You live up in a mountain. Most of the people that know of your existence call you a 'hermit'. So, you were excited when two men went knocking on your door. Though, they weren't there to give you some company. They were there to recruit you for something but, promised that you'd finally make friends. Notable ranks :∆ #2 Operator June 23rd #1 Disgust June 25th #1 janethekiller July 29th (???) #2 genderneutral Aug 30th #1 maskyandhoodie Nov 4th Warning- This story contains; gore, vomit, lemon, and general uneasiness- you have been warned. The reader is nongender specific and always referred to as 'They/Them/Theirs/Themselves'. Also, non-race specific. Plus- they won't speak unless with the use of ASL (aka: *example*) Thank you to 'CatPillato' for funding this story! All characters belong to their original owners. Unless their evil. If they are evil, then they belong to Hatsune Miku. Thanks, Miku!

After his house burned down, Y/N and his dad moved back to their old town to live with their uncle. His life will change drastically when he meets his uncle adopted daughter: Sally. Who lives in the forest behind the house and who burned the previous one down? Find out in my new book! It's my first book so please tell me if there is something wrong. I do not own the cover art, nor the characters.

Will you try to make life better? -------------------------------------------- Status: Uploads Irregular. #4 creepypastaxmalereader (3-5-22) #162 Gore (2-14-22) #6 creepypasta (11-4-22) #184 Killer (3-1-22)

(Y/n) lived with her "Guardian " since she was five and she was given up by her real parents so she loved her new caregiver, Chris. Chris and (Y/N) loved creepy things and conspiracies. Now what if Chris goes to the edge of the line. ⚠important ⚠ May include: -Triggering moments -Crying -Author not posting because she is trash ⚠Remember⚠ I don't own any of the following: ~You ~Any creepypasta ~I made Chris so I kinda do

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

Abusive father, dead mother. Who will save you? Why, the one and only Eyeless Jack, of course! But being forced to move doesn't sound like a hero move, does it? Maybe you'll fall for your captor, and maybe the eyeless killer isn't heartless after all... This story is written by Catastrophe

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.

Numinous [adj] being both fearful and awed by what is before you 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: 𝑴𝒆 :) 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 (𝑶𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝑨𝒓𝒕) 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 Word Range: 800-1700 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 【Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ　ｔｏ：𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫】 【！！ＡＤＭＩＮ　ＮＯＴＩＣＥ！！】 ✎ While this book is not realistic, it's not drastically unrealistic either [pick-me reader, overuse of stuttering (that isn't Toby), singing at the most random of times, etc. Started: 7/25/2021 Notable Rankings: #15 in creepypastafanfiction 7/29/2021 #1 in creepypastafanfiction 8/2/2021 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I slowly raised my hands up, signaling I was willing to comply. "Smart." The man noted with a low-husky voice. Something I should remember if I survive this. "What is it that you want?" I asked in a monotone voice hindering any type of intention. He chuckled once again, probably with the satisfaction at how compliant I was. "You're probably thinking I want money, oddly enough, I want you." [Enjoy dear readers]

this will be a range of creepypastas x male reader one shots or fluff and shit like that.

Inside a basket is an infant upon a porch, the silhoulette who's height is a size of a forest tree. Crying that it wanted to be cradled by their mommy but silence was the only amswer... until HE ... ... ... ... found the INFANT ~~ So yeah I thought of making this a onshot but it totaly change so yeah I hope you enjoy this story also in this story you would grow up until your an adult so yeah enjoy.😊