(THIS STORY IS DUE FOR A COMPLETE REWRITE. A MORE FITTING PLOT, MC, & SETTING ARE IN THE WORKS.) The name "Nightstalker" is in reference to an O.C. of mine. You (the reader) borrow the mantle and fill that role for the sake of the story and setting. This story was written for fun, and in my free time. I do not claim ownership of any of the art presented in this story. All rights go to their respective owners.

This is a Story about you the reader this is my first story where I'm not the character so yay. I don't own any of the creepy pastas they belong to there original creators, you on the other hand belong to yourself. Poor Y/N L/N has survived the apocalypse and is the last known human being alive. In search of other survivors he travels around the world for answers because you just woke up from a coma unexpectedly. When you travel into the wrong forest though you realized you now have to fight for your life against several beautiful ghouls that would love nothing more to kill you. But unknown to you they have other wicked things in mind, so please take a seat and delve into this twisted world.

Hi, this is going to be another creepy pasta story, yes another since i have a few accounts on here lol. I hope you enjoy. Run down: Basically y/n (you) live in a inhabited by a large forest on the outskirts that stretches for miles on end. You work in a mental asylum part time, and recently a new serial killer came to the block you work in. Will you become friends or enemies? will her friends let you live? or chase you to the ends of the earth? Who knows. Find out.

this is my first time doing anything like this so cut me some slack please i do not own any of these characters except an OC of mine called reaper. i was inspired to create one of these from the many of them out there. I may take a character here or there but i don't know what these characters look like so don't be mad.

You were an out-casted seventeen-year-old high schooler who never really had may friends. Your mother and father were killed in a deadly car crash when you were only fifteen years old.You were in the car with them yet you survived with a few scrapes and bruises, the doctors said it was a miracle that you survived at all. You've held a great interest in guns and knives from your father. You would always go hunting and and fishing with him in forests and rivers. Now that he is dead, you don't do that kind of stuff anymore as it brings back memories of your dead family. So you mostly sit around your soon to be foreclosed house cleaning and maintaining your guns and knives you owned. But that was all about to change tonight. Just in case: Y/N - Your Name L/N - Last Name H/C - Hair Color E/C - Eye Color F/C - Favorite Color *I don't own any of the pictures for the story, they belong to their rightful owners.*