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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.

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’s face in every photo had been scratched out. zachary creepypasta

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.

The message delivered instantly. Three dots appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again. The reply came at 3:13 AM: Derek laughed

With something sharp.

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. The camera roll was full of pictures—hundreds of them

The timestamp read: Just now.