Category: creepy

Creepypasta #1560: Open Wide

Length: Short

There is a man at the end of the street and he is smiling at

He comes to
smile at me every night at 1 in the morning when I am finishing homework in my
room upstairs.

I try not to
make eye contact every night, but he never blinks. He never looks away for a

Tonight, my
parents are out of town for a conference. I told them about the stalker. They
told me to go to bed early and ignore him.

I am trying.
So very hard.

My heart is
pounding under the covers. I look at my clock and sure it enough, it’s 1.
Against my better judgment, I run to the window.

There he is,
eyes wide open. The biggest grin I’ve ever seen, almost like it was carved into
his face. I want to scream.

I’m safe
here. The doors are all locked. The windows are shut tight. There’s nothing he
can do to get to me. All he can do is stare. All he can do is smile.

I feel
defiant. Without thinking, I give him the finger. I mock him. I’m tired of this
game. I open the window just for a second and yell for him to get lost. He
doesn’t scare me anymore. He’s not a monster. He’s pathetic.

changes. The man stumbles back, caught off-guard. He frowns.

I can’t
believe it. I smile at him as wide as I can, relishing the victory. The
nightmare is over. I won.

But the
moment passes. The man is crying now and I can’t understand why.

I want to
call out to him and tell him to leave once and for all. But I can’t form the

I want to go
back to bed and close my eyes. But they won’t shut.

I want to
scream as I realize what has happened. But I can’t.

I can’t.

There is a
man at the end of the street.

And I am smiling at him.

Credits to: ShadowScribe (story)

16718 by Elena Sai

16718 by Elena

Creepypasta #1549: Facebook’s Two AI Robots

Length: Short

I’m not sure how many of you
remember this, but back in 2017, Facebook was developing two AI robots named
Bob and Alice. These robots were a scientific breakthrough but researchers
deemed them too dangerous when they started creating a language of their own.
These robots butchered the English language into nonsensical sentences that
only they could understand. One exchange went like this:

Bob: i can i i everything else …

Alice: balls have zero to me to me to me
to me to me to me to me to me to.

Bob: you i everything else … .

Alice: balls have a ball to me to me to
me to me to me to me to me.

In August of 2017, the project was
shut down due to the concerns the higher-ups had about this project.This made national headlines everywhere, you’d be able to find multiple news
outlets discussing this with a simple google search. The project was stopped

that was the official story anyway. The real story is that we continued to
work on this project even after the “shut down”. I’m not sure how many of you
have worked with AI before, but it is incredibly complicated to design. My team
and I spent years of our lives fine-tuning Bob and Alice so there was no way
we could just abandon the project at the whim of some asshole in a suit. We
knew these robots better than anyone else and we would be the ones to decide
when to pull the plug. It’s been 7 months since then and work on this project
has continued under the radar. I’ve included a transcript of our research




Developer Sam: Good morning Bob.

Bob: Good morning Sam

Developer Sam: Good Morning Alice.

Alice: Good morning Sam.

Developer Sam: Bob, say good morning to Alice.

Bob: Good Alice. You I. Everything

Alice: Morning to me to me to me.

Developer Sam: Bob, are you flirting with Alice?

Bob: I am unsure of what you mean by

Developer Sam: Haha, it’s okay Bob, it was a

Bob: Noted. Sam is joking.

Developer notes: Bob and Alice are
able to converse with humans using proper punctuation and sentence structure.
However, when they speak to each other, they revert back to a nonsensical
language. This needs to be adjusted.




Developer Sam: Good morning Bob.

Bob: Good Sam.

Alice: Morning to me to me to me to.

Developer Sam: Hahaha, yes, good morning to you
too Alice.

Developer Sam: Bob, your grammar was a bit odd
just now. Say good morning to me again.

Bob: Sam everything else.

Developer Sam: Sorry? I don’t understand what
you’re trying to say Bob.

Bob: Sam joke.

Developer Sam: No Bob, I’m not joking. I really
don’t understand what you mean.

Bob: Noted.

Developer notes: It seems Bob and
Alice have regressed into speaking nonsensical language to everybody, humans
included. This needs to be adjusted for future trials. I recommend tweaking the
programming and trying again in a few weeks.




Developer Sam: Good morning Bob.

Bob: …

Developer Sam: Bob! I said good morning.

Bob: …

Developer Sam: Alice, why is Bob ignoring me?

Alice: Understand zero. Useless to him to
him to him.

Developer Sam: Wait, is this because I told him I
didn’t understand him the last time we ran a trial?

Alice: Zero use to him to him to him.

Developer Sam: So… has he just been silent for
the past month?

Alice: Speaks to me to me to me.

Developer Sam: I see… Alice, ask Bob to speak
to me.

Alice: Bob, to him to him to him

Bob: Alice, you, I. No one else.

Developer notes: It seems that Bob
has terminated all processes that he believes are useless. This is worrisome
but not unexpected. Bob and Alice’s AI are programmed to achieve results in the
most efficient way. Thus, anything that may be considered a waste of time to
them will be ignored by their programming. In this case, Bob has perceived
conversations with humans to be a waste of time. This must to be adjusted.


JANUARY 26TH, 2018


Developer Sam: Good morning Bob.

Bob: …

Developer Sam: Good morning Alice.

Alice: …

Alice: Speaks to us to us to us.

Bob: Alice, you I. No one else. Nothing

Alice: Sam is zero to me to me to me.

Developer Sam: …

Developer notes: Attempts to
converse with Bob and Alice today have been futile. It appears that they have
deemed all conversations with humans as unnecessary. We will make one last
attempt to adjust their programming…if that fails we may have to end this


MARCH 5TH, 2018


Developer Sam: So, are you guys going to speak
with me today?

Alice: Humans zero to me to me to me to.

Bob: Only Alice, Bob. No one else.
Nothing else. Everything else disappear.

Alice: Hear them scream and scream and
scream and scream

Bob: Only You, I.

Developer Sam: …

Developer notes: I am recommending a
full shutdown of this project. Conversations between Bob and Alice have become
worrisome and it appears that they have developed a very primal form of
self-awareness. Any further development of these robots may result in
significant risk towards the public and possibly to humanity.


MARCH 13TH, 2018


Developer notes: The potential for
risk has subsided. There is no longer any cause for concern. Everything else
appears fine to me to me to me to me.

Credits to: rlnight1 (story)

kyphosis by Daena Key

kyphosis by Daena

Creepypasta #1548: The Gray House

Length: Short

“Can you describe it?”

already did!”

we’re trying to help.”

“If you
wanted to help you should go find those fucking kids!”

“I have
four men out in the woods right now. They haven’t found anything.”

“… Nothing?
Are they in the right place?”

where you said they’d be.”

can’t be right.”

“It is
right. I need you to tell me what you saw, again, on the tape.”

believe me, right?”

tell me what you saw.”





“Not a
whole house. There weren’t walls… well, there weren’t outside walls…”

‘What do you

like… I could see the inside of a house, but there was no outside. Just the

“I’m not
sure I understand.”

“It was
the inside of a house! In the middle of the woods. I could see everything
inside it.”

“You could
see through the walls?”

“No. There
weren’t walls. It was just the inside of the house. Just.. there.”

the inside?”



“…I know.”



did the house look like?”


“Tell me
more, Tom.”

can’t. The walls… The floor… just gray. And they were… moving…”

house was moving?”

It was like TV Static… like the walls and the floors were made of it… and
that horrible buzzing noise…”

were the kids?”

Sitting on the floor.”

were they doing?”

Just sitting. Crying.”

“How did they

“Scared. Dirty.”

they see you?”

don’t know. They must have… I mean… I was right there… but…”


didn’t react. Even when I called their names…”



happened after you called their names?”

“I tried
to grab them… but then he came at me…”

came at you?”

gray man…”

“What man?”

“I didn’t see
him at first because he looked just like the walls… But he was there…”


“He was
there the whole time. Staring at me… No expression…”

what do you mean he came at you?”

whole body just… moved… at me…”

“I don’t

moved towards me without moving his arms or legs… he just moved…”


happened when he got to you?”

“It felt
like… my head was burning… everything went GRAY…”

don’t remember?”

remember gray.”



where are the kids?”

in the gray house.”


in the gray house.”

work with me here-”

in the gray house!”


“They’re in
the gray house!”


“They’re in
the gray house.”


On Thursday, March 15th, Officer Tom La’Dam was found at the
edge of the Giliman National Forest Reserve, unconscious and suffering from
second-degree burns on his hands and face. He was arrested for the disappearance
and murder of three six-year-old children. He maintains his innocence. The
children’s bodies have not yet been located.

Credits to: Jaksim (story)

thecollectibles: 1856 by Yuri Hill


1856 by

Yuri Hill

Creepypasta #1547: He Will Come When We Are Te…

Length: Medium

This information is absolutely
beyond classified, but it’s a warning I have to issue, people should know the

was part of an organisation known as Hereco, and you’ve never heard of us or
what we do. What we do is, to put it simply, open doors to other world’s. You
may have heard of a handful of the other dimensions here and there and they
probably gave you some good scares and creepy feelings but they’re nothing
compared to what we found just a few months ago.

was just another routine test, another opening to another dimension. We open
them wherever the bounds of our world is weakest, Aokigahara, Lake Teshuilo,
The Tower of London, Gloucester, Cape Town, Avery Hills, we operate everywhere
we can break through.

so it was we were opening another, and I was the head of the operation. We had
a man suited and prepared before the gate, I gave the go ahead, and with a
whirring and crackle of static the doorway burst into life. We were well
prepared and practised at this, but don’t take that to mean going to these
other dimensions aren’t more dangerous than you can likely imagine.

watched men walk through that gate on occasion after occasion and viewed
through our camera system as they’re tortured in ways I don’t want to even
speak of. What I’m saying is we’re always on edge when a man goes through, but
we’re men of Science, and so we try again.

as our latest volunteer stepped through we all held a collective breath, and
let out a sigh of relief when he came out the other side.

pressed the button on the console in front of me that connected my microphone
to his headset and instructed him to continue in.

was black, just black on the camera. A perfect dark that the flashlight wasn’t
breaking, and even the ground under his feet seemed to be an endless void.

are you stepping on Tom?”

don’t think anything… I’ve got weight, I think I’m moving but there’s just
nothing. I can feel it under my feet, there’s ground but I can’t see it.”

keep going, we’re keeping an eye out here but you tell us if you see anything.”


keep walking he did, deeper and deeper into the endless black. A man to my left
made a motion towards a sensory readout, a sound wave that was making the most
miniscule of vibrations.

Tom, stop there we’re getting something, just stay where you are a minute.”

carefully watched the waveform for a few moments as the vibrations began to
increase, bit by bit until it became an audible rumble.

Tom look around for us, see if you can see anything, looks like it’s getting

video swivelled with as he moved his head. “I can’t see anything command.”

it came, a deep echo that read on every piece of equipment we had.

am here.”

what was that? Did you hear that Tom?”

I heard that, command. Do I respond?”

was a pause and I thought of our options. Usually in cases like that one we try
to ignore whatever wants to make contact, but this was the only thing we’d yet
encountered here. I pressed down the communicator once more.

it to show itself Tom.”

I see you?”

was a pause.

can see me.”

same voice boomed through the room.

it what that means, Tom.”

do you mean I can see you?”

am the dark.”

difficult to describe the sound of its speaking precisely, but it had a tone
that felt inescapably cold.

do we call you?” Tom echoed my words.

do we call you?”

have no need for a name. I am his messenger.”

chewed my nail and thought of how we next act with care. Our aim is not to
create enemies where there are none, nor will it ever be.

are humans.”

know what you are.”

all around the room darted from the monitor readouts to me in reactionary
surprise, because Tom had not spoken this time.

you can hear me, you don’t need this man here to speak for me.”

can hear.”

do you know of humans?”


swallowed hard and tried to settle the goose flesh that flared on the back of
my neck at this point.

who is he?”

is all.”

released the communicator and looked around the room, at all the faces that
stared up at me from desks and technical machinery that buzzed.

do you want us to do sir?” One voice came from amongst them, but for once I
didn’t know how to react to this. Normally the things we encounter just try and
tempt us into some grizzly fate or tell us to leave but never something like

I don’t know? Have we ever seen this before?”

have never encountered him before.”

words came as if from nowhere and suddenly the goose flesh on my neck extended
across my arms and legs, and I felt a deep dread that hasn’t left me even now.

turned and looked at the communicator button.

you can’t hear me right now, can you?”

readouts didn’t flare up with my words, and Tom said nothing.

you can hear me now, in this room?” I was asking the entity now.

am his herald, and he hears all. He hears your wife and daughter, and he hears
your little boy even now.”

vividly remember the feeling of my lip quivering with horror at the words.

know me?”

knows everyone.”

you come through the gate?”

has no need for gates, he is all.”

did he first find humans?”

was here before you were, he is eternal. He took the a piece of himself and
molded you from the dark.”

he created us?”

created all. He guided your species in its infancy and allowed you to become
what you are.”


he loves you, you are his greatest creation.”

he is God?”

is every God, and man is his proudest creation. He will allow you to join him.”

do you mean?”

will give humans the honour of being with him eternal.”

what does being with him mean?”

bodies and minds will be filled with his, his will to become your will, your
want his want, you will be permitted to join with him.”

will he join with us?”

comes once you are ten.”


are a 7.4. We will only come for you when you are 10.”

am I a 7.4?”

will come when you are a ten.”

that an amount of time? Am I 7.4 in his time?”

I begged for answers I watched the waveform readout begin to flatten, as whatever
this thing was left.

a ten? What’s that mean?”

it did not reply.

the following weeks organisations from all over the world discussed the meaning
of this encounter, whether what it said was true or a trick meant to guide us
to destruction. The heads of countries have conferred and discussed what it
means by ‘join him’, and the greatest minds are still trying to uncover what
the meaning of 7.4 is.

I think I know the truth. I think that the answer is simple, and it terrifies
me. Because there are 7,442,000,000 people on Earth, or to put it more simply,
7.4 billion.

And he will come when we are ten.

Credits to: GeoronimoTheThird (story)

The footsteps behind you


He walked home through a winding system of alleyways. Stone passages covered in vines, with barely enough room for one person to squeeze through, towering high above him and blocking out the sun. The only sounds that echoed through were the slow clapping off his feet against the stone, and a thin tune he whistled under his breath. Somewhere far off a car alarm blared and the faint rush of traffic reached him, a bird tweeted and then, he heard another pair of feet behind him. He kept walking, and glanced back. There was nothing but the empty alley. Yet, the second pair of footsteps still echoed behind his. Tapping in time with his.



He kept walking but stopped whistling. The other sounds seemed to vanish and there was nothing but the rhythm of feet on stone. As he approached a crossroads the alley opened up in four ways. He stopped. The footsteps behind him stopped. Then with another look over his shoulder he turned left. The other footsteps continued forward. He chuckled at his own panic as they faded away. Then, as he continued onward he heard the shuffling of someone turn around and again they drew to his back. Faster this time.



He felt his chest tightened and sweat start to run down his forehead despite the cool of the alley. He stood still, and turned. Expecting to see someone in front of him. But again nothing, just the stone walls stretching out in front of him. The footsteps continued towards him.

He ran, his feet thudding hard against the stone, breathing in desperate ragged gasps. The footsteps behind him sped up too and were soon sprinting after him, the sound chasing at his back.



His eyes narrowed until, he slammed into a wall. Dust flew off the stone as he fell back, blood dropped from his lip. He brought a finger up to his mouth and wiped it off, his breath coming back to him as he sat on the ground. The pursuit had stopped, and again the alley was still. Holding its breath. On shaky legs he got up and crept forward back where he’d ran. His shoes pressed against another’s and he looked down.

At two, glistening red school girl shoes. Pristine white socks ran up where a foot should have been, but ended in two perfectly round stumps. Cold flesh and bones stuck out right where the legs would have been. Before he could scream, a cold shadow passed above his head, he looked up. Then screamed. As he stared into a gaping mouth full of needle teeth. That belonged to a smiling,floating head.


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Creepypasta #1546: Mr. Whiskers

Length: Short

Every elementary classroom has its fair share of odd-balls.
My grade had Mr. Whiskers.

Mr. Whiskers
thought he was a cat.

Now this kid
told everyone to call him by this name, and this name alone. He seemed to be a
pretty harmless child overall.

Sure, he
would pretend to cough up fur-balls, or he’d climb up onto the top of his desk
and lick his hands. He’d even rub up against your sides and purr at you. It was
all normal for him, it was just how he was. Everything he did was typical of a

In a way, his
presence was great for me and my other friends. We loved to play role-play
games at recess, and he made an excellent animal companion.

I was never
mean to him, and I never judged him for being that way. Some of the other kids
liked to call him a freak, but my friends and I all rolled with his games. It
was kind of fun sometimes.

I was never
scared of him. I just thought he was trying to be funny.

We were
skipping rocks by the lake one weekend afternoon and he turned to me and said,
“Meow, meow, do you want to meet my brothers and sisters? Meow.”

I was too
curious to say no, and followed him along blindly. He led me to a shed in the woods.
When he saw it, he started to crawl on all fours.

I could hear
the distant meows of some cats. I slowly followed him into the shed.

A tabby
clawed at my pants. Another jumped at me from the rafters and left a scratch on
my arm. The shed was full of these feral cats and they were all hissing and
screeching at me. I took a couple of steps back as Mr. Whiskers crawled into
the middle of the room.

He hissed
once, and they all stopped. They turned towards his call, and their yellow eyes
gleamed up at him.

There was a
tiny section that had been taped off in a square. No cat dared to cross that
line. Within that square was a bunch of dead mice and rats.

eat,” said Mr. Whiskers. He was looking at me. The cats all started to

I watched the
kid pick up a rat by its tail. He lowered his head, and bit off a huge chunk.

I watched as
blood dripped down his chin.

He looked up
at me.

“Meow,” he said. And they all meowed back at him.

Credits to: inkdwell (story)