisking, Missouri — a small mountain town with three rules every child learned before they learned to read: don't go past the Prescott farm, stay off Solidarity Hill, and if you hear the Borrasca, run.

I've worked Search and Rescue in national forest land for eleven years. There are things we don't talk about in official reports. Not because we're hiding them — because there's no language for them.

I want to tell you about the worst camping trip of my life. Not because anything overtly horrible happened, but because of what almost did, and because of how I know something was wrong.