[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.

Fnaf x Creepypasta story (FEM READER X CREEPYPASTA BOYS) UNDER HEAVY EDITING Y/n Afton is the forgotten child What will she do when she runs away after feeling the burden of her whole family dying because of her. But how would they react when they find that she was the first to go. What will happen when she finds killer forest and runs in where a tall slender figure finds her intriguing and offers her something she couldn't deny. Sorry y/n is REALLY OP. I write this a few years back and yeah we do love a powerful queen Your Creepypasta name is 'Mental scars' (This is embarrassing pls leave 😭)

[Hello and welcome to 'THE BACKROOMS', an interactive, real-life, real-time GAME. You seem to be one of the LUCKY PEOPLE to have been chosen to play this GAME.] ['THE BACKROOMS' is a simple GAME. From the [REDACTED] amount of LEVELS find YOUR WAY OUT and be sure it's the right way out.] [Survive THE BACKROOMS and see what will happen. You can forge alliances with people trapped within the LEVELS, create your own camp and slay CREATURES that dwell inside THE BACKROOMS.] [Just. Don't. Die.] ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ "What the hell is this section of the GAME!?" "Wait, when did this become a goddamn Dating Sim?!" [...] [Surprise?] "You fucking dickhead, you knew about this-" ═══════ ೋღ ♠♡♣♢ ღೋ ═══════ Hello and welcome to my first ever Creepypasta fic in the godforsaken year of 2022. I personally blame TikTok for waking this ancient evil inside of my brain so I hope you all enjoy. This fic will feature characters from Creepypasta and Marble Hornets (because goddamnit Masky and Hoodie are mighty fine-). As you might expect from a Creepypasta fic, this story will contain things such as cursing, profanity, blood, violence, and mentions of all kinds of fuckery because there's no way my 23-year-old self will censor curse words. So all in all, read at your own risk but I think you know what will be in store since you were the one to click a creepypasta fic. And of course, I do not own anything except the plot and technically (Y/N)- All the characters go to their respective owners/writers/whatever (why am I even adding this here-)

Y/n L/n...On the outside she looks like a normal girl, but if you thought that you would be wrong. You see, Y/n L/n could see ghosts. Because of this her parents abandoned her at a very young age and was taken into an orphanage...Not an ordinary one I might add. She was terrified of what she could see, very slowly getting used to it. Not yet excepting it into her everyday life. Key: H/l Hair length H/c Hair color F/c Favorite color F/f favorite food Y/n Your name M/n Middle name L/n Last name Enjoy!

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?

[Creepypasta x Female! Reader] You wouldn't necessarily consider yourself to be a piece of shit, but there are definitely people out there that are better than you as a person. After failing to get pussy from the hot milf teacher you worked for, you start to realize that maybe if you were an even shittier person, you wouldn't be in this fucking mess. The mess you were in? Being targeted by serial killers just because you showed some basic human decency and helped someone. That's it. The next time you see someone injured on the sidewalk, you're leaving them to bleed out and die. This is fucking bullshit. [Also on Quotev and Ao3 under the same name]

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/

Hello everyone! this is my very first story! So sorry if its not good...Anyways lets get started! If you don't have anything nice to say keep it to yourself please! This is my first story and I'm kind of nervous. Anyway please enjoy! (Y/n)= Your name

3 steps to death: 1: Minding my own damn business 2: Getting on a fricking plane 3: Plane crashes and I scream like hell. Or... like a little girl ••• (Thank you guys for being so very patient for this book to be published! I mean, for those who knew this was coming out, but for those who didn't, hi!!! I understand there are not that many of these books for kagekao so I hope you guys enjoy!!!) I update on Fridays only!!! (Unless it's a special day!!! ^^)