Zachary - Creepypasta

The camera roll was full of pictures—hundreds of them. All of Derek. Sleeping. In class. In the shower. In his car. And in every single photo, just behind Derek’s shoulder, stood Zachary. Same gray hoodie. Same empty expression.

The reply came at 3:13 AM: Derek laughed nervously and went to bed. The next morning, his phone was dead. When he finally got it charged, he opened his photos.

Until the yearbook came out.

The school said the negatives were corrupted. The yearbook advisor said she had no memory of taking his picture.

The timestamp read: Just now.

From the inside. Want me to continue the story or turn it into a narrated video script?

The message delivered instantly. Three dots appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again. zachary creepypasta

One kid, Derek, decided to text Zachary about it. He scrolled through his contacts— Zachary M. —and sent: Hey, why aren’t you in the yearbook?