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Zachary Creepypasta May 2026

Except in the last one.

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? zachary creepypasta

Until the yearbook came out.

On page 42, beneath the junior class group photo, there was a name: Zachary M. No face. Just an empty space where a head should have been. A blur of gray where his hoodie melted into the background. Except in the last one

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. beneath the junior class group photo

Except in the last one.

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?

Until the yearbook came out.

On page 42, beneath the junior class group photo, there was a name: Zachary M. No face. Just an empty space where a head should have been. A blur of gray where his hoodie melted into the background.

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.