Zachary - Creepypasta

In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM that same night, Zachary was smiling. And he was holding Derek’s phone.

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. zachary creepypasta

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. In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM

At first, people thought it was a printing error. But then students started flipping back through older yearbooks—middle school, elementary, even kindergarten. In every single one, Zachary’s face was missing. Sometimes smudged. Sometimes replaced by a dark oval. Sometimes turned away from the camera, even though everyone remembered him looking forward. All of Derek

The timestamp read: Just now.

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