God, it has been so long since i have written a part of this book. I apologize for that, but i had no idea for what characters to write about, or how the scenarios would go, so i might end this book.
The night had been a long one. Your mother had dragged you off to shop for your sibling's wedding, so you spent the whole day trying on dresses, your mother picking the one you would wear, or you would be waiting for your mother to either stop talking with people, trying on her own dresses, and bargaining for lower prices.
Finally, after the sun had long gone to bed, your mother had taken you home for your own bed time. Your mother had left you with another of your siblings so that she could continue to shop for things that would be used in the wedding. You sat in your living room with your middle sibling until ten o' clock, by then you were asleep, so your (brother/sister) carried you to your room, heading to their own bedroom.
When you awoke, your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, and your mouth tasted dry. You didn't know the reason for you waking up, but you decided to get a drink, trying to moisten your mouth after you woke up. The house was darker than usual, the windows doing little to let in the pale moonlight while you crept down the hall towards the kitchen. The darkness was eerily silent, your mother didn't even snore like she usually did, and your sibling was locked in their room.
The silence made your stomach churn like butter, so you changed your mind and decided to instead crawl into bed with your mother, sneaking closer to your parent's room, going to slide the door open quietly and crawl in, but something stopped you. There, standing in front of the opposite wall, was a scrawny figure that held something as he wrote something on the wall. You couldn't see much in the darkness, but something made your chest squeeze as your heart began thundering against your ribs. There was something about the figure that terrified you.
While you sat crouching in the doorway, peeking in, the stranger turned towards you as if he had smelled you or something, but what scared you more was the pale white mask with empty black sockets and a strange red smile painted on it. No, it was blood. A shrill shriek tore from your throat as you scrambled back, trying to warn your sibling or get out of the house.
The stranger leaped over the bed like an expert hurtel runner as you crawled down the stairs, stumbling down them and crashing into the wall, causing a strike of pain to spider web through your body while you clawed your way towards the door, dragging your aching body across the floor. Suddenly, a heavy weight slammed into your back, forcing the wind from your lung as a sickening crack. You lost the feeling in your legs and you couldn't feel your legs anymore.
The stranger that stood on you didn't say anything, you couldn't see him, but you somehow knew he was going to kill you. Tears welled up in your (e/c) eyes as fear coursed through your blood and your heart thundered against your chest again. Then, a sharp pain spread warmth through your body as something warm covered your body, the last thing you saw was a pool or red spreading around you. Your eyes grew heavy and your vision blurred, growing darker and fuzzier, after a minute, you fell asleep.
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honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)
FanfictionI have reader x child versions, so it is due time to do a child reader book. If you have any ideas please comments with your suggestions and i will try to remember to thank you in the part. Also, this is a story of the true versions of the creepypas...
