The timestamp read: Just now.
Zachary’s face in every photo had been scratched out.
Derek never showed up to school again. When the police searched his house, they found his phone on the nightstand, still open to the camera roll. zachary creepypasta
The school said the negatives were corrupted. The yearbook advisor said she had no memory of taking his picture.
Except in the last one.
Everyone knew Zachary as the quiet kid. The one who sat in the back of class, never raised his hand, and always wore that faded gray hoodie—even in summer. He didn’t have friends, not really. But he wasn’t bullied either. People just… forgot he was there.
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 timestamp read: Just now
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.