Top 10 Creepiest Creepypastas?

This one has to be the least scary one ever.

I really hope this is a troll pasta.

edited 11th Mar '11 9:14:47 PM by Malph

0/10

It's actually terrifying when you consider the Fridge Horror aspect.

His teacher was a popsicle. The entire human race is being replaced by popsicles!

Totally serious.

edited 7th Mar '11 8:43:29 PM by Scardoll

-1/10

I really have no idea what those sort of people think when they hit the "Submit" button.

"Wow, I bet they're all gonna scream like little girls at the part where my teacher melts!"

I think it's just to troll or make fun of us.

Or parody.Something.

The Extremely Scary Story That Will Make You Crap Your Pants For Sure Like Really

So one day I went to school and I met my friends, but then in turned out they weren't my friends and it wasn't my school but a creepy school populated by MEAT POPSICLES and they all laughed at me because I wasn't a MEAT POPSICLE but then a got a text that said 'YOUR NEXT TO DIE' and I was like "But I don't want to be next to die!' and all the other MEAT POPSICLE students said that nobody actually has phones that text and I was like "BUT WHO WAS TEXT?!"

I've heard that story before. O_o

edited 7th Mar '11 9:15:46 PM by Scardoll

This is one of my favorite creepypastas that I just discovered today - The Voice of the Prince.

"I love you too mom" I say as she leaves for work leaving her "sick" son at home for the day. One whole day to prepare for the glory. Everything has already been procured and is waiting in my closet, it has been for almost a month, waiting for what seems like an eternity for his word. Last night i was laying in bed and right as i was about to fall asleep he whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow."

I knew exactly what he meant and exactly what i must do. Living your entire life with another being inside of you isnt as uncomfortable as you might think, especially when he's been around alot longer than you and can tell you exactly how to react in a situation. Every choice is still down to me though. I have to allow him to do anything, from killing a stray dog and dissecting it just to see the heart beating in its chest for a minute or two before it finally dies, to cutting down the length of my thigh and watching the dark red blood slowly ooze up from the stinging incision.

He likes blood. The sight of it is really the only thing that gets my heart racing anymore thanks to the countless things he's suggested I do. However it seems I am never the one doing anything, simply an observer in my own body. For lunch I had a delicious raw liver and a couple multivitamins. Gotta keep my precious gift to him thick and delicious. I have kept my body healthy through the years just to keep him happy, running, lifting, jiu jitsu, yoga. I am the pinnacle of human perfection, mucsles tight and toned, perfect blood pressure. I would do anything for him and in fact i am about to do the only thing he has demanded of me.

Its hard to imagine just one life can hold so much importance in this twisted world of ours. How did I get to be so lucky? I'm babbling, i must get back to work it's almost 4:30 just two hours until my mom gets home... just enough time. I go up into my room and begin preparing everything that will me needed. The candles, the bucket, the camera, a tripod, my knife and the cuffs to hang myself upside down from my ankles, everything i need in such an unsuspecting gym bag.

I close the curtains in my room and begin to light the candles. Today is definitely the day that i complete my one goal in this sad pathetic little life. I turn the camera on and begin to explain myself of what about to do, and why I'm doing it. "My name is David, David Taylor. I live in Cutler Bay, Florida I am 16 years old and today I am going to sacrifice myself and give him my blood." I say clearly staring directly into the camera calmly as i felt a cold dark wave envelop me.

His presence is majestic, I live for it. In fact I am about to die for it and i'm not even scared that's the crazy part. Normally suicide is a cry for help, which I believe this is, just not help for myself help for everybody else. "I dont expect you to understand why I am doing this, fuck I dont even understand this. All I know is it must be done, he has called to me and explained the importance of it. My blood he says is necessary, All of it, every last drop."

So with these words i move alway from the camera and place the bucket in place underneath where i will be hanging and slide my nightstand over to the middle of the room so i can grab the knife after I strap myself in. You can't possibly imagine how difficult it is to hang yourself upside down from the celing without assistance. The blood is rushing to my head making me kind of dizzy as i begin to recite what comes to my heart. "Without darkness there is no light, Flow through me now and consume my soul for eternity in undending dark." Without any hesitation as if it wasnt even me my hand grasps the knife and raises it toward my neck. "Soon this pathetic life will end so that the rest of yours may not." The blade finds its way to my jugular and right as it is about to pierce my flesh forever setting me free and completing my mandated lifelong mission the door opens.

My mother seeing what is about to happen gets scared and says "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and had a dice in the mirror if anything i could tell that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby 'Yo, home smell you later.' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

edited 7th Mar '11 11:07:22 PM by Pannic

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edited 8th Mar '11 2:24:46 AM by DarkDecapodian

It wasn't that creepy or good even leading up to the climax, and regardless, I think a big fuck you is in order.

-_- I admit, I did not expect that.

Well, I thought it was funny.

I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just following the rules.

I'm pretty sure it's recorded somewhere in the unwritten rules that you have to "fuck you" someone who just Bel-Air'd you.

That's not a rule. It's a law.

Going through the wiki, about the only one (of a small sample, admittedly) I found to be effective is In The Kitchen:

A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.

As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother. She whispers to her child, "don't go into the kitchen. I heard it too".

Damn, mothers just can't be trusted in Creepypastaland.

That's a whole buncha creepy, but the ending was worded weirdly...

4/10

I love wham lines. I really do.

7/10

7/10. That, my friends, is how you make a creepypasta.

7/10: It's creepy, but not enough to cause me to have nightmares.

edited 10th Mar '11 12:06:15 AM by Malph

I thought about it more, and...6/10.

It really makes you think!! 0_0

I'm up for hearing more like this.

I tried to find a somewhat creepy one that wasn't too long.

Here's Him:

10/10

That was pants-shitting scary dude.