CREEPYPASTA ARCHIVE

Every counselor at Camp Ashwood knew the rule: no camper showers alone in the Founder's Building. We were never told why. Then a kid broke the rule.

A girl named Daisy posted vlogs about her life caring for a creature named Alan. The videos became increasingly disturbing. The channel went silent.

My daughter's imaginary friend knows things she shouldn't. Looks like her but wrong. Has been here longer than she has.

A girl named Madotsuki will not leave her apartment. She only sleeps. In her dreams is a vast world with no exit. The game has no ending. Not really.

More things search and rescue officers don't talk about. The second set of rules. What lives in the water. Why you never go back for the ones who call.

A YouTube channel uploaded 50,000 videos of static and noise in two years. Each was a few seconds long. The channel vanished. The videos had a message.

A facility beneath Yellowstone can rebuild human civilization from scratch. It has been used before. We may not be the first human race.

A hitchhiker on Route 9, late at night. She gives an address. When you arrive, the family who answers says their daughter died on this road twenty years ago tonight.

The call came in at 3:14 AM. The woman on the line said she could hear something in her walls. Then she said it was in the room. Then there was only breathing. Then there was nothing.

Alex gave me the tapes before he moved. He said to burn them. He said don't watch them. He made me promise. I watched them. Something is in the background of every outdoor shot.

Three years embalming the dead. You think you've seen everything. Then comes the woman dead for two weeks whose temperature reads 98.6 and whose hands are warm.

Every night at 3:17 AM, the forest behind the house screams. Not an animal. Not the wind. The neighbors don't hear it. The recordings show nothing but silence.