In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM that same night, Zachary was smiling. And he was holding Derek’s phone.
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.
Until the yearbook came out.
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?
The message delivered instantly. Three dots appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again.
With something sharp.
The school said the negatives were corrupted. The yearbook advisor said she had no memory of taking his picture.
The timestamp read: Just now.
Zachary’s face in every photo had been scratched out. zachary creepypasta
Here’s a short creepypasta-style story based on the name : Title: The Last Picture of Zachary
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. 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. In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM
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.