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

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

The timestamp read: Just now.

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. 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.

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.

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

Zachary’s face in every photo had been scratched out.

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.

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

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. Then appeared again

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