She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

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]

ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ── ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨... ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she was hired to investigate a specific state and find out why crimes have been drastically rising, on the way, she stumbled upon a group of broken people who thrive illegally to forget about their tragic past, bestowed upon her, she will soon play an important role in their lives. started: 1st august 2022 ended: 28th february 2023 © credits goes to the artist

" 𝑇𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. " 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Riddler Type Y/N (check author's bio) 🎆Cover image by ME❗️🎆 🎪 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 🎪 ☻︎Hello. My name is 🆃🅷🅴 🆁🅸🅽🅶🅼🅰︎🆂🆃🅴🆁. I am the author of this fanfic. I am the Midnight Machinations Carnival host and leader! I write stories and side-content featuring Clown-core/Circus/Carnival-esque CreepyPastas. Here, in my little realm, we're all a little mad...so do expect our content to be dripping with all sorts of weirdness, drama, insanity maybe even...? It's all up to you to read on and find out...! Don't be shy...step in through the gates of this black and white circus and discover what morbidly fun adventures lie beyond~. ☻︎

Jessica is a girl who was lonely most of her life. Being lonely for so long left a bad impact on her mental health, suffering from depression and loneliness while growing up. The way she was unintentionally ignored by people most of her life made her feel like a ghost, invisible to others. Her appearance was often associated with "looking pale like a ghost" due to her pale skin color, blonde hair, and grey eyes. Jessica's only social interaction happened on Halloween when she dressed up as a ghost and nobody knew who was under the costume. That's why she later in early adulthood created a ghost-looking mask and started wearing it. Because she had enough of her loneliness and was desperate for social contact. She believed that by embracing her true ghost self people may start noticing her. This story is a prequel to my story titled CHOICES: Jessica the Ghost This story is my own work and it is just fiction! The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional. Story Rankings: #1 Creepypasta OC (05/NOV/22) #6 Creepypastastory (18/FEB/22)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Semi-Realistic Semi-Fandomized CreepyPasta x Child Reader »»-----------► NB!Reader ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐊𝐈𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔~? ❞ ❝ 𝐘𝐄𝐒 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.❞ ────────────────────── ╰┈➤ ｓｙｎｄｉｃａｔｅ | （𝑛．）a group of individuals or organizations combined to promote some common interest ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ : ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 your parents were murdered savagely and you were left at the mercy of their killer; an unhinged criminal with an infamous, facial scar slit across his face. Getting involved with this shady character unknowingly gets you caught up in run-ins with 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆, a very violent and deadly ⦻rganization that congregates deep within the woods... ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ╰┈➤ The CreepyPasta used in this story all belong to their rightful owners, and full credit of the character in itself belongs to them. ╰┈➤ [Y/N] is non-binary. [Y/N] is of your imagination, as it is your portrayal of the character. ╰┈➤ Any images used within this story belong to their rightful owners, unless stated otherwise. ────────────────────── ✧.* hope you enjoy the story.

i'm testing this page out cause I skimmed through something like this before and I see a lot more nowadays and I haven't checked them out but I wanna attempt my own so here's a taste of what I could offer. im not funny, i'm tryhard funny. this a warning. not really crack more chill and just basic chatting between you/(y/n) and pastas. I don't really have ideas I just wanted to try it out. i'm also uncultured so yeah there that too...

y/n was supposed to be in a meme chat but accidentally joins the CP's chat. --------------------------------------------------- I won't update a lot

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)