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Here I am, at a friends house, my very dearest friends with me all cuddled in a small room watching you tube and trying to find "real" scary stuff. Clowns do not phase me, neither does jump scares and gore. We end up finding some good videos, one about a girl who read the Quaran and became a little fox creature "really bizarre video", and of course things like Jeff the killer and Smiledog.jpg end up circulating to us. Well we ended up very uninterested in these videos, very fast. My friend who's room were in "Matt" we shall call him, is a huge fan of wanting to get scared of something. He told us that there is this song called "Shaleb

You might know all those myths like Slender Man, The Rake, and Jeff the Killer? Well there's this old myth in Russia about a disappearance of a little boy by the name of "Carl Kleine". They say he was killed by a forest animal like a bear, while others say that a thing called "The Rover" took the boy to a disclosed location. If you're wondering about The Rover, then here is the story of the legend. The Rover was a creature that used to take little children from the age of 6 to 13, to some forest right outside Pripyat and ate or killed them. Not much is known of the Rover but people say that it lives not only in Russia but sightings have

Story As you might have read, I have been through Hell and back in my dreams lately, Creepypasta's fucking up my life with pasta's such as: Smile.dog, Jeff The Killer, Spongebob Bootleg. But, I have another crappy-ass thing ruining my life, The Men in the Dark. Now, my nephew, Kevin, Kevin is only three years younger than me, so back in 2007, he was eleven, I was fourteen, so Kevin named the man Parker, so we will now call him Parker. I have put in six of my best journal entries, from July 23, 2007 to  September 6th, 2007. You will hear lots of hate thrown towards one human. Journal Entry, 7-23-07. (Note: All grammar issues were fixed

Some people say that there are killers, murderers, and even ghosts that have such extreme blood lust that they will do anything just to see the sight of it. Many have heard of Jeff the Killer; few sighted him and ran out of his grasp, many others failed. Many people have also heard of Jane the Killer, Jeff's neighbor when he moved to his home. Others have reported other murderers, but this specific report has not been submitted since 1981. Local stay- at-home mother, Jenny Foster, has reported unusual events happening at her house. "At midnight until four in the morning...I've...I've been seeing a girl...She looks about sixteen.....She

I know why you came here. To this page, to this website. It's to read or listen to a short scary story called a Creepypasta. They range from chain letters to full length tales of horror. You know what they were made for, and you know all the major ones like The Rake, Jeff the Killer, The Strider, all favorites. But why do we get interested in these? Where's the value? Why do we read them, why do we go to the channels of people like MrCreepyPasta or Bi0Generation and listen to them read? It's simple, and it's the answer that has been used for years. We loved to be scared. But why? Being scared is supposed to be a bad thing isn't it? But

My previous story was deleted because it was somehow related to Jeff the Killer. I edited the details a bit for your convenience. Your welcome. Let us begin by saying that I am still being chased. I only have a certain amount of time before I have to quit typing up my story. To put it in an easy way, I'm running out of time...and I'm running out of it fast! I want to tell others before I continue on. I am still trembling, because I don't know if that's him staring at me through the window. I'm going to start by saying what I must...which is the beginning of a new horror. If you see anyone that fits the description...do yourself a favor

Have you already been reading Creepypasta tonight? If not, I urge you to select some stories and read them before reading this story. Let yourself become nervous. Might I recommend those with a psychotic killer or vicious monster? Done? Good. Now sit back and relax. Take some deep breaths and calm down. Rest assured in your safety; there is no Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, or Rake. At least, not as you know them. Take a moment, reader, and think about the people who write the Creepypastas. While you're at it, take a moment and think about any horror authors. Why do people write horror stories? Do they get some sick satisfaction from it

You wake up in your bedroom from a nightmare that you can't remember. "Like those stories," you say out loud, thinking about scary stories you've heard before. But the scary parts of the stories come into mind as well. Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, and the Smile Dog come into mind, and even some you've never heard of. Ugh. "More nightmare fuel," you say to yourself. You hear a noise similar to a tack, like something hitting your window. Chills run down your spine and you stay at your place. You sit there and wait, but nothing else happens. You decide to get up and go to your parents. But, opening the door only reveals a long corridor wit

The Overview Here on Creepypasta, there are things. Scary things. Scary things that makes the weak of heart have nightmares. This isn't one of those things. The Needs When someone who isn't brave or strong reads this site, they get nightmares. Nightmares that include Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, The Rake and everything else. But this person is the hero. The hero that is always ignored in your nightmares yet he is the one who can help you. How to find him. Just pray in your dreams. If you hope and pray enough he is sure to come. You will know who he is but only when he makes himself noticed. When he comes he will help you face your fe

I had recently become fascinated with Creepypastas again. The main reason being that I started a Jeff The Killer cosplay. I soon became obsessed with multiple characters and learned how not to be scared of them. That is until my Creepypasta story appeared. It was just a normal day, a normal night, and a normal dream in a normal life. That is until she came. This dream was, I guess you could say, normal or as dreams can be. It was one of my boring dreams, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I believe. I watched in the mirror as I do in real life. Then out of the corner of my eye I spot a girl in the mirror watching and judging my ac