CREEPYPASTA ARCHIVE

In 1997, an obscure text adventure game circulated on floppy disk. The game had six commands, a single character, and one ending. It was found in the possession of a missing child.

My apartment is on the top floor. There is nothing above me but the roof. I have been hearing footsteps above me every night for two weeks.

I know what sleep paralysis is. I've had it since I was seventeen. The entity that sits on my chest during episodes is not a hallucination. I know because it left a mark.

I found a door in my basement that wasn't in the house plans. Behind it was a crawlspace. In the crawlspace was a mattress, food wrappers, and a notebook.

Laughing Jack was a toy — a jack-in-the-box clown, black and white, given to a lonely boy in 1800s England. The boy grew up. Laughing Jack waited. When the boy came back wrong, so did Jack.

Something followed me home from the bar last night. Not a person. I saw it in the window reflection. It stayed on the other side of the street, keeping pace. It was shaped like a person but it didn't move like one.

Tobias Erin Rogers never fit in anywhere. A sensory processing disorder that made the world too loud, too bright, too much — combined with a family falling apart in slow motion. Then his sister died.

My parents told me that the girl who lived in the mirror when I was little was just a phase. An imaginary friend. She wasn't imaginary. And she grew up too.

In June 1972, a woman was found wandering the halls of Cedar Sinai hospital in nothing but a hospital gown. She was covered in blood. In her mouth was a dead cat.

My college roommate and I started noticing things missing. First food. Then other things. Then one night I woke up and something was leaning over my bed in the dark.

About four years ago I was walking home from a friend's place at 2 AM. I lived in a neighborhood where this was perfectly normal. I mention this because what I encountered was not normal.

He took his skin off for me. He said it was the most intimate thing he could do — to show me everything he was without the part that the world usually sees.